At this time, everyone in the class saw themselves as a member of the class. They were a group and were sincerely cheering for the three of them. After all, the higher the class ranking, the better the treatment that each student would receive. For example, for every increase in the ranking, the tuition would be reduced by 1%. Depending on the ranking, the tuition fees would be reduced accordingly. For example, if one was ranked third, the tuition fees would be reduced by 30%. If one was ranked first, they would only have to pay 10% of the tuition fees. They would also be able to enjoy many of the academy's special facilities. These special facilities were only available to outstanding students. This was also one of the academy's methods to stimulate the students to compete for the ranking competition.
The strong would become stronger. If the weak did not work hard, they would only be mediocre.
Fervale walked on the aisle with an indifferent expression. He was abnormally calm. Sara was a little uncomfortable. After all, this was the first time she had seen such a situation. As for Garon, he also pretended to be a little unnatural. After all, this was more suitable for his current status and family background.
Compared to the cheers of Merseus, the three of them were naturally inconspicuous. Only the people in their class were shouting. Just as they walked over, the three of them heard a burst of cheers from behind them.
The crowd on both sides of the aisle was like boiling water, erupting in an instant.
"Arello! Arello! Arello! "
"Barry! Barry! Barry!! Tear him apart!! "
Two opposing cheers rang out loudly.
On both sides of the aisle that was less than 200 meters long, the spacious black field was densely packed with students shouting loudly.
Two groups of three representatives walked on the black carpet, one in front and one at the back.
The leader of the three in front was a muscular boy with hedgehog hair. There was a scar on the right side of his mouth that extended out. It seemed like someone had used a knife to cut his mouth to the right. It looked abnormally hideous.
The other group of three at the back was led by a blue-haired boy with silver earrings. He had a faint smile on his face and was very charming. His body was very sturdy. There was also a faint scar on the side of his face, giving him a wild feeling.
Fervale and the other two turned around to look at the two groups behind them.
"Caus Arello. He should be ranked third in the class. He is also ranked ahead of me. His strength is unknown. It is rumored that he is Barry's strongest challenger. He's one of the First Seats that popped up recently. He didn't have much of a reputation before. "
He looked at the two people beside him. Sara's eyes were filled with deep fear, while Garon's face was calm. His fists were slightly clenched. Obviously, he was also type I and his thoughts were not calm.
"Nono, you have to be careful. Arello is the younger brother of the student you injured. He might target you during the competition."
Garon nodded and didn't say anything.
Groups of participating teams entered the competition area and entered their own assigned grid.
The entire arena was divided into sections by a large number of power-supplying mechas. The competition schedule was arranged according to the original ranking of the previous class.
Garon, Fervale and the other two were in Class C5. After the seniors from the previous level were promoted to Class B, they were ranked 13th, which was neither high nor low. However, they couldn't enjoy free tuition and special facilities. Only the top ten students had the opportunity to enjoy these benefits.
There were fifty-six classes in the entire grade. To stand out from the elites of all these classes and fight for the top ten was undoubtedly difficult.
The sweet female announcer's voice began to arrange the competition schedule for the elites of each competition area.
All the classes would go through the preliminaries according to their previous ranking. They would fight in pairs and the winners would enter the next round. This way, they would continue to be eliminated until they would enter the final round.
The losers would not completely lose their chance. They would enter the losers' group and go through the survival of the fittest again. The top three winners of the group could finally challenge the final round. After winning, they could replace the one who was challenged and enter the final round.
Finally, the final round would be held in the final round. The one with the most wins would be first. And so on.
After the rules were announced, the contestants of each class began to receive pre-competition guidance under the arrangement of the instructors. At the same time, they waited for their opponents and their competition area.
Instructor Hamm and Class C5's Mecha Combat teacher, Vincent, stood together and gave the final guidance to Fervale and the other two. Standing next to the wall of the assigned arena, there was a square compartment that was separated by the wall. The surrounding staff members were bustling with noise, but Instructor Hamm did not seem to be affected at all. He patted Fervale's shoulder heavily with both hands.
"Fervale, remember your key points! Your attacks are smooth enough, but as a close-range mecha, closing the distance is the only thing you need to pay attention to. Because your marksmanship is also not bad, I suggest you choose a melee and long-range fighting style. This way, you can fully utilize all your advantages. When needed, you can abandon your gun and go all out in close-range combat. "
Fervale nodded.
"I understand."
Hamm let go of him and switched to Sara.
"Sara, your advantage is shooting. Shooting while moving and shooting while moving. You just need to do this well. I know you didn't use all your strength during the test, but now, I hope you can give it your all. After all, this isn't just for the class, it's for yourself!"
"I understand." Sara nodded and tried to calm herself down.
"Last, Nono." Instructor Hamm came in front of Garon. "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. You can perform normally. Don't be too burdened. You have great potential and your shooting isn't any weaker than Sara's. You can also choose her fighting style."
"I understand, Instructor." Garon nodded as well, indicating that he was prepared.
"Come, drink some water first!" Instructor Hamm asked the nutritionist behind to come up and deliver the prepared nutrient solution. He then pulled Fervale, who was about to drink, to the side to teach him in private. It was obvious that he had placed his greatest hope on Fervale.
Garon and Sara sat quietly in their seats, waiting for the match schedule to be broadcasted.
The match schedule for each group was quickly announced.
"Class C6 versus Class C5. Opponents are free to choose. Match start time … "
Soon, it was their turn to compete. The match time was slightly later. After all, Class C5 was also a class that was ranked in the front.
After the match schedule was arranged, the first match officially began.
A huge light screen was displayed in front of everyone. The screen was more than ten meters tall and had many panels. They were erected in all directions of the competition area so that the spectators outside could understand the situation inside. The screen showed the details of the situation. The entire scene inside the competition area could be seen freely as the protective barriers were transparent.
The spectators around the competition area were like aristocrats in ancient gladiatorial arenas. Not only the students, but also the instructors and teachers were shouting. The family members were even more excited. It was like a celebrity concert. Some of them even custom-made huge cheering banners with the names of certain people written on them.
Bang!
The gunshot that signaled the start of the match rang out.
In an instant, the entire competition area was in an uproar. A large number of pink flower petals slowly sprinkled down. A floating metal platform below the battleship was the referee's seat. The referee's seat was densely packed with dozens of people. They were the referees for the different grades.
The first match of each grade had officially begun.
Garon quietly listened to the thunderous cheers around him. All kinds of voices rose and fell. He looked up at the two black and white Mechs facing each other on the big screen.
"The Mechs are the same. They're exactly the same. It's just that the colors are different." Sara sat beside Garon and whispered.
"Our opponents are out. Class C6. Do you have any plans?" She seemed to be a little nervous and was trying to find something to talk about.
"Nope." Garon shook his head. "Just perform as usual." He was telling the truth. Although compared to the original Nonosiva, his battle instincts were indeed much stronger. However, in comparison, the Moonfang's abilities were also greatly weakened.
To him, the ranking in the qualifiers was the valuable prize money and the qualification to join the elite students. This qualification should be the real step to enter the core of the academy. Once he entered, he would be able to come into contact with the true upper echelons of the academy.
After all, if he could not join the upper echelons, he would not be able to obtain higher level training methods. In order to prepare for a rainy day, the highest level of training methods that could be bought with money on the market was only level three. Level four training methods needed to be verified. Only soldiers had the right to buy them. This meant that this world had an absolute monopoly on middle and upper level secret methods.
"If I can get into the top three, then the tuition fee reduction will be a great help to Mia. Also, I'll have a chance to repay the surgery fees that Instructor Hamm paid for me." Garon understood. "In addition, if I can get into the top three and become an elite student, I'll be able to receive support from the upper echelons of the academy and be accepted as a disciple by the inner academy's Professor Mei. My status will immediately be different and my family environment will also be greatly improved. It's said that the families of the elite students will be properly arranged and they will enjoy great benefits every year. In the future, I'll at least be a field officer in the army. According to the Blackboard Academy's arrangements, even if the elite dies in battle in the future, their families will be treated well and will continue to be treated well. "
As long as one lived in the Blackboard Region, no matter who it was, this was a precious resource that they would definitely want.
However, the Blackboard Academy had very strict control over this. They followed the survival of the fittest and even had a death rate system for the elite students. At the same time, there were absolutely no loopholes in this aspect and it could be said that they were merciless.
Garon had also roughly investigated the family background of the student that he had injured in the past few days. They had used money to bribe the C Academy's head instructor and a few other instructors to reject the application for surgery fees during the regular meeting. As for the head instructor, he was actually a retired elite student.
Boom!
Suddenly, a violent vibration caused Garon to come back to his senses.
On the big screen, the two Mechs had already been decided. The black Mech raised the long gun in its hand and saluted in all directions.
On the other side, the white Mech was paralyzed on the ground with smoke coming out of its body. The pilot was pulled out from the inside and was taken away by the ambulance on the stage. It looked like his injuries were not clear.
A clear close-up appeared on the big screen, specially magnifying the injuries of the injured.
Both of his legs were fractured and there was a hole in his lower abdomen. A small portion of his intestines had even spilled out. His head was full of blood and he was unconscious. No one knew if he was dead or alive. It was a frightening sight. If it was not handled properly, his life would be in danger.
Some of the foreign students who came to watch the battle exclaimed softly. It was obvious that they had a new understanding of the cruelty of the Blackboard Academy.
Garon knew very well that the Blackboard Academy had organized this competition. Even the outer academy students had a casualty quota. After a competition, hundreds and thousands of elites would die and be severely injured. The academy's motto was that only when one's life was in danger could one be forced to unleash their greatest strength.
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