Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

On the stage, Lin Haozhe blocked three ice spikes, then suddenly exerted force with his feet and charged towards Chu Xining again.

Once close, he slashed diagonally with his palm, aiming straight for Chu Xining's left shoulder.

Chu Xining took a step back, her toes touching the ground, and a thin layer of ice spread from her feet, covering half of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Lin Haozhe slipped and staggered.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chu Xining conjured an ice spear in her hand and swept it horizontally towards Lin Haozhe's waist.

hum!

The ice spear pierced the air, carrying a chilling aura.

Lin Haozhe slammed his right foot on the ring, shattering the ice and regaining his balance.

Then, he grabbed the ice spear with his left hand and punched Chu Xining in the chest with his right fist.

"Hey? Is this guy molesting his sister-in-law?" Zhao Meng couldn't help but ask again.

Bai Ruolin glared at him fiercely: "You talk too much!"

"Hahahaha... well, it just came to mind." Zhao Meng chuckled awkwardly and moved closer to Lin Ran.

Chu Xining exchanged blows with Lin Haozhe, her fists covered in layers of frost.

Bang!

The ice fist collided with the steel fist, producing a dull thud.

Chu Xining took advantage of the situation to retreat, creating distance between herself and Lin Haozhe.

"An S-level genius, truly living up to his reputation!" Lin Haozhe couldn't help but exclaim.

Chu Xining calmly replied, "To have achieved this much with only A-level talent already surpasses many people!"

"The outcome is still uncertain!"

After saying that, Lin Haozhe charged at Chu Xining again.

Ice spikes and steel fists clashed, and the cold air and strong winds tore at each other.

The arena kept freezing over and breaking underfoot, making it difficult to determine a winner for the time being.

Five minutes later, Chu Xining gradually lost patience.

When Lin Haozhe charged at her again, she conjured ice ridges on the ground in front of her, assuming a stance to withstand the attack.

However, just as Lin Haozhe rushed forward and had no time to stop, she dodged to the side and simultaneously removed the ice ridge that was blocking Lin Haozhe's path.

As expected, Lin Haozhe momentarily lost his focus and rushed out of the arena.

"You..." His expression changed several times, but he finally put on his usual humble smile: "Student Chu is indeed impressive. I've learned my lesson today!"

Chu Xining waved her hand: "Just lucky."

Upon hearing this, Lin Haozhe frowned slightly, feeling as if he had heard this sentence somewhere before.

"Group Two, Chu Xiningsheng! Next group!"

After several more rounds, Qin Wuyai and Sun Jinghuan stepped onto the arena.

Two S-class units, a Speed ​​type versus a Fire type – such a battle is quite rare.

The atmosphere in the training hall instantly became tense.

"Who do you think will win between these two?"

"Sun Jinghuan, right? He's already at the Opening Aperture Realm, his cultivation level is overwhelming."

"That's not necessarily true. Sun Jingyao, who was at the Qi Opening Realm before, even lost to Lin Ran!"

"Sun Jinghuan is, after all, an S-level talent."

"That's true, isn't it? Although this guy usually has a low profile, you can't ignore his S-rank Awakened status!"

What you said seems to make some sense...

The whistle blew.

Sun Jinghuan opened his right palm, and crimson flames instantly enveloped his entire forearm, forming a flame blade.

He took a step forward, his flaming blade slashing down diagonally, the flames drawing a blinding arc in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Wuyai's figure vanished from the spot, his flaming blade slashing through the air.

Sun Jinghuan's pupils contracted, and he swung his hand back to strike.

Bang!

Qin Wuyai's right fist struck the side of the flame blade, causing the flames to shake violently.

"Wow, that's fast!"

Sun Jinghuan conjured another flaming blade in his left hand, and the two blades crossed, launching a continuous barrage of attacks.

Flames surged on the arena, leaving trails of lingering embers in the air, turning the entire arena into a furnace.

Qin Wuyai moved between the lines of fire, his figure becoming a blurry shadow, his outline only becoming clear at the moment he threw a punch.

Below the arena, Zhao Meng's mouth gaped open: "That speed is more than twice as fast as mine!"

"I'm puzzled." Lin Ran frowned slightly. "With that speed, he should be able to score points easily in virtual drills."

Bai Ruolin shook her head: "That's not necessarily true. If he relies on speed to kill the Claw Rat, it's definitely not as efficient as killing the Shadow Cat."

"That's right, I'm the most qualified to say on this." Zhao Meng nodded repeatedly: "One Shadow Cat is equivalent to twenty Claw Rats. If you can't beat a Shadow Cat, speed is useless."

Bai Ruolin added, "Furthermore, maintaining high-speed movement requires continuous physical exertion. He can't maintain that speed indefinitely."

"If that's the case, the two of them should decide the winner soon." Lin Ran looked at the arena.

Fire-based abilities are inherently very demanding, and Sun Jinghuan's strong control of the field, coupled with his use of dual swords, further exacerbated the strain.

Although Qin Wuyai maintained a high speed and was also struggling, he was still more relaxed than Sun Jinghuan.

Seeing that prolonged defense would inevitably lead to defeat, Sun Jinghuan suddenly unleashed his power, delivering a whirlwind slash to the surrounding area.

Qin Wuyai had no choice but to take the blow head-on.

Bang!

The flame blade slashed across the training uniform, leaving a charred mark, and Qin Wuyai revealed himself.

Sun Jinghuan pressed his advantage, condensing a fireball and hurling it at Qin Wuyai.

Bang!

Qin Wuyai smashed the fireball with a punch and continued to charge forward, heading straight for Sun Jinghuan.

In the rush, Sun Jinghuan only had time to raise his hand to block.

Bang!

Their fists clashed, and Sun Jinghuan staggered back three steps.

Deng Deng Deng!

Before he could regain his footing, Qin Wuyai's fist came again.

hum!

A gust of wind lingered at Sun Jinghuan's throat.

"You lost!" Qin Wuyai said calmly.

Sun Jinghuan's Adam's apple bobbed, he took a deep breath, and nodded with difficulty: "I admit defeat."

"Group Six, Qin Wuyai wins!"

The training hall erupted in discussion.

"Qin Wuyai actually defeated Sun Jinghuan! Is he that powerful?"

"Are you finding out today?"

"They just don't like to talk, it's not that they're not strong."

Ignoring the chatter of others, Qin Hanzhong continued shouting, "Next group!"

Lin Ran and Zhao Meng walked to the ring at the same time and stood facing each other.

"Brother Ran, we have a deal, don't hit someone in the face."

"Can."

"Don't hit my chest either, that punch from before still hurts a little."

Lin Ran looked helpless: "Then where do you think would be a good place to shoot?"

"Is it okay if we don't fight?"

Before Lin Ran could respond, Qin Hanzhong spoke first: "What are you dawdling about?"

"I...I'll stretch first." Zhao Meng moved his shoulders and twisted his waist and back, trying to buy time.

Qin Hanzhong shook his head: "If you don't even dare to make a move, how will you deal with those mutated creatures on the battlefield later?"

After saying that, he immediately whistled.

In an instant, Zhao Meng unleashed his full speed and charged towards Lin Ran.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and Zhao Meng was sent flying backward.

"What's going on? Are you being unreasonable? I'm at least at the ninth level of Body Tempering, you know?"

Lin Ran shrugged: "I'll be more careful next time."

"You said it yourself, you can't lie to me!"

Zhao Meng took a deep breath and charged forward again with the force of his feet.

He had pushed his speed to the limit, leaving a trail of afterimages on the arena.

Although he is slightly inferior to Qin Wuyai, he is definitely far superior to other types of awakened individuals.

He noticed that Lin Ran's gaze was not in sync with his movements.

He raised his right fist.

He threw a punch.

Snapped!

Lin Ran raised his hand, spread his fingers, and grasped his fist.

Then, Lin Ran punched him again.

Bang!

Zhao Meng was sent flying backwards again.

"Didn't we agree to be more careful next time?" Zhao Meng said indignantly.

"Ahem..." Lin Ran looked slightly embarrassed: "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Zhao Meng pointed at Lin Ran and said, "You...you...I'm not fighting anymore, I admit defeat!"

"Group Seven, Lin Ran wins! Next group..."

After the live-fire exercise concluded, Qin Hanzhong announced its disbandment.

Zhao Meng rubbed his wrist as he walked towards the locker room. As he passed Lin Ran, he muttered, "If I draw you again next time, I'm just forfeiting."

"I'm afraid Instructor Qin won't allow it," Lin Ran said with a playful smile.

Bai Ruolin walked over: "Lin Ran, are you busy tonight? Want to have dinner together?"

"Didn't we already have lunch together?" Lin Ran replied casually.

Bai Ruolin shook her head: "The cafeteria doesn't count."

At this moment, Chu Xining came over from the other side: "Brother Lin Ran, a new restaurant has opened behind the school. I'll treat you tonight."