Finishing The Hierarchy Test

In a dimly lit room, a group of ten sat around on a circular sofa, legs crossed and smirks on their lips as they all looked at the various holographics floating before their eyes, situated at the center of the room and clear for all to see.

They all shared a common aspect—red shirts and dark trousers. Most wore spectacles, dressed like instructors of an academy, and indeed, they were none other than some of the instructors from the Ascension Academy.

"It seems this generation of family geniuses isn't that bad themselves. Hahaha." A chubby man, seemingly in his early forties, called out with a boisterous laugh as the instructors looked at the holographics.

Even though about 80 to 100 fights were currently ongoing, each instructor could easily process everything with ease, watching all 100 at the same time.