Forget it. There wasn’t much to say anyway. Helplessly, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

It was like stepping onto a battlefield with a nervous heart, only to be utterly ignored. That was deeply awkward.

“I’m Bai Feng. I have nothing to say about this class.” He bowed deeply and strode straight back to his seat.

Just as he was about to sit down, someone slammed a hand on the desk and yelled, “What did you just call our class?”

“A trash class of spoiled brats relying on family connections,” Sky Qi said, glancing at him disdainfully.

Murmurs of displeasure rippled through the room.

The lecturer on stage made no move to intervene. Instead, he quietly slipped out, closing the door behind him—none of it escaped Sky Qi’s sharp eyes.

A pair of piercing eyes raked over him, burning with hatred.

His name was Hebrew. Raised among nobles since childhood, he wasn’t exactly pampered, but his grandfather had spared no expense. Family secrets and strength-boosting potions poured into him, forging an A-rank power.

He couldn’t stand lowlifes talking down to him—especially this newcomer’s calm, indifferent air, which infuriated him.

This guy clearly didn’t take anyone seriously. Hebrew was going to teach him a lesson.

The other students gathered around, most smirking with schadenfreude as they pointed at Sky Qi. Dozens encircled him and Hebrew, leaving a wide open space.

“Get out of the way!” Hebrew waved impatiently, shoving the onlookers aside. “You’ll interfere with my moves. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt by accident.”

“Oh? Big talk, Hebrew,” a young man sneered, hands in his pockets. “Last time we dueled, I beat you to a pulp. I’ll do you a favor this time.”

“Cut the bragging,” rumbled a burly man beside him, bare-chested with bulging muscles and thick chest hair. “You just want to beat up a newbie. I can’t stand him either—let’s team up.”

For a moment, Sky Qi felt a pang of déjà vu—this man reminded him of Lin Yanfeng, that bold, hearty uncle.

Unconsciously, his hatred for the Sacred Knight Heroic Corps had faded. Not from forgetting, nor from a generous heart. It was the guilt over Vicky that weighed on him.

The human world was slowly falling. Nobles indulged in comfort, oblivious as the Dark Races’ armies marched toward their homes.

These noble heirs partied all day, using family resources to boost their strength. Sure, they grew powerful fast—but without solid foundations, that power was hollow.

If even Continent Strongest Academy’s students were like this, graduates from other schools must be garbage. Sky Qi sighed heavily at the thought.

“Sigh? Sigh your ass off! Begging won’t save you now!”

Hebrew struck first. Wind blades sliced through the air, whistling as they closed in. They shifted positions rapidly, fierce and flashy, swirling like a spinning flower mid-flight.

Truth was, these showy moves added no real power. But flashy nobles loved turning spells into dazzling displays—defeating foes with style, then making a grand exit. That was their routine.

Sky Qi could easily dodge them.

The other two attacked simultaneously. Magic-crafted leaves shot toward him, followed by a massive boulder.

Sky Qi’s eyes narrowed. The burly man seemed built for close combat, yet he’d launched a ranged physical strike. Unexpected—but not enough to rattle him.

To him, their chaotic magic looked fierce and unstoppable. In reality, it was full of holes.

Compared to Nangong Fengxue, they were dirt beneath the sky.

After his attack, Hebrew landed gracefully, using the wind blades’ recoil to float down. He waited smugly for Sky Qi to crumple, already picturing his despair.

His family specialized in wind magic. With inherited techniques, he believed his blades were unmatched.

Indeed, they cut sharper than ordinary ones, slicing the air with audible shrieks.

But to Sky Qi, once the Continent Strongest, it was child’s play. Like a toddler throwing a ball—utterly harmless. They were just as fragile.

Dodging was pointless.

Break!

Ice-fire magic bullet!

The same move he’d used in his first magic exam—ice and fire fused, terrifyingly potent.

Mid-air, ice shards and fireballs collided with the wind blades. They shattered and exploded in miniature bursts, filling the room with cracking sounds.

Cold and heat surged toward the crowd. Unprepared students choked, sneezing uncontrollably.

The leaf barrage scattered next, like disorganized troops routed in an instant.

Boom!

Compressed flame detonated, melting the boulder in a blink. The explosion died immediately after—no lingering fire, no risk of spreading.

Every detail was calculated. Compressing fire magic to its limit created intense heat to melt stone, then forcibly snuffing it out.

Such minor spells were second nature to him.

One move defeated three.

Nangong Fengxue watched silently from her seat, not joining the crowd. Through the gaps, she saw everything clearly.

This newcomer… wasn’t ordinary. She pressed her lips together thoughtfully.