Worldwide Class Change: Minimal Effort, Maximum Reward!

The arena buzzed with excitement as the first match of the knockout stage prepared to begin. Thousands of students leaned forward in their seats, their attention locked onto the battlefield below. Among the sixteen remaining competitors, this particular fight had already drawn enormous interest.

Two names.

Two talents.

Su Qinghan.

Chen Feng.

A B-Rank Frostblade against an S-Rank Stormblade.

Many students whispered predictions while others argued loudly over the possible outcome.

"Su Qinghan is strong."

"But Chen Feng is S-Rank."

"Still, Frostblade classes are terrifying in close combat."

"This will be a good fight."

On the battlefield below, the two competitors walked toward the center of the arena from opposite directions.

Su Qinghan’s expression was as calm and cold as ever. Her long dark hair swayed lightly with each step as she gripped the hilt of her sword. The faint chill surrounding her body was already noticeable, a clear sign of the frost energy circulating through her Frostblade class.

Across from her stood Chen Feng.

He looked relaxed.

Almost too relaxed.

The young swordsman rested his hand casually on the hilt of his weapon while scanning the arena with an easygoing expression. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the tension radiating from many other competitors.

The instructor stood between them and raised his arm.

"Competitors."

"Prepare yourselves."

Su Qinghan exhaled slowly.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she focused on Chen Feng.

Inside her mind, her thoughts moved quickly and sharply.

An S-Rank Stormblade.

She had watched his previous matches carefully, studying his speed, his explosive attack power, his ability to combine lightning-fast movement with devastating sword strikes. If she fought him directly, she would lose. That much was obvious. But Su Qinghan did not rely on brute force alone.

Frostblade techniques excelled at control.

Slow the opponent.

Freeze their movements.

Create an opening.

The moment the battle begins, I’ll activate Frost Edge and freeze the ground beneath his feet. Stormblade users rely heavily on mobility. If his movement slows even slightly... Her fingers tightened on her sword. Then I’ll strike. A single decisive attack.

She lifted her gaze toward Chen Feng again. But what she saw made her frown slightly. He wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes had drifted toward the spectator stands, toward a particular seat.

Lin Yi.

Chen Feng smiled faintly as their gazes met across the arena, and Lin Yi sat watching from among the competitors. The smile widened slightly before Chen Feng turned his attention back to the arena. Su Qinghan noticed the exchange. ***Is he distracted? Or is he that confident?***

"Begin!"

Su Qinghan moved the instant the word left the instructor’s mouth. Cold frost energy burst outward from her body as she launched forward, her sword flashing from its sheath in a clean arc and releasing a wave of freezing power that spread across the ground beneath Chen Feng’s feet.

"Frost Edge!"

A layer of ice formed instantly across the arena floor, the air temperature dropping sharply. Even the smallest hesitation from an opponent could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

But Chen Feng didn’t hesitate. He simply looked at her calmly, then moved. That word didn’t quite describe what happened. To most spectators, his body simply blurred. A flash of lightning streaked across the battlefield.

CRACK!

The sound echoed like thunder. The next moment, Su Qinghan’s vision spun violently. An overwhelming force struck her body before she could finish her first attack, her feet leaving the ground, the world flipping upside down.

BOOM!

Her body slammed into the arena floor with enough force to create a visible crater on impact. Dust exploded into the air, as the entire stadium fell silent. For a moment, no one understood what had happened. The instructor blinked. Then the dust settled. Su Qinghan lay at the center of the crater, unconscious, her sword several meters from her hand. Chen Feng stood calmly a short distance away, his weapon already sheathed.

The entire fight had lasted less than a second!

A stunned silence spread across the arena, and then the instructor’s voice rang out.

"Winner... Chen Feng!"

The crowd exploded.

"What just happened?!"

"That was insane!"

"I didn’t even see him move!"

"That’s the power of an S-Rank!"

On the competitor platform, Lin Yi watched quietly. His expression remained calm, but inside his mind a single thought surfaced.

Level twenty-three.

That strike alone had revealed it, the raw speed and attack power of a Level 23 S-Rank, far beyond what most students in the academy could handle.

Lin Yi leaned back slightly.

Interesting.

Chen Feng returned to the competitor area with a relaxed expression as if he had merely finished a warm-up. Several students stared at him with open awe while others looked visibly uneasy. An S-Rank class truly lived up to its reputation. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The instructor quickly regained control. "Next match! Tang Yue!"

The name sent a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Tang Yue stood from her seat gracefully and walked toward the battlefield with a calm, composed expression. Lin Yi’s eyes followed her, and his gaze turned colder. The memory of Wang Hao lying injured on the arena floor flashed briefly through his mind.

Tang Yue stepped into the center of the battlefield and her opponent approached nervously from the other side.

The instructor raised his arm. "Begin!"

The match didn’t last long. Tang Yue decided to use a spear, moving like a silver streak, her technique precise and ruthless, overwhelming her opponent within seconds.

CLANG!

A single decisive strike knocked the student’s weapon from his hand. The spear tip stopped inches from his throat.

"Winner... Tang Yue!"

The crowd applauded. Tang Yue returned to the competitor seats without celebrating, and as she passed, her eyes briefly crossed Lin Yi’s. A silent tension lingered between them for a moment before she looked away.

"Next match!" The instructor glanced at the list. "Lin Yi!"

The arena reacted instantly. Many students leaned forward with excitement. The mysterious Laborer Class. The student who had defeated Liu Ling in 0.81 seconds. The one surrounded by rumors of terrifying strength. Lin Yi slowly stood up. Beside him, Wang Hao clenched his fists. "Brother Lin," he whispered, "show them."

Lin Yi didn’t respond. He simply walked toward the arena floor. The instructor continued the announcement.

"Opponent... B-Rank Vanguard class, Zhao Wei!"

A tall, muscular student stepped forward confidently, the crowd murmuring at the matchup. B-Rank Vanguard, a heavy combat class specializing in defense and brute strength. Zhao Wei cracked his knuckles as he stepped into the arena and locked his gaze onto Lin Yi.

"So you’re the one everyone’s talking about."

Lin Yi stood across from him calmly, as the instructor raised his arm.

"Competitors."

"Prepare."