They had seen those sandbags before, but few students would use them. Those useless things were placed in the warehouse collecting dust.

Even so, these students still had a certain degree of common sense. They knew that each of these sandbags would not weigh more than ten kilograms. Moreover, there were at least four sandbags on each teenager, and most of them had seven sandbags! Moreover, even though their previous movements were not agile, they did not look too restrained.

Evidently, they had adapted to the weight.

All 47 students were accustomed to such a heavy load. How surprising was that?

Looking at the whole Deathfire Academy, few students could still walk normally under such a load.

At that moment, the students who had been mocking Zhanye and the others for their lack of progress shut their mouths in unison.

If it were them, not to mention a month, even if it were a year, they would never get used to such a load.

If they knew that most of the sandbags in Zhanye’s group were mixed with iron sand, with the lowest total weight being 100 kilograms and the highest total weight being 150 kilograms, what would they think?

In the spectator area, Luoqiu’s expression was somewhat off. He narrowed his eyes at the group of students he had abandoned, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes. Compared to the students, he was more aware of the difficulty of carrying weights for an undead. Not to mention the undead teenagers who had yet to reach adulthood, even an adult purebred undead could never adapt to these weights in a short time.

However, he did not notice anything unusual about them.

Thinking of this, Luoqiu could not help but look at Shen Yanxiao. Shen Yanxiao completely ignored Luoqiu’s surprise. She just looked calmly at the martial arts arena and her group of naughty brats.

Removing the load, Zhanye and others immediately regained their peak state. Their originally heavy and slow steps became light and agile, and their speed of returning to the central position from the edge was astonishing.

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A crack appeared on Naken’s face.

“As an undead, you have to train your physical strength. Enough of this.” Naken put on an arrogant face and looked at Zhanye with contempt.

Zhanye stared at him coldly.

At that moment, the bell finally rang. The match that had been brewing for a month had finally begun.

Nearly a hundred figures acted almost at the same time.

The students, headed by Naken, quickly condensed death energy in their hands, ready to give the other side a hard blow.

However, the speed of Zhanye and others had surpassed that of Naken’s group. While Naken and others were still gathering death energy, Zhanye had already led his other companions to the enemy’s side.

Without using any death energy or any fancy tricks, the forty-seven teenagers found their targets in the first instant and were ready to attack at any time.

All of a sudden, the students on Naken’s side panicked. They reacted in a very short time, giving up their high-explosive attacks and using minor death energy attacks to force back their opponents.

However, they did not manage to hit any of their opponents.

Zhanye and others were like agile rabbits, flashing quickly and accurately in the martial arts arena, avoiding all the attacks!

Their near-perfect evasive movements immediately caused gasps of surprise in the arena!