The intense collisions on-site caused drastic fluctuations, and leaving the faces of many freshn near the competition stage pale.
Are the senior students’ abilities really this strong?
Not only that, observing their fighting styles and comparing them to their own, they suddenly realized that the seniors’ way of competing resembled child’s play.
If the senior students’ battles were fierce, brutal, and intense, theirs battles seed like soft, and casual exchanges—it was a ans to practice without the ferocity and blood of real combat.
"Amalia, can you explain it to us first?" Elena Sandoval suddenly spoke nervously after watching the battle for a while, voicing what many people secretly felt.
Several others discreetly glanced over; in truth, they didn’t quite understand either.
Although Amalia ntioned that the senior brother and senior sisters have experience fighting monsters in disaster zones, their current opponents were human.
What combat experience against monsters was needed when facing other humans?
"The most prominent traits of monsters are their wild strength, followed by their species’ behaviors. They are unlike humans, often resorting to straightforward violence.
So spirit cultivators, fighting these monsters year-round, and unconsciously adopt a certain traits in their movents, which can be observed in their usual fights.
Of course, the opponents are the sa; once one side displays wild strength, and posing a threat, the other side will also fight without holding back. Therefore, pay attention to their body movents.
Also, observe their use, mastery, and release of spiritual energy, which is far superior to yours.
Knowing when to release it, when not to, or controlling the quantity is very crucial. Learn to calculate ten steps ahead for every step you take."
"When dealing with monsters, it’s essential to learn how to efficiently use spiritual energy. It can be restored midway, but if you’re not careful during combat and exhaust it, trouble awaits you."
Although it wasn’t class ti, Amalia had promised that if they had any doubts, she would help whenever she had the ti.
After hearing her explanation, everyone had a sudden realization.
Left to analyze things themselves, they didn’t quite know how to observe and analyze.
But with a general direction in mind, watching the matches beca much clearer.
Beside them, Xylia Lazaro and his friend were left wide-eyed with amazent.
So, this was the daily routine of class 9?
However, if their class also had soone this strong and willing to answer questions, they would ask too.
"Xylia, why does she sound like an instructor? If she didn’t look so young, I’d mistake her for a school instructor. Having such insights in the first year, I find it pretty impressive," his friend remarked.
"This is a fundantal trait of a strong individual. If you don’t even know what you want to do, you can’t achieve such accomplishnts. But indeed, she’s quite impressive. Now I finally understand where class 9’s confidence cos from," replied Xylia Lazaro with a slight smile.
"Instructor have too many students to teach; they usually impart their own thoughts rather than focusing on individual students."
"Amalia, isn’t it?" Xiaohua felt that what Amalia said wasn’t much different from what so instructor would say.
"One is awe-inspiring instructor and the other is a peer of your age whom you admire and who can help you whenever needed—whom would you prefer?"
"Definitely the admired peer. Psychologically, you’d feel more connected and have more topics to discuss, and even physiologically, you’d unconsciously feel closer," his friend responded instinctively.
Xylia Lazaro gave him a validating look.
Of course, if they knew what Amalia usually taught, they wouldn’t be this calm right now.
Although the ranking matches didn’t pose a threat to lives, severe injuries, including severed limbs and bleeding, were common.
At first, the freshn found it quite brutal.
It was just a ranking match, why did it have to be so harsh?
But as ti went on, they gradually beca numb.
Most matches didn’t drag on for too long to determine the winner.
Usually, within ten minutes or so, the outco was decided.
The class 9 mbers gradually grasped the tricks Amalia had ntioned while watching these battles, and contemplating as they observed.
Amalia also pondered.
After watching the senior students’ fights, she realized there was a significant difference compared to the play-like matches among the lower grades.
Why did they all opt to end the battle within ten minutes?
There must be a direct correlation to disaster zones.
Disaster zones are places filled with constant danger, where monsters could appear anywhere.
When you’re both wounded, there might just be a lurking monster nearby, waiting for an opportune mont to strike.
Furthermore, the scent of blood could attract nearby creatures with sensitive noses, so making swift decision was necessary.
In the afternoon, it was finally Kenny Lin’s turn.
The match reached an unprecedented climax.
Not only did no one leave the audience seats, but more people even sneaked in.
While so senior students’ positions were already certain, everyone eagerly awaited their performances.
Kenny Lin was undoubtedly the center of attention.
Dressed in white, he stood tall amidst the chaos, untainted by the commotion.
As he stepped onto the stage, the cheers sounded as if they could topple the roof.
His opponent displayed an expression akin to soone facing execution, a mixture of sorrow and despair.
Perhaps he wondered why, among the top 200, fate had pitted him against Kenny Lin.
In Kenny Lin’s matches, unless facing soone like Zanilia Zhao, the outco was evident without even needing to fight.
His opponent conceded as soon as he stepped onto the stage.
Fuming, he swiftly leaped off the competition stage and vanished from sight.
Watching Kenny Lin’s expressionless face from the second floor, Amalia wondered whether he might have thought his opponent should have just conceded earlier.
So it would sparing him the effort of stepping onto the stage and then stepping back down.
Because Kenny Lin didn’t have a chance to show off his skill, Amalia couldn’t see another difference between the white-clothed Kenng Lin and the black-clothed Kenny Lin.
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