The colossal Snow Wolf let out an earth-shaking growl before it lurched forward, rows of razor fangs gleaming beneath the swirling blizzard. Its icy blue eyes burned with savage ferocity, and the pressure made countless spectators shift in their seats.Opposite it, Thane’s Qilin did not roar. It did not need to. The divine beast loomed above him, calm, majestic, and ethereal, like an ancient guardian looking down on the mortal world. A sacred aura spread from its body in waves of golden radiance. Every scale shimmered like fragments of the midday sun, dazzling and impossible to ignore. Sacred flames danced beneath its hooves and washed the platform in warm brilliance, standing in stark contrast to the endless frost around the Snow Wolf.One represented endless winter. The other represented divine judgment.Mo Zhixuan lifted the icy flute to his lips. The instant his mouth touched the mouthpiece, another melody drifted across the battlefield. It was beautiful, elegant, and deadly. Invis

Thane's eyes darted toward Laycon. The young man was sprawled across the frozen ground, directly before the colossal Snow Wolf. For the briefest instant, their eyes met. That was enough.Without hesitation, Thane flicked both daggers. Hundreds of blazing dagger shadows erupted from their blades and streaked across the battlefield like scarlet meteors. Each carried searing heat and cut crimson trails through the blizzard as they descended on the giant Snow Wolf.The spirit beast did not dodge. It lifted one massive paw and swatted several daggers aside. The rest it shattered with a single earth-shaking roar. Invisible sound waves exploded outward and pulverized the remaining flames into sparks that vanished in the snow.That tiny opening was all Thane needed. His wrist flicked. A rope woven entirely from sacred flames shot forward with uncanny precision and coiled around Laycon's waist. It yanked him sideways a heartbeat before the wolf's claws slammed into the ground.BOOM. Stone expl

With Thane's Qilin fully engaging the colossal Snow Wolf, the only truly volatile piece left on the battlefield was Mo Zhixuan. Everything revolved around him. As long as the flute continued to sing, the snow summons would never truly fall, the blizzard would never disperse, and every opening they created would be swallowed by the endless tide of ice. So he had to be stopped. No matter the cost.Thane's twin daggers danced through the storm, blazing arcs of fire colliding against ten snow summons at once. The battlefield around him had become chaotic.A spear-wielding snow warrior thrust for his throat. He twisted aside. A snow wolf lunged at his flank. His dagger flashed and drove it back. The ice bear swung a crushing paw down. He rolled beneath it and carved through another humanoid summon before rising again.One after another, the summons fell. One after another, they rose. Every shattered body immediately reformed beneath Mo Zhixuan's haunting melody, returning as though deat

Thane's eyes drifted toward the colossal scoreboard suspended above the arena. One by one, glowing streams of light rippled across its surface before settling into neat rows of text. Now, their individual scores—calculated according to how much each contestant had contributed to the battle—were finally being displayed for the entire academy to witness.A hush gradually descended over the spectators.Under Group Seventy, Mo Zhixuan's name and portrait blazed brilliantly in radiant gold, so dazzling that it overshadowed every other name on the board. It stood alone at the very top like an immovable mountain no one could hope to scale.[Mo ZhixuanGrade Point: 484Grade Class: A+System Remark: Legend Class GeniusExtra Remark: Stoic, amazing, and peerless mastery of skills.]For a fleeting second, the entire arena seemed to lose its voice.The score for an outstanding contestant was normally just over one hundred and eighty. Only a handful of exceptionally talented geniuses could for

Soon, the stage was completely cleaned out. The broken stone tiles had been replaced, scorched marks erased, and the last traces of the previous battle swept away as though the fierce clash between Thane and Mo Zhixuan had never happened.The scoreboards lit up once more.It was finally time for the Division A battle.A deep breath escaped Ragnar's lips as he lifted his gaze towards the towering projector suspended above the arena. One after another, the groups belonging to Division A illuminated the screen until all six of them stood proudly displayed before the roaring audience.Division A was the smallest division in the academy.While the other divisions boasted dozens of groups battling through exhausting rounds of elimination, Division A had only six groups, resulting in five battles from start to finish. There was a reason for that. Every single team gathered here represented the absolute pinnacle of their generation. There was no room for mediocrity. Only the strongest earned