Chapter 643: Special Class [Edited)
The fight for ranking within the academy wasn’t complicated.
A student could challenge anyone ranked above them. If they lost, they would keep their current position but wouldn’t be allowed to challenge that same person again for a month. If they won, however, they would claim the higher rank—while the defeated student would be unable to issue a challenge for the next two months.
This structure was intentional. It ensured that both victory and defeat carried weight. The winner couldn’t afford to grow complacent, knowing others would be aiming for their spot once their protection period ended, while the loser was given time to reflect, improve, and prepare for a proper comeback.
Without such a system, rankings would change daily, and the academy would descend into chaos. After all, ranks weren’t just about prestige.
As Michael made his way toward the Combat Hall, he quickly noticed he wasn’t the only one heading there.
At first, he thought it was just a few students which was normal—but as he continued walking, the crowd thickened. Students in academy robes filled the pathways, some chatting excitedly, others practically jogging in the same direction. The air buzzed with energy.
It might have been fine if it was limited to a small number, but this was far from that. Judging by the sea of faces, it seemed like almost every student from both the first and second years currently in session was on their way to the hall.
Michael frowned slightly. What’s going on? he thought. He had a faint feeling in his chest, but he wasn’t sure if he should take it seriously.
Beside him, Lira looked just as confused. Spotting a familiar face among the students, she stepped forward and called out, "Hey, Ren! What’s happening? Why is everyone headed to the Combat Hall?"
The young man she stopped turned at the sound of his name. When his eyes fell on Michael, he froze for half a second before forcing an awkward smile. "Ah... well, you see... word got out."
"Word?" Lira repeated, her brows furrowing.
He scratched the back of his head, clearly unsure how to explain. "Apparently, someone leaked that the two mysterious Top 1 and Top 2 students of Year One were going to fight. You know how it is—official rank matches might not be announced, but they’re never exactly hidden either. Everyone just... decided to come watch."