The Elite Class had already been in session for over two months.
The class originally had three Tier 2 Transcendents, each from one of the three major systems.
But now, the student who originally represented the Martial Artists in the class, Yang Meng, had also given up the path of martial arts and turned into a Mechanical Transformer.
As a result, the long sigh of the martial artist student just now was met with the silence of all the martial artists.
However, Lu Sheng didn't care about the sighs and exclamations of his classmates.
In Lu Sheng's view, this world was inherently one where the strong preyed on the weak. Martial artists were relatively weak, so naturally, their status was somewhat low.
As everyone remained silent, a tall figure slowly appeared in the Elite Class and immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Lu Sheng also looked over.
Mu Bing!
Mu Bing, the top person in the Cultivator System, walked into the Elite Class classroom with a cold expression.
Mu Bing's gaze did not linger on anyone; she just went to her seat and sat down calmly.
Neither the Martial Artist Camp nor the Mechanical Transformer Camp mattered to her.
Lu Sheng glanced at Mu Bing but didn't care either.
Mu Bing's arrogance came from her talent and strength. In Lu Sheng's view, Mu Bing might be somewhat arrogant and emotionally unintelligent, but that was no big deal.
After all, her talent and strength were right there. But Yang Meng...was really a bit of a dog.
Gao Feng had supported him so much, often giving him special coaching sessions, and how did Yang Meng repay him?
With a light-hearted apology, Yang Meng erased all of Gao Feng's efforts.
A person like that...if he could, Lu Sheng would want to beat him up too.
"Mu Bing!"
At that moment, a voice sounded in the classroom.
It was Yang Meng from the Mechanical Transformer Camp, slowly standing up, his gaze fixed directly on Mu Bing.
"I will still challenge you during the midterm exam. By then...I may not lose to you!"
Yang Meng looked at Mu Bing, a strong fighting spirit emerging from him.
While practicing martial arts, Yang Meng was no match for Mu Bing. But after modifying himself with mechanical prosthetics, Yang Meng could clearly see a significant improvement in his combat power compared to before.
In Yang Meng's view, as a now Mechanical Transformer, he was certain he could defeat Mu Bing and avenge his previous humiliation.
The Yang Meng who was previously looked down upon by both Mechanical Transformers and Cultivators would eventually shine with his own unique brilliance!
However, in the face of Yang Meng's challenge, Mu Bing merely sat calmly in her seat, arms crossed, glancing at Yang Meng with a faint disdain.
"Ignorant."
"Compared to those crude martial artists, I despise you even more for abandoning your own advantages and joining another camp."
"Do you really think becoming a Mechanical Transformer makes you my match?"
Mu Bing sneered but did not speak further. The hint of contempt on her face made Yang Meng's cheeks flush instantly.
"You!"
Rage burned on Yang Meng's face, but seeing the ice-cold Mu Bing who didn't care about him at all, Yang Meng had nowhere to vent his anger.
In the end, he could only pound the desk heavily, smashing through it, and let out an impotent roar.
Probably due to the turmoil caused by Yang Meng's return, the next classes for the Elite Class martial artist students were somewhat distracted.
The instructor today was Gao Feng.
Gao Feng was aware of the situation and, without teaching for long, just gave a brief lecture before dismissing the class.
Lu Sheng first trained with Gao Feng for two hours, then hurried to Li Mo's repair workshop.
Today, as soon as Lu Sheng arrived at the workshop, he sensed that the atmosphere was unusual, as if something were about to happen.
Inside the workshop, only Li Mo lay on the chair. Normally, there would be several apprentices around, but today, only Li Mo was there.
"Grandpa, what's going on? Why are you the only one in the workshop?"
Noticing the odd atmosphere, Lu Sheng asked with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Li Mo slowly lifted his head from the chair, and Lu Sheng saw a hint of sorrow on Li Mo's face.
Lu Sheng's heart gradually filled with unease.
Just then, Li Mo began to speak, his voice hoarse today.
"Tang Shun is dead!"
Lu Sheng's pupils slightly contracted.
Although Lu Sheng had only met Tang Shun once, he had left quite an impression.
"He didn't make it through his last match and was ultimately killed by his opponent in the ring."
Li Mo's emotionless voice slowly sounded.
"I had told him long ago, never to try the underground arena lightly. It was really dangerous, and he just didn't listen...he just didn't listen..."
"Becoming a Transcendent...sometimes isn't as comfortable as being an ordinary person."
"Once you become a Transcendent, many things aren't up to you..."
Li Mo lay on the chair, staring blankly at the workshop ceiling.
Who knew whether he regretted Tang Shun's death or his own life?
At that moment, Lu Sheng noticed a feeling of shared fate on Li Mo's face.
Unease filled Lu Sheng's heart and he couldn't help but ask.
"Grandpa, has something happened to you? If something's wrong, let me know, maybe I can help!"
Lu Sheng carefully watched Li Mo, feeling something was indeed off today.
Yet, facing Lu Sheng's inquiry, Li Mo just waved it off: "This isn't something you can help with."
Seeing Li Mo's reluctance to speak, Lu Sheng felt even more uneasy and puzzled.
With these feelings of confusion and unease, Lu Sheng was distracted during his part-time work today. But even more distracted than Lu Sheng was Li Mo.
After the time ended, Li Mo gave Lu Sheng his pay for the day and sent him off, then sat alone on the chair in a daze.
On the way home, Lu Sheng kept pondering over the issue. But with Li Mo keeping silent, he had no idea what had caused such a drastic change in Li Mo.
Until...
On his way home, Lu Sheng saw a breaking news report playing on a large screen by the street.
"The frontline battlefield is dire, requiring a large number of technical talents."
"Tianqi Star will soon send 300,000 technical Transcendents to the front line to contribute to the Federation's efforts!"