Qinglu Academy, True Martial Department, training hall.

The atmosphere was deathly still and silent, and the students and teachers all gathered around the training hall with darkened faces.   

Some gritted their teeth and seethed.

Some looked frustrated and disappointed.  

Some tightly pursed their lips, their faces red and aggrieved. 

In the nearby seats sat several injured students. Some had bruised and swollen faces, others with broken bones, and some were unconscious. 

In the center of the training hall stood a handsome and strong-looking young man with ash-gray hair. He wore a fierce and malevolent expression and emitted a ruthless aura.  

With his hands clasped behind his back, he ran his eyes across the audience and twisted his lips disdainfully. 

“Is there anyone else…who doesn’t want to admit defeat?” he said in a frivolous voice. 

The audience erupted. The male students almost shattered their teeth in rage and their eyes almost bulged out. The female students clenched their fists and their faces were suffused with anger. 

The instructors didn’t say a word, but they were all livid. 

A quarter of an hour had passed since the conflict started, and eight students from the True Martial Department had fought one after another.

Every one of them was considered an elite student and possessed the strengths of the Heaven Ascension Stage. Everyone had high hopes for them...