"Three broken ribs, pierced into the lungs, completely incapacitated…"
The referee judged.
"Jack wins!"
A pure white ball of light flew out and instantly healed Bob.
Physical injuries could be healed.
But Bob was disheartened by the blow he had received.
"I actually lost to a Shield Envoy in combat. What a disgrace…"
His eyes were glazed and his mind was filled with memories of that terrifying whipping leg.
One move to subdue the enemy.
The difference in strength between the two was beyond Bob's imagination.
The combat test continued.
The battle between Bob and Jack was only one of 16 unremarkable matches.
Both of them had Grade B talents, which were not as eye-catching as Grade A talents.
Most of the attention was on the Grade A students.
Grade A talent meant that they had a bright future.
If they wanted to get into Guardian University, there was a 90% chance that they could get into the top university.
Each year, Grade A level talents account for 5% of the candidates admitted to the top Guardian Universities.
Grade B talent?
One might not even be admitted in ten years!
At the end of the first round, of the 16 students who won, 9 were Grade A talents and 7 were Grade B talents.
Something worth mentioning.
When a Grade A talent student fought against a Grade B talent student.
The former won with an overwhelming advantage!
A 100% chance of winning!
All Grade A talents advanced!
The advantage of talent was obvious.
…
…
There was a grandstand not far from the arena.
The dozens of people in the stands dispersed.
They were all admissions teachers from the Guardian University.
Among them, there were many universities such as the Southwestern Guardian University ranked 22, and the East Capital Guardian University ranked 8.
After watching the first round of combat.
The teachers commented one by one.
"There are a lot of potential students in the four high schools this year. I wonder how many of our East Capital Guardian University would be able to recruit."
"That Thief named Ethel is not bad, he seems like a good fighter!"
"Those are just starters There's still an Grade S Fan Jia'er hidden in No. 4 High School!"
"…"
There was also a distance between the student recruitment teachers.
For example, the Guardian University teacher from the Southwest Territory was obviously at odds with the teacher from East Capital.
Like students.
The teachers also had their own clique.
Different groups communicated with each other and commented on the students they favored.
With the exception of three people.
The two men and one woman stood in a corner of the stands.
No one went over to talk to them, it seemed extraordinarily lonely.
These three people represented the Imperial Capital Guardian University, Magic City Guardian University, and the Federation Guardian University.
Among the Guardian Universities, these three were top existences that could not be challenged!
To the three of them, the first round of combat could not even be considered as a starter.
In the entire No.4 High School, they were probably only interested in Fan Jia'er.
The teachers' discussion quickly stopped.
The second round of combat began.
Compared to the first round, the level of bloodshed had risen by a level.
One of the students even had his leg broken, and the white bone residue in the air was extremely terrifying.
The students who had never seen blood before screamed.
But the teachers were used to it.
"Huh."
A female teacher from Magic City Guardian University. She wore a pure black suit with golden rims, a skirt that hugged her hips, and golden glasses. She was dressed like a career woman.
She looked towards a spot, as if a student had attracted her attention.
The two male teachers beside her also followed her gaze.
The male teacher from the Federation Guardian University had a square face and wore a Chinese tunic suit.
He said.
"It's just Grade B talent. What's so special about it?"
The other male teacher from the Imperial Capital Guardian University had a face full of scars.
Scarface only glanced at him.
A snort escaped his nostrils and he turned away.
An average Grade B talent.
If Scarface recruited a Grade B Talent back to school, the dean would break his legs!
The woman with golden-rimmed glasses said.
"If everything goes according to plan, he should be the one fighting Fan Jia'er."
"Oh?"
Scarface was unconvinced.
"What do you want to bet on?"
He believed in his own judgment.
There were eight people left on the field. Except for Jack, the others all had Grade A talents!
The difficulty for Jack to break out of the encirclement was comparable to reaching the heavens!
"200 contribution points."
The woman with gold-rimmed glasses made a bet worth 20 million!
The square-faced man took a deep breath and smiled awkwardly.
"We are poor. We can't afford to gamble."
The square-faced man withdrew from the bet.
Scarface grinned, and said boldly,
"Okay! Thank you in advance for the 200 contribution points!"
The combat test continued.
Jack passed all the rounds and eliminated all his opponents.
Scarface's expression was a little awkward and gloomy.
He never thought that the guy that the woman with gold-rimmed glasses thought highly of would actually make it to the end!
With a beautiful whipping kick, Jack sent his last opponent flying.
He had successfully stood out out of the 32 contestants and obtained the opportunity to challenge Fan Jia'er and fight for the championship!
"Could this guy's hidden occupation be a Warrior?"
Scarface handed over 200 contribution points.
He became more interested in this interesting little fellow.
The woman with gold-rimmed glasses said coldly.
"We'll know when we go down and ask."
With that, he took the lead and walked off the stands.
Scarface was stunned for a moment before he quickly followed behind.
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…
"Not bad, Jack. You've hidden yourself well!"
Mike was excited. He was delighted to see Jack leading.
He was genuinely happy for Jack.
"He actually won second place in the combat test. Congratulations!"
"Scram, scram, I lost the last round before we even fought?"
Jack stood outside resting.
In the battle just now, he won without even breaking a sweat.
The difference in level, coupled with Jack's outstanding combat talent,
the opponent had been kicked out by Jack before he could even make a move!
The situation had changed from the very beginning.
It seemed particularly boring.
Jack wanted to try out the passive skill effect of Primordial Thorn.
What kind of effect would 10% [Shield Value] be on a human?
"Wow, beauty!"
Mike looked behind Jack.
A beautiful woman with gold-rimmed glasses was walking over.
Standing in front of Jack, the woman with gold-rimmed glasses spoke.
"Hello, student."
"I'm from Magic City Guardian University. Are you interested in learning more?"