Xiang Ning’s thoughts echoed what the rest of the students thought, too. 

“You may come get the weapons you need now,” Lei Zhongyuan announced as ten gigantic trucks entered the field. 

Four soldiers stood before each truck as they retrieved weapons that coldly glinted in the light, calling the names of the students to collect their weapons. 

Very soon, Xiang Ning’s name was called. 

He looked at the class two iridium sword in his hand, which reflected a deadly white glint, and had to stop himself from kissing it. This blade was worth 1.2 million dollars and could kill tier two beasts. It was awesome. 

He had also ordered two class two throwing...