Seeing that several top students from Class 2 were defeated without any suspense at the hands of Class 1, the vice dean in charge of this selection nodded slightly and looked at Zong Yue with satisfaction.
"Under your guidance, Class One is becoming stronger day by day. If we come to this college competition, our college will definitely achieve good results."
"This college competition will bring out the best from all major colleges. Don't neglect it." Zong Yue's attention at this moment has been completely focused on the college competition. For him, the selection competition in front of him is a foregone conclusion.
A group of Class 2 students were defeated, and the entire martial arts training ground was filled with discussions.
"No, class one is too strong this year and is no match for them."
"I heard that the instructors of Class 1 have been giving intensive training to Class 1 in the past half month. This clearly means that they want to occupy all the places in the college competition."
"The first class is already very talented, and the instructor is Zong Yue. It's hard to be strong even if you don't want to."
Zong Yue is the best tutor at Diqing College. There are rumors that the dean seems to be recuperating in seclusion due to physical discomfort. When the time comes, the vice dean will be promoted to acting dean, and Zong Yue will be the next vice dean.
Long choice.
Even the students who were dissatisfied with the Demon Hunting Conference before could only accept it now.
In the face of absolute strength, they had to bow their heads.
A random person from a class can completely abuse the strongest students in other classes.
Seeing that the selection competition has almost become one-sided, the students in Class 1 are full of confidence, and the students in each class can only sigh secretly.
"Strange, why haven't I seen anyone from Class 9 today?" Someone noticed that Class 9 didn't seem to show up since the beginning of the selection.
"This is a trial. What's going on with Class Nine? Even if they come, they're just here to watch the excitement."
"That's right. After the selection competition, Class Nine will be disbanded. I heard that in the past half month, the students in Class Nine have not practiced, and they have all gone to the isolated city to enjoy themselves."
"They are quite reasonable."
"Ha... Look at what you said, even if they can't think about it, what can they do?"
"In the final analysis, they themselves failed to live up to their expectations. Look at Wei Lin, wasn't he also from Class 9 before? But just yesterday, he successfully passed the assessment of Class 8 instructors and became a member of Class 8."
As everyone said this, they couldn't help but look at Wei Lin, who was standing in Class 8.
At this moment, Wei Lin had changed into the uniform of Class 8. His face no longer had the look of frustration before, but was full of smiles. He followed behind the instructor of Class 8, especially attentive.
"This kid is really smart. He entered Class 8 before Class 9 was disbanded. But I heard that in order to leave Class 9, he spent a lot of money. Not only did he make millions of dollars, he bought the best elixir, and he also hired
Gu Yao cultivated his own spiritual beast."
"What should I do if I'm not smart? Are I waiting to die with Class 9?"
The students of No. 1 Middle School were talking a lot. Now that the quota for the selection competition has almost been determined, they are just watching the excitement now.
Since the collective defeat of the second class, no one on the ring has challenged them.
Above the arena, all students from Class 1 stood tall and condescending, like victors, scanning the other students on the martial arts field.
They are already different from these people.
Deacon Yan waited for a moment, but no one was seen challenging him. His eyes immediately turned to the vice president.
