Final Fight [3]
Bridget watched Nox and Hendrix duke it out, her wide eyes flickering with craziness. She didn't want to miss a second of this fight. Unlike the others, she didn't care about the outcome; all she wanted was to see how far these two could push themselves.
"The two of them should be able to get into the Alpha class quite easily," Bridget smiled, her gaze shifting to Hendrix, who had shown the most promise since the beginning of the fight. Her eyes flashed with greed as she muttered softly to herself, "But he... he should be able to get into the special class."
The special class of the Vermilion Royal Academy was made up of prodigies that appeared once in a hundred years. They were the kingdom's most valuable assets and were often referred to as the kingdom's crouching tigers.
As the name suggests, none of these people were ordinary in any way; each was exceptional, equivalent to a one-man army, possessing the ability to decimate the enemy's frontline.