With the final four decided, the Rising Stars Tournament is coming to an end.
Although most of the students were still unaware of the outcome of the battle, the teachers who served as referees knew it clearly.
At noon, several teachers gathered in the lounge and began to talk about the new students.
A teacher with a goatee sat on a mahogany sofa, holding a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said with a sigh, "The students in these years are much better than we were back then."
"Yes, in recent years, geniuses have emerged as if they were free. In the past, most freshmen were Sequence 2-3, and there were only about 50 Sequence 4s. This year's class of more than 1,200 people are basically at the Sequence 3 level, and there are nearly 200 Sequence 4s." A kind old lady with glasses also said.
"Although some people didn't participate in the Rising Star Competition, the 100-plus Sequence 4s who participated alone show that they have enormous potential. About 10 of them had Gold-level strength at Sequence 4, and two of them were special, even reaching Pearl-level, which is close to the combat power of Sequence 6. This is truly incredible." The teacher with the goatee continued to sigh.
At this time, a teacher leaning on a recliner also spoke. He looked like an old lion, with a circle of gray beard on his face, and his voice was low and loud.
"Whenever I see those emerging geniuses, those young people who have reached the same level as us in just a few years, I often have an illusion that we are too obsessed with past experiences and have been left behind by the times." After a pause, he continued.
“Believe in yourself, this is not an illusion.”
"That's true, but sometimes I also feel that they have a hard time." The teacher with a goatee seemed to be recalling the past.
"I remember when I was in school, Emenas had so many leisure activities. Sometimes we would travel together during holidays. The farthest we went was even riding griffins all the way to the Plantagenet Empire in the East to see the colorful phoenix lanterns. I will never forget that scene. It will always bring back memories."
"It's a shame that's no longer the case. The freshmen are all so eager to improve their skills, their minds are full of becoming stronger. Sometimes they don't even attend academic classes. It's really outrageous."
"You old man still say such things, don't you understand what era it is?" the kind old lady retorted.
"When you were in school, Xifeng was still in its heyday. Thanks to the opening of the canal connecting the north and the south, everyone became wealthy and comfortable, and there was less pressure. The same thing happened with Cangcui. A few years after the Battle of Broken Bow, the empire stopped expanding and focused on internal restructuring. It was also a time of massive construction. Many people, not just the commoners, had work to do, but the nobles were also focused on those large projects. Because they needed manpower, they became much more tolerant and kinder."
“It’s completely different now.”
"In the past few years, Xifeng was deeply corrupted. The people below often couldn't make a living and had to rebel. Last year, they were simply overthrown. The great nobles of Cangcui have taken over all the land and resources, and it is becoming increasingly difficult for the common people and minor nobles below to make a living."
"Nowadays, everyone is desperately trying to climb up the social ladder. The younger generation of the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua have witnessed the war firsthand and are filled with a strong sense of crisis. Even the commoner students in Cangcui want to gain aristocratic status to breathe a sigh of relief. Only those born into wealthy families are more comfortable."
"Well...that's true, but when will this situation end?" The old man with a goatee stroked his beard.
The bearded man took a swig of beer and spoke, "A great war. The victor will gain vast tracts of land and new resources, which they can use to stabilize and balance the internal situation. The loser can also eliminate the troublemakers within, freeing up positions and achieving a longer period of stability."
"Is there no other way?" The goateed teacher sighed with regret.
"It's difficult, because the cake is so small and there are so many people who want to eat it." The big man with white beard paused and continued to analyze.
"The population of the Green Empire has grown significantly over the years, and a lot of resentment has accumulated. The Dragons of Doom in the south are already having some concerns."
"They are closest to the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, and it is also the most convenient place to vent this pent-up dark fire to the neighboring country."
"Once the war breaks out, the national cause will be suppressed, and then all the restless ruffians and the like will be conscripted, along with the minor nobles, low-level transcendents, and so on, and sent to the battlefield, leaving only the majority of the stable and honest farmers and handicraftsmen. This will make management much easier in the future."
"The art of ruling is truly cruel." The goateed teacher shook his head.
"Ha, what's so cruel about that? That's life."
"You humans are just like that. You've become fools if you live a peaceful life. We orcs have to compete with our brothers for milk since we were little. When we grow up, we lead our brothers to fight for pastures and grass in neighboring villages. After becoming extraordinary beings, we still have to fight with monsters for living space."
"The meaning of life is to fight, to fight non-stop, to eliminate the weak, and then our descendants will become stronger and stronger."
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. You were both so cute when you were little, but why are you becoming so stubborn now?"
The old lady tried to smooth things over, her pointed ears showing through her silver hair. She was not only the teacher of the new students, but also the teacher of two people in the room. Her seniority could be said to be very high.
"Yes, dear Ms. Joan." Facing their former teacher, the two male teachers still maintained their former respect and stopped arguing about the matter.
"By the way, that black-haired oriental lady gave up."
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After the battle, it was completely dark. Bumansa and Roland were walking on the way back. The orange candlelight beside the road shone through the thick glass onto the ground.
"Why did you let me enter the semi-finals, Luo Lan?"
Bumansha asked the black-haired girl beside her with a little confusion. Her shoes avoided some small puddles. Occasionally, she could see some pink petals falling from the branches and landing in the puddles, creating faint ripples.
"Because Bumansha wants to meet more powerful people, and you also need that precious crystal-level creation."
"It's very necessary, but I think it's not good to ask others to give up because of my own needs."
"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Loran Hill, walking in front, turned around and said playfully. His clear eyes reflected the warm yellow light, sparkling like gems.
"Because I want to keep a low profile. If I win the championship, even if I can keep it secret for the time being, it will eventually be discovered and become the center of conversation. After all, you can't silence your opponent."
"Being watched all the time is exhausting. Sometimes I want to be lazy."
"So you have the heart to push me out and attract everyone's attention?" Hearing this, Bumansha also laughed.
"Don't say that, Sister Bumansha, you have to believe me, I really mean well." Having said that, Loran Hill blinked his black crystal eyes.
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