The Class Advancement Tournament Arrives

"When you need Mecha Parts forged, just look at their quality and you'll know how skilled I am!"

Long Yuan, who possessed the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, was extremely confident in his forging abilities.

As long as he was willing, he could definitely go very far on the path of forging.

He had originally wanted to take out his Third-Level Forging Master badge to show Xie Xie, but after thinking it over, he decided against it.

Believe it or not, then!

If Xie Xie really brought him Mecha Parts to forge, and doubted his skills when the time came, he could simply take out his Third-Level Forging Master badge and show him.

The next morning was the weekend. After breakfast, Long Yuan and Tang Wulin went to Mang Tian Workshop together.

"Teacher!"

"Hello, Teacher!"

Both of them were thrilled when they saw Mang Tian.

They had never expected their teacher, Mang Tian, to come from Aolai City to Eastsea City.

Mang Tian also had a workshop in Eastsea City, and Long Yuan and Tang Wulin each had their own dedicated Forging Room there.

"Teacher, because of the special training, we didn't have time to forge, so..."

Long Yuan hurriedly explained to Mang Tian.

Tang Wulin had not undergone special training, and he had already completed and submitted the task he had accepted.

Only Long Yuan's remained unfinished.

"Mm, I understand. You can't neglect either Soul Power cultivation or forging. Come here every weekend from now on!"

As Mang Tian spoke, he gestured for the two to change clothes and prepare to learn forging.

"I'll familiarize you with the use of the Thousand-Tempered Silver Hammer. This afternoon, we'll finish the task Long Yuan accepted!"

After changing, the two followed Mang Tian into his personal Forging Room.

Mang Tian had not originally wanted to come to Eastsea City, but over the past few days, Mu Chen and Cen Yue had been constantly pestering him through the communicator.

On the surface, they said that if Long Yuan and Tang Wulin needed anything, they could seek their help without hesitation.

But in truth, both Cen Yue and Mu Chen wanted to poach his people.

They wanted to take Long Yuan and Tang Wulin as disciples.

Having finally found two such promising forging talents, Mang Tian naturally would not agree.

Worried that his outstanding disciples would be snatched away, Mang Tian hurried to Eastsea City after finishing his calls with Cen Yue and Mu Chen.

He planned to train the two into Grandmaster-Level Forging Masters, letting them fully display their abilities.

Once that happened, no one would ever be able to steal his two disciples away again.

After explaining a few things, Mang Tian led Long Yuan and Tang Wulin as they began forging.

That day, both of them immersed themselves in forging.

That afternoon, after Long Yuan spent some time completing the task he had accepted, Mang Tian took the two of them to the Forging Masters Association, where they submitted the finished product and received twenty thousand Federal Coins.

Then, they accepted another task.

"Alright, go back to school. I still have things to do. You must come to the Forging Room every week to study forging!

"Each of you must produce one Thousand-Tempered finished product every month. I'll leave materials in the Forging Room. The Thousand-Tempered products will count as payment for using my Forging Room!"

"Alright!"

After agreeing, the two bid Mang Tian farewell and returned to school.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed.

Over those two months, Long Yuan was either undergoing special training or forging at Mang Tian Workshop.

After two months of special training, the coordination between Long Yuan, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue had become exceptionally seamless.

The three also got along very well.

Especially Gu Yue and Long Yuan. There was an unusual familial pull between them, and their relationship now felt like that of family.

Among the three, Long Yuan had become the strongest due to his overwhelming advantage in strength.

Gu Yue came next, followed by Xie Xie.

In two months, Xie Xie's Soul Power had reached level nineteen.

Gu Yue's Soul Power had reached level seventeen.

Long Yuan's Soul Power had also reached level seventeen.

"I've said what needed to be said. For next week's tournament, you have only one mission: crush them. Understood?"

On the special training grounds, Wu Zhangkong stood before Long Yuan and the other two, his expression stern.

"Yes!"

The three answered in unison, their blood boiling with excitement.

"The Class Advancement Tournament will have one match each day until all matches are finished. I'm giving you a goal: defeat Fourth Grade Class One! Defeat Fourth Grade Class One, and you'll receive all the rewards. Otherwise, everything will be confiscated for class funds!"

Hearing Wu Zhangkong's words, all three of them looked rather grim.

Wasn't this far too harsh? They were at the bottom of the rankings. Defeating Fourth Grade Class One would not be easy.

The pressure instantly became overwhelming.

"What kind of expressions are those? You don't have the confidence to defeat Fourth Grade Class One? If that's the case, you can choose to withdraw!"

Seeing their expressions, Wu Zhangkong raised his head and said, "Trash. You haven't even fought yet, and you're already making faces like that!"

The moment he heard the word "trash," Long Yuan felt inexplicably irritated.

What the hell kind of teacher was this?

Had he never competed in a tournament before? At their age, anyone would probably be nervous before a match.

It would have been one thing if Wu Zhangkong hadn't encouraged them, but he kept calling them trash over and over. It was seriously aggravating.

"W-We have confidence!"

Xie Xie's face looked awful as he forced out those words.

At this point, Long Yuan and Gu Yue had no choice but to adjust their moods as well, putting on confident expressions.

"Good. Today's special training begins. Xie Xie and Gu Yue will form a team and face Long Yuan!"

After two months of special training, Wu Zhangkong believed the three of them had basically mastered their fundamental attack methods.

Long Yuan alone was an exception. He was still holding something back.

Even so, his combat strength was already the greatest among the three.

Over the two months of special training, Long Yuan had absorbed quite a bit more of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, further strengthening both his physique and his power.

Before long, the three began their sparring match.

For the days that followed, their daily special training was spent in constant real combat.

The Class Advancement Tournament was Eastsea Academy's annual grand event. Every grade in the entire academy had to participate.

Both the Senior Department and the Intermediate Department held Class Advancement Tournaments.

The weather was splendid that day, with clear skies stretching endlessly overhead.

A competition platform had already been set up at the center of the Intermediate Department Training Field.

It was a hundred meters in diameter, entirely paved with metal plates ten centimeters thick.

Special Soul Guide Shield generators surrounded the competition platform to prevent accidents during the matches.

Today was the first day of the tournament, and it would be held after school.

Not long after the dismissal bell rang, quite a few people had already taken their seats in the spectator stands.

The students of First Grade Class Five entered under Wu Zhangkong's lead.

First Grade Class Four was led by their homeroom teacher, Kong Hanwen.

As the competitors from both sides entered, both the two homeroom teachers and the students glared at one another, each declaring that they would defeat the other side.

Their desire to fight had never been stronger.

"Today marks the beginning of the Class Advancement Tournament. First Grade Class Five will challenge First Grade Class Four.

"Teacher Wu Zhangkong, has your class confirmed how many students will be competing?"

As the host and referee, Long Hengxu got straight to the point after taking the stage, confirming the number and identities of the competitors from both sides.

"Three students from our class will compete!"

Wu Zhangkong replied flatly, treating Long Hengxu with cold indifference. Clearly, the two did not have a good relationship.

Long Hengxu was already accustomed to this cold-faced teacher. Turning toward Class Four, he said, "Class Five will field three competitors. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to decide which students will compete!"

In the Class Advancement Tournament, since Class Five was the challenger, the number of competitors from the other classes would be adjusted according to Class Five's lineup.

"Against Class Five, it doesn't matter who Class Four sends out!"

Kong Hanwen said disdainfully, then actually raised his hand and casually pointed at three students.