Multi-Gene

As soon as class 12 exited the hallway, they were greeted by numerous amounts of crowds. Currently, the buzzing sounds of cheers and discussion reached burning height. They weren\'t simply some students, the place seem to contain the entire students of the institute.

Massive amount of energy flowed as the crowds were filled with an extreme amount of energy. It was completely unexpected for David as he wasn\'t aware it was a competition the whole school would participate in.

The students not only filled the thousands of seats on the spectator\'s place but were also crowded around the stadium outside the facility too, there was a large holographic image displayed for those who couldn\'t enter into the facility.

Regardless of which class or which year there were from, they all cheered and made sure to enjoy the liveliness with their classmates and other students.

They didn\'t care if they lost, they just screamed their long out in cheer and pure excitement especially the class one students. This was their first time in this sort of event which made them even more excited than the others.

At one particularly conspicuous spot, there was a very high stage where numerous people were sat. But right at the center of the place, an old man sat at the high seat, making him the highest amongst those who sat beside him.

From his looks alone, one couldn\'t determine his real age because of how young he actually looked. But from his white hair and beard and the deepness of his eyes, one didn\'t have to be a genius to figure out that he was Grand Professor! 

Seated beside him were six Senior Professors, on a much lower seat than the Grand Professor. From the four empty seats there, the other Senior professor seem to be unavailable to attend the competition.

The team followed instructor Aella to their part of the stage. Class 12 had been given a special space in the year one segment of the stadium which allowed them to seat peacefully and also observed their opponents carefully.

In the fighting stage located right at the center of the year one segment of the large stadium, two opponents were already having a go at it. Fighting each other with all of their strength, causing a huge tremor and a massive cheer from or boos from year one othe stage. A bright holographic image was high above the two of them, stating Class 3 and Class 7.

The fight seem pretty intense and from the looks of things, the class 7 black-haired boy seem to have the upper hand in the fight. 

According to the rules of the competition, one person from a particular squad would be chosen to fight with a randomly selected class but would only be allowed to fight once through out the end of the match. 

For example, one student from class 3 had been chosen to battle the other student from class 7. Each win would earn that particular class 1 points while each losses would reduce the class\'s points by 1.

From the large holographic rankings board above the stage, quite a few classes had already battled against each other and had earned their own shear of points. 

And now, it was the competition between class 3 and 7 before other classes would be allowed to battle. 

"Deciding to come late for this completion? I was beginning to think you were too scared to show up?" A beautiful young lady that was almost as beautiful as Instructor Aella but appears be in her late thirties walked down from the class one part of the stage and swayed her hips towards David and his teammates.

Instructor Aella expressionlessly turned towards her and replied. "What class 12 does doesn\'t really concern you Sheila. Moreover, you are still too weak to think about me being scared."

Shelia expression darkened slightly because she knew Aella was telling the truth. She and Aella had been competing for years with their students and had somehow grown to hate each other even more along the way. She then laughed. "Still as arrogant as ever Ella. With students as weak as yours, they are only looking to get crushed during the competition."

She then swept her gaze towards Divos, Normas and others before eventually stopping at David. A smirk seem to form on her face as she said. "I will give you just one chance to concede during the competition. Otherwise, if you meet any of my students, they won\'t go easy on you. Crippling you would only be the least worst things they would do to you."

She let out a giggle before she swayed her hips seductively and took her leave. The team saw her entering the Class 1 and they instantly drew in a deep shuddering breath. 

Class 1 was meant for those monstrously genius students of the institute. They had better resources, better teaching facilities and moreover, special treatments that made them stronger with time. 

The higher the classes were, the more resources they would receive. And David and his team were inky in class 12 out of 25 classes. Even someone with a strong will power could see that class 12 winning the competition could only be a pipe dream. 

This competition was meant for the entire class to rank up in their classes and class one was the highest amongst the other classes while class fifteen was categorised as the weakest class in year one 

David eyes twitched slightly. Although he had speculated about this information. But now, knowing about it wasn\'t any easier. 

The other four people also started to grow a bit nervous as that instructor left. The strength between Class 1 and 12 from the mention of classes alone was enough to discourage anyone. 

Instructor Aella seem to have sensed their anxious mind. She gave them a sidelong glance and comforted. "Don\'t be nervous, I was once a Class one instructor."

This information immediately calmed the minds of the team down.. Since the instructor had been a Class one instructor previously, she would have undoubtedly taught them the best of the best and could possibly even beat the current Class One students.