311 Demon Scythe

The sound of combat pierced through the air. It was chaos incarnate, thundering booms shaking the earth and sending debris flying sometimes meters away. Battles had broken out throughout every corner of the forest, spreading like wildfire.

However, this was natural, as 101 participants were scrambling for a measly three positions. They all believed themselves destined to stand at the summit, special and extraordinary among crowds of the mundane.

And today was the best chance to showcase just that to their teachers.

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"Senior brother, who do you think will become the class president?" Shen Yi asked, eyes glued to the large screen on the wall, analyzing.

"Tang Wulin," Wu Zhangkong answered.

"Tang Wulin? Are you sure?"

Wu Zhangkong nodded.