Chapter 240
“Stop!”
When Zhuang Fan was going to launch another attack, Mo Sir had come back with Dean Yi Yuechuan and the Dean of Students, Shi Wengong.
“What are you fighting for?”
The two had stopped by then, but there were still traces of the knife radiance and the palm energy left in the air.
“Mo Sir, this guy is too arrogant. I attacked him because he went too far.”
Zhuang Fan was the one who had attacked first, so he hurried to explain for himself.
“Dean, Dean of Students, as I said, this short-term disciple is very arrogant. He holds no respect for his teachers or seniors. If we keep him here, I’m afraid he will cause us trouble,” Mo Sir said coldly.
As they talked, Jiang Chen and Zhuang Fan followed Shi Wengong to the Hero Platform.
There was a Hero Platform in each courtyard. No matter which one was open, the other three courtyards would be able to watch the live transmission.
When Jiang Chen saw the Hero Platform, he saw it was the same as the rings used in the competition for the Sacred Institute.
Or to put it another way, those rings had been built according to the Hero Platform.
What was special about the Hero Platform was that each of its flagstones had been reinforced by a peculiar method so that it was very solid. Damage done to the rings during the fight between Jiang Chen and the Third Prince wouldn’t happen here.
Zhuang Fan walked onto the Hero Platform eagerly. At the same time, there was a wonderful connection between the Hero Platform and his token.
Some words appeared on the column beside the Hero Platform. It read, “Zhuang Fan, No.151 of the Earth Grade of the West Courtyard.”
Princess Crimson Moon and the others didn’t understand what this rank meant, so they asked the guy beside them again.
“He’s number 151!”
After an exclamation, he started to explain, “The Sacred Institute holds tests frequently. The rank is decided by their general performance. In the twelve classes of the Earth Grade, there are 700 or 800 disciples in total, but only the first 300 have ranks.
“In the fights at the other three courtyards, the disciples of the Sacred Institute that the short-term disciples confronted were ranked between 200th and 300th.”
Zhuang Fan was a class leader. It was normal his rank was higher. Jiang Chen shouldn’t have offended him.
Jiang Chen walked onto the Hero Platform, too. Below Zhuang Fan’s introduction, there appeared two words: Short-term Disciple.
The disciples of the Sacred Institute that had followed them there found it funny. Some of them burst into laughter. They were discussing with each other in low voices.