Maybe I was born for this.

Sitting in the sunny stands, sensing the mana in the air, the pure white magic of the Angel Sequence danced joyfully around her body, making the sunlight around her even more dazzling. It was more approachable than the magic of any other sequence, even surpassing the previous Demon Sequence. The pulsing magic was palpable within her consciousness, as if she could, at any moment, make the entire crowd boil with this pure white magic.

Generally speaking, the ability to deal with multiple enemies only becomes available after reaching Sequence 4, and the ability to deal with area-of-effects only becomes available after Sequence 5. Therefore, Sequence 5 is a watershed moment, not only because the soul merges with the Transcendent Core at this point, but also because after Sequence 5, one can bless allies or deal with enemies within a certain range.

Only at this time can the Transcendent truly begin to surpass mortals. Without an opponent of the same level, it will be difficult for the enemy to deal with a Sequence 5 being.

Loran Hill was sitting in the stands. This was the battle yard of Emenas. On the wide lawn in front of the stands, four classes were conducting confrontation training.

Different from the one-on-one competitions in the past, starting this month, the teacher began to teach everyone the precautions and coordination for group confrontations.

Unity and cooperation are not only powerful weapons for ordinary people, but also for extraordinary people. Students with different strengths can combine together and concentrate on their own strengths, which can often burst out several times the combat power, roughly like 2+2+216. A team that cooperates well can easily defeat twice as many enemies that are scattered and have never cooperated.

Even for Transcendents, teams are often greater than individuals. It's not uncommon for a high-level Sequence 7 monster to be easily slaughtered by a Sequence 6 team. This is why the powerful forces in Ivar's world all appear as organizations.

The teams on the field were divided into four blocks, each with approximately 40 players, and each player wore a special protective belt. These belts, inlaid with magic crystals, were gold-grade, extraordinary artifacts that could block most damage. However, after a certain level of damage, the gemstones on the belt would change color, meaning the student was out.

Now, it is time for Team One to face Team Two.

"Team three, raise the barrier and release the wall of twisting light." The commander of Team One began to dispatch the troops, defending in the front while forming a formation in the back to cast large-scale spells.

A thick rock and soil barrier suddenly rose from the ground, blocking the fierce fireballs of the bombing. The exploding fireballs exploded, breaking the barrier. Golden and red flames escaped from several cracks, licking the air. The students in the front row felt a heat wave coming towards them.

The monitor of Class 2 on the opposite side pulled up his hood, which had been lifted by the airflow, and raised his right palm again. Six or seven of his classmates who were at Magic Sequence 4 also gathered their magic power and, with him as the core, began to unleash the next round of fireball bombardment.

Just as they were preparing, another group beside them had already risen up. With the help of the classmate who could control the wind, they flew together hand in hand, looking over the barriers on the field. Ten of them pointed their arms and the trembling thunder focused on one point, directly attacking the back row of Class 1. Blue lightning flashed down from the sky, directly interrupting the students who were accumulating magic power and preparing to cast it.

Then lightning snakes flew wildly, and the back row of Class 1 was wiped out before they could even perform. The melee personnel of Class 2, who were blessed with heat insulation and fireproof spells, quickly crossed the wall of fire, shattered the twisting light wall that had poor physical resistance, rushed into Class 1, broke up the team, and quickly harvested the enemy.

At this time, Class 1 was also doomed. Even though there were a few strong students, they were quickly targeted by the students from Class 2 and were completely wiped out.

"You lost, Luo Xier." Sitting in the stands, a girl with long golden hair looked at Luo Lanxier behind her.

"Yeah, but winning and losing are common, so don't take it too seriously. Just keep working hard to improve."

"It's a pity that you are not in good health. It's a rare opportunity for you to come and watch the competition between our class and other classes, but we couldn't win." The blonde girl said with a little regret.

Because Luo Lanxier often had to use another identity, Luo Xier's identity naturally could not appear every day. So she excused herself by saying that she was not in good health and could only take leave frequently.

She was already popular among her classmates, and with her frail nature, she became even more lovable, which often made her feel a little guilty.

"It's nothing, Frosia. You don't have to care so much about my feelings." Luo Xier shook her head, and her long silver hair reflected a faint golden light in the sunlight.

"But Luo Xier is the class monitor. If your classmates don't do well in their studies, people from other classes will look down on you."

"Your health was not good to begin with, and this makes everyone feel even worse." Frosia seemed a little guilty.

“If only I could get out there and compete.”

The blonde girl, Frosia, hailed from the prestigious Landsworth family, one of the four great ducal families. Due to their particular emphasis on reputation and image, legitimate daughters were not permitted to compete with others. Not only was there a fear of being taken advantage of, but also because victory was taken for granted, while a loss would be deeply fraught.

Others will brag everywhere that I defeated the heir of one of the four great dukes' families. It might be okay for boys, as they would be less restricted, but as a girl, Frosia would be required to do more in this regard.

"Frosia is very beautiful." The silver-haired Rosie looked at the blonde girl on the steps. She had long golden hair like the sun, a light blue dress that set off her smooth white porcelain skin, a large chest, a slender waist, and an emerald green braided bracelet on her wrist.

Even after meeting beauties like Funo, Letis, and Vimya, Roxelle still felt Frosia held a unique beauty. Rumors abounded within her grade regarding this young lady from the Unicorn Duke's family. Some claimed she was betrothed to one of the current Crown Princes of Verdant Green, and would one day become the most powerful woman in the empire. Others claimed she was favored by the current Elf Queen, treated like a daughter. Furthermore, possessing partial elven blood, it wasn't impossible for her to become an elven princess in the future.

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