Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 165: Challenging Class 5 (Part 1)

Chapter 165: Challenging Class 5 (Part 1)

Instructor Waldo was particularly pleased, witnessing the rising strength of class 9.

He now had confidence that if class 9 competed against class 7 again, they wouldn’t lose.

With this thought in mind, Instructor Waldo’s idea grew stronger - perhaps they should give it a try and, at the same time, assess everyone’s efforts during this period.

After Amalia finished her class, he brought up the matter to everyone, and immediately receiving unanimous agreement.

"Great idea, Teacher! I’ve been itching for this," someone exclaimed.

"Yeah, last time when we against class 7 it wasn’t satisfying enough," another added.

"I remember we had an opportunity to request a match; this could be the perfect chance," said Mighel Zepeda.

During the previous match against class 7, although they were inspired by Amalia and managed to give them a small counterattack, most of their success also come with injuries.

It was not a true victory - most of them actually lost the match.

After a lively discussion, everyone’s expectant gaze fell upon Amalia.

Amalia had now become their backbone.

"Not challenging class 7," Amalia contemplated, "the current class 7 isn’t intimidating enough. If we want to test our skills, let’s challenge a tougher opponent, like class 5."

A slight gasp resonated among the group.

Everyone exchanged glances, they were surprised that Amalia aimed higher than class 6; she didn’t even consider class 6 worthy?

"Isn’t class 5 too early?" Instructor Waldo couldn’t help but question.

Amalia replied, "With motivation, we’ll keep striving."

Instructor Waldo wasn’t new to this; he immediately understood Amalia’s intention. "Then it’s class 5."

"I’ll go into seclusion for a few days; you guys go for training," Amalia decided.

Class 1’s Sebastian Caceres wasn’t even a match for her, let alone class 5.

No one insisted.

Dealing with class 5 didn’t require Amalia’s direct involvement; there’s no need for a sledgehammer to crack a nut!

And so, the decision was made.

The next day, Instructor Waldo submitted the application.

The person handling the request thought they’d made a mistake and confirmed multiple times with Instructor Waldo until realizing there was no error - class 9 indeed wanted to challenge class 5 - and he reluctantly approved it.

The incident involving Amalia and Classes 1 and 2 had gained some attention among well-informed instructors.

However, it was just one person, not the entire class, and the authorities didn’t understand where they got the confidence to challenge class 5.

Nonetheless, having the courage to face challenges head-on was a commendable quality.

As long as it wasn’t too radical, they wouldn’t suppress such aspirations; they’d support them.

"Once the seal is stamped, there’s no turning back."

Instructor Waldo nodded.

Upon knowing the schedule, Amalia went into seclusion and shared the news with some acquaintances before shutting down her communication device.

Class 5 soon received the news that class 9’s intention to challenge them, and as expected, they dismissed it with disdain.

They could concede to Amalia’s strength individually, but what was up with class 9?

Did they believe if they had a genius among them, it would suddenly making the entire class formidable? This was unheard of.

From class 5’s perspective, class 9 was overestimating themselves, and leading to mutual disdain between the two classes before the exchange match even began.

Some had even designated opponents due to certain altercations, and aiming to defeat their counterparts on that day.

Amalia secluded herself in the Training Room.

Despite its expensive cost, after tasting the success that day, it proved more efficient than gradual training outside.

Thus, after the life-and-death battle, she plunged straight in.

The senior ranking competitio commenced vigorously.

The early rounds were elimination matches, not particularly exciting for higher grades, but for lower grades, it was a rare chance to witness senior-level contests, and offering ample opportunities to learn from practical experiences.

The tickets were sold out within minutes of release each day, with scalpers unable to sell even at exorbitant prices of up to a hundred thousand per ticket.

Five days passed in this manner, and finally, the elimination rounds concluded.

Out of over a thousand registered students, only the top two hundred made it to the finals.

From these two hundred, fifty people would secure a spot.

In the Yoder family study,

"Regarding Nicholas Sabate, how long will he continue to delaying giving us an answer? I’ve urged him repeatedly; this can’t be delayed any further," Walter Yoder, with a stern face and shrewd, cunning eyes, showed a hint of impatience.

The man who standing before him in a suit was equally wore a serious expression, "I’ve pushed him multiple times. Nicholas Sabate keeps evading, citing that the quantity we propose is too much for him to decide independently. He’s requested a few more days, claiming he needs to discuss it with higher authorities."

"A few more days?" Walter Yoder snorted, "He’s made me wait for quite a few ’few more days’ already. What about the military department? Aren’t they afraid the Yoder family will refuse to sell them the artifacts?"

"It’s odd, the strange part is they seem to have lost urgency. They claim Nicholas Sabate is in charge of procuring the artifacts and ask us to approach him. It seems like they’re trying to pass the responsibility," speculated the man in the suit.

Suddenly, a furrow formed on Walter Yoder’s brow, "It’s not good. It look like they have other plans, and attempting to delay us, preventing us from intervening in time. You immediately investigate who Nicholas Sabate has been in contact with recently."

"No need to investigate; I already know." At that moment, Walter Yoder’s father walked in, his salt-and-pepper hair, steady gait, and sharp-edged features is more formidable than Walter Yoder’s.

"Father, why are you here?" Walter Yoder asked hurriedly.

"This time, Nicholas Sabate has made up his mind not to collaborate with the Yoder family. He has found several other artifact refi ing factories and purchased a batch of artifacts from them," Mr. Yoder was decisive, commanding respect without anger.