The impact of the Divine Realm incident was minimized thanks to the Dean's methodical arrangements. Mentioning the incident would only elicit envy for the Soul Master with the mutated domain, or embarrassment at the social death that day, becoming the subject of casual conversation among the academy's teachers and students.

Half a month later, the students of Elite Class 3 moved from Field 2 to Field 3.

The area of ​​playground No. 3 is larger than that of playground No. 2.

When Qian Yuelong and her group arrived at the playground, students and teachers from other classes were already there.

"Yuelong, stop looking, Teacher Wei is about to start calling people."

Hu Liena's voice came from behind her. Qian Yuelong, who had been watching the sparring match between two other students, one from an elite class and the other from a regular class, seemed to have a thought in her mind and looked away.

The students of Class 3 stood in a square formation, their backs straight, looking at Wei Ming, who stood with his hands behind his back in front of the formation.

Wei Ming looked at the energetic children, his gaze slightly narrowed, and then got to the main topic of today's lesson.

"Very good. I can sense that the aura of many students in our class has changed, which means they must have successfully entered the body-strengthening method."

Upon hearing this, some people in the group showed disappointment on their faces; these were students who had not yet mastered the basics.

"Although some students have not yet successfully entered the first stage, I will still start the third stage of the course as usual." As he spoke, Wei Ming raised his hand and touched the soul tool at his waist, and a wooden box appeared in his hand.

There was a dark hole at the top of the box, and it seemed that something was inside.

Many people looked at Wei Ming's belt with envy in their eyes.

Those who are able to enter the elite class are mostly young prodigies.

However, for them, soul tools are even rarer than soul rings.

The soul tools on Douluo Continent today are all unearthed from ancient ruins or left behind by our predecessors.

Even the craftsmen on the mainland, including Lou Gao, the president of the Blacksmiths' Association, who is hailed as a "divine craftsman," are unable to replicate the ability of soul tools to store inanimate or living objects. Soul masters without any background or connections obtain soul tools entirely through personal means and luck.

"Now, everyone will take turns to randomly draw your first opponent. For the next day, this will continue until each of you has fought against the other 24 classmates. Otherwise, the next opponent will be randomly drawn. All support-type Soul Masters in the class will be treated equally. However, if you draw an opponent who is not a support-type Soul Master, you cannot use Soul Skills. You can use your Martial Soul, add Soul Power, or rely on your own close combat abilities."

Wouldn't that still result in getting beaten up?

The support-type Soul Masters in Class 3 had somewhat distorted expressions.

Wei Ming glanced at the restless crowd, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said meaningfully, "Don't bother with any underhanded tactics. Everyone will have their turn to fight; it's just a matter of time."

"Teacher Wei, could you please tell me why you did that?"

A student raised their hand to ask a question.

Wei Ming explained, "First, in about twenty days, it will be the bi-monthly quota challenge. Without a doubt, every freshman will become a hot target. In order to avoid being eliminated so badly, what you need to do now is to get used to fighting against Soul Masters with different development paths as soon as possible."

The crowd's expressions darkened slightly.

Teacher Wei really is... how little he thinks they have of them!

"Secondly, the next All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is still two years away. You newbies will definitely not be able to beat those who are one or two years ahead of you. Therefore, you can pin your hopes on the tournament after that. However, the top seven students in each class will receive extra attention and resources for development, so you can start preparing early."

Hmm? Two years?

Qian Yuelong raised her head.

If I'm not mistaken, the protagonist Tang San should only be a little over a year younger than her. She's 11 this year, and Tang San should be 10. The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament two years from now is not the same one that the protagonist group will participate in in the original story. So she might participate in the tournament after that. Doesn't that mean there's a 90% chance that she'll run into the protagonist group?

Qian Yuelong fell into deep thought.

The students in the first row nervously pulled out a slip of paper with their names written on it from the wooden box.

His opponent was a speed-type Soul Master whose Soul Power level was similar to his.

Unfortunately, he is a support class.

Draw one and fight one battle.

To everyone's surprise, the girl who specializes in agility and attack lost to the boy who specializes in support.

The girl looked bewildered as the boy twisted her hands behind her back, pinned her to the ground, and covered her in dust.

The boy, his face bruised and swollen, was panting. His hands were like welded wire, tightly gripping the girl's wrists, leaving red marks. The girl couldn't move. In the end, her struggles weakened, and she lowered her head in dejection, admitting defeat.

Wei Ming announced the result of the match: the boys got 2 points.

Upon hearing the result of the match, the boy released his grip, his hands now free. The girl, enduring the numbness in her wrists, looked at the boy, who also seemed incredulous at his victory, with a strange gaze and couldn't help but ask, "How can you be so strong? Did you cast a supportive soul skill on yourself beforehand?"

The boy, his forehead glistening with sweat, wiped it away and exclaimed, "Ah!" "I didn't."

"Then how can your body be as hard as a steel plate?"

The person didn't look particularly strong, but she couldn't kick him at all.

“It’s a body tempering technique. If I’m not mistaken, you should have already mastered the basics of body tempering, right?” Wei Ming suddenly spoke up.

The boy nodded shyly: "Yes, Teacher Wei. I'm not particularly talented. I was able to successfully enter the beginner level thanks to the free medicinal bath that the elite class students received. With that help, I only managed to enter the beginner level four days ago."

After just four days of beginner training, your body is already as stiff as a steel plate?!

After half a month, the girl, who still hadn't grasped the basics of the body-strengthening method, narrowed her eyes and felt somewhat discouraged.

Wei Ming nodded and said to the others with different expressions, "Do you see that? Even support-type Soul Masters will experience a huge change in their physical fitness after practicing body tempering techniques and taking medicinal baths to improve their health."

The elite class students all learn purple-level techniques and are not allowed to learn blue-level techniques.

In the eyes of the academy's teachers, those in the elite class should be trained in the highest level of martial arts.

Those who can't even get started will eventually be eliminated from the class.

After being demoted to the regular class, they will have green-level and blue-level body-forging methods to choose from.

"Next!"

The boy who got off to a good start walked back to the team and gave a thumbs-up to another support-type Soul Master who was playing well.

Having mastered other body-forging techniques, the support-type Soul Masters, inspired by this, were eager to try their hand at them.

Long matches last about 30 minutes, while quick ones end in less than five minutes.

When it was Qian Yuelong's turn to draw a name, she rummaged through the wooden box and chose a slip of paper from the corner among the remaining slips.

When she looked down and unfolded the crumpled note, even Qian Yuelong, who considered herself incredibly lucky, was stunned.

Wei Ming glanced at the note Qian Yuelong had unfolded and read aloud, "Qian Yuelong, fight Yan."

When Yan's name was called, his eyes lit up. He tilted his head slightly, and a powerful fighting spirit burst forth in his dark red eyes, as if a ball of flame was burning fiercely.