Students from Demonhunter High School No.1 had just approached when a green-haired guy smirked and spoke up:

“Hey, isn’t that the Girls’ High School uniform?

What, ran out of people? Sending three mere third-rank rookies to join the Patrol Squad?”

Though third-rank members in Patrol Squads weren’t rare, an entire trio of third-ranks—only three members total—was likely unique to Sector 069.

Other sectors’ squads always had at least a few fourth-rank members.

Take Sector 051’s squad right here: two fourth-rank, three third-rank.

Just as the green-haired student finished, before Qu Yi and her teammates could retort, another squad strode over and cut in sharply:

“Heh! Dare to underestimate our Girls’ High School’s top freshman squad this year? Fei He, got a death wish?

Believe me—one-on-one, you wouldn’t stand a chance against any of them!”

The speaker was a short-haired girl in the same uniform as Qu Yi’s. Her squad radiated strength: all five members, fourth-rank.

Qu Yi smiled warmly. “Senior Du Sina!”

Du Sina returned the smile. “Didn’t expect Sector 069 to clear their Minor Sky Rift too. Here to support as well?”

Qu Yi nodded. “Mm! Same for you, Senior?”

Just then, another group rounded the corner. One chimed in:

“Any squad here must’ve cleared their Minor Sky Rift first.”

Ye Thirteen glanced at them. Different uniforms—neither Demonhunter High No.1 nor Girls’ High. *Demonhunter Ethnic High School*, City C’s third Demonhunter academy.

And not one squad, but two.

Assigned to Sectors 021 and 047, neighboring zones from the same school—they’d teamed up for Sector 051 support.

Du Sina’s squad covered Sector 081; after clearing theirs, they came without hesitation.

This insight? Huang Ying had taken it from Sector 069:

Once a Minor Sky Rift appears, no further rifts threaten that zone. Patrol Squads and instructors could freely reinforce elsewhere.

*Look—Guardian Qu’s granddaughter from Sector 069 is already here. Shouldn’t others follow suit?*

No sooner had the Ethnic High squads arrived than two more emerged from the opposite corner—different uniforms again.

Girls’ High and Demonhunter High No.1.

Assigned to Sectors 007 and 101, they’d arrived later.

Ye Thirteen blinked. The Girls’ High squad for Sector 101? Also all fourth-rank—only the second full-fourth-rank squad among seven here.

*Higher sector number… stronger squad?*

So Sector 069 > Sector 051?

Plausible.

Don’t be fooled—the green-haired guy was fourth-rank, Qu Yi’s trio only third.

In a real fight? Ye Thirteen knew Sector 051’s squad might not last.

Qu Yi alone, unleashing her fifth-rank Protective Flame, could wipe them out.

As Du Sina said: any one of Qu Yi, Lai Yingxin, or Han Xiangxue could trounce him effortlessly.

Even Lai Yingxin—the “support-only” light-attribute priest—outclassed that green-haired rookie.

He only had three years’ seniority and earlier awakening.

Same age? Qu Yi’s trio would breeze through every student here.

After all, they were the only first-years present.

Du Sina wasn’t close to them, but same school, same Patrol Squad—enough for camaraderie.

She knew: Qu Yi’s trio wasn’t just easy on the eyes; their combat prowess was razor-sharp.

While students from three schools glared at each other, the six other sector instructors swarmed Ye Thirteen.

Offering cigarettes, lighting them—if he hadn’t refused, back rubs and foot massages would’ve followed.

Why? Huang Ying had whispered beforehand: *Sector 069’s instructor surpasses even me. Obey Ye Thirteen.*

All instructors here were Demonhunters from Southgate Garrison. They knew Huang Ying. Knew her strength.

A peak Soldier-Rank Demonhunter naming someone stronger? Only a General-Rank powerhouse.

They were merely Ace Demon Hunters—not even Entry-Rank. Reaching General Rank? Impossible.

Ye Thirteen stood at a height they’d never touch. A true legend.

No need for Huang Ying to elaborate. The moment they gathered, deference flowed.

Instructors understood. Students? Clueless.

Qu Yi’s trio guessed the director had spread word of Ye Thirteen’s strength—but still, shock hit hard.

No comparison, no realization. Before, they’d only vaguely sensed his power.

Now? His status dwarfed their imagination.

All instructors cleared Minor Sky Rifts—but the second Ye Thirteen arrived, six others fawned. The gap was staggering.

Other squads’ students stared, baffled, at their once-proud instructors now swarming Sector 069’s instructor like lackeys.

Perceptive, Du Sina sidled to Qu Yi and murmured:

“Your instructor… is he Entry-Rank?”

Only someone far beyond Ace Demon Hunters would earn such reverence.