"Philius Louvrehard wins the first match!"
The echoes of victory rushed through the auditorium, instantly stifling the stench of defeat that the Beta Class Students felt once the first match concluded.
Perhaps it was due to the suspension of Joint Training, but the Beta Class Students seemed to have forgotten just how frightening it was to go up against their Alpha Counterparts.
With the swift and brutal fight—no, one-sided beatdown—that was the first match, they were once again reminded of their inferiority when compared to true talent and the endless potential of their Alpha counterparts.
Despair quickly seeped into their hearts, setting the mood for the rest of the event.
"Congratulations, Philius, you get to remain in Alpha Class." Beatrice Lampshade spoke to the only student who remained standing on stage.
The boy had barely broken a sweat.
