The applause was thunderous and the whole audience was boiling. This competition was indeed unique and the overall level was much higher than in the past. Especially the champion, Loran Hill, whose work [Ghostly Soul-Condensing Potion] was directly evaluated by the sages as Pearl Perfect Grade, which was an achievement that many masters would find difficult to obtain in their lifetime.
After the competition, many people did not rush to leave, but kept looking at the girl who won the championship, hoping to chat with her or get to know her better.
Looking at the people in the field who were "eyeing them hungrily," Loran Hill felt like Little Red Riding Hood standing among wolves. She was in a dilemma. Should she just fly out? She was wearing a skirt. If she went out, she would probably be surrounded halfway. These were all students in the school, so it was difficult for her to do anything.
Just as she was standing in the corner of the scene, hesitating to take a step forward, a tall young man stood up and spoke in a clear and loud voice.
"Please, everyone, make way for Miss Loran."
His short golden hair, handsome face, broad shoulders, and confident and frank voice immediately attracted everyone's attention. Students from other colleges did not recognize him for a while, and some were still hesitant, but the students from Qiaodun College quickly took action.
The Bridge Pier Academy, the most disciplined and collaborative of the four major levels, cultivates every student as a soldier or officer. A hierarchical structure, obedience to orders, and a sense of collectivism define the Bridge Pier Academy's style.
Calm as the sea, strong as the wind.
As the head of the academy, Jerlann, who has not yet retired, naturally has a strong appeal in the semi-militarized academy. At his suggestion (command), the students of the Bridge Pier Academy quickly walked out of the crowd, stood on both sides of the aisle, and soon formed a neat human wall, clearing a straight path.
Faced with these war-sequence students wearing neat golden-red uniforms, others did not want to challenge them and stood still, watching the scene quietly.
It seems there is no escape, alas. The girl thought to herself, took a deep breath, raised her head, and prepared to walk out of the Red Shell Hall.
However, the story did not end there. Another young man in a crimson uniform stood up. He had a rose sword on his waist and a blood-red rose badge on his chest.
"slow!"
"We, the students of the Walled City Academy, are naturally supported and protected by ourselves."
He waved his hand, and the door at the end of the hallway opened. Senior students in crimson uniforms filed in one after another, clearing another aisle.
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