Class Promotion Tournament

"The road ahead is long."

Lin Xuan sheathed his sword and sneezed. Soul Power surged within him, dispelling the chill from his body.

This newly created Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill currently had only two moves.

The first move unleashed nine strands of sword qi. He had created this strike by combining his own Soul Power and Spiritual Power, and he could control the sword qi as he pleased.

The sword qi itself was not particularly powerful. Its true strength lay in its resemblance to wild grass—impossible to burn away completely or cut down entirely. As long as Lin Xuan's will remained unbroken, the sword qi would not dissipate and could continuously reform.

The second move fused the nine strands of sword qi together, unleashing an incomparably sharp sword radiance at the enemy. It was a powerful single-target attack.

It looked rather shabby for now, but every beginning was difficult. He had already taken the first step; he would leave the rest to the system.

"Achoo~"

"This Soul Power really is useless. What kind of cultivator catches a cold?"

Lin Xuan sneezed, rubbed his nose, and grumbled. Then he turned and headed back toward the dormitory, his figure gradually vanishing into the curtain of rain.

A few days later, the typhoon had passed. Boys and girls once again appeared throughout the campus, and Eastsea Academy became lively again.

"Lu Jiajia! Hurry up! They're about to start!"

A slightly plump girl urged the ponytailed young girl lagging behind her.

"I know, I know! Isn't it just a match?"

Lu Jiajia pouted. What was the big deal? Anyone who did not know better would think it was a heavyweight event like Godzilla vs Angela.

"What do you know? Today is my idol's battle to prove himself! His heroic bearing with those twin blades in hand is bound to conquer everyone. Ahhh! He's so handsome!"

Thinking of that cold-faced boy, the slightly plump girl was practically trembling with excitement.

Watching Class Five fight its way from a class full of trash all the way to Class One was enough to make anyone's blood boil.

"Fine, let's go! Look how anxious you are. Does Xie Xie even know you?"

Speechless, Lu Jiajia ran after her friend. By the time the two reached the venue, it was already packed with people.

This was a highly anticipated match. On one side was the publicly acknowledged trash Class Five; on the other was Class One, hailed by the teachers as the strongest class of geniuses the academy had seen in a century.

The weakest Class Five VS the strongest Class One!

Would Class Five complete its underdog rise, or would Class One defend the honor of geniuses? The match had drawn immense anticipation, and quite a few upperclassmen had come to watch as well.

"Students, please quiet down."

Director Long Hengxu stepped onto the Competition Platform and addressed the crowd below. Only after the venue had quieted did he continue.

"Due to the typhoon, the Grade 1 Class Promotion Tournament was delayed. Today's match is the Grade 1 final, with Class Five Grade 1 facing Class 1 Grade 1."

Long Hengxu's expression was somewhat complicated as he said this. There were already voices above questioning how he had divided the classes when Class Five was on the verge of overturning all of Grade 1.

He could only hope that Class One would defeat Class Five and save his job.

"Teacher Wu, how many members will your Class Five send today?"

Long Hengxu asked Wu Changkong, a hint of respect in his eyes.

This man was a Six-Ring Soul Emperor. The elegance of that sword strike a few days ago had completely erased all of Long Hengxu's former dissatisfaction with Wu Changkong.

"We will send three."

Wu Changkong replied expressionlessly. He had originally thought that only two would compete, but Tang Wulin, who had taken leave, had unexpectedly returned early today.

"Class One will also send three."

Long Hengxu said to Ye Yingluo, Class One's homeroom teacher. As the stronger side on paper, Class One could only field the same number of contestants as Class Five.

"Mm."

Ye Yingluo nodded and slowly spoke as she looked at the Class One students behind her.

"Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, the three of you will compete! Teach them a harsh lesson and show the spirit of our Class One."

"Do you have confidence?!"

Ye Yingluo shouted. This battle concerned not only this year's bonus, but also her chance to prove herself against Wu Changkong.

"Yes! We will cut them down!"

Zhang Yangzi and the other two stepped forward and roared in unison.

"Good! Go on, then."

Ye Yingluo nodded in satisfaction. It was just a pity Lin Xuan was not here; otherwise, they would have had an even better chance.

The strongest student in her class had always been this Plant-type Soul Master!

"Wait, Teacher. Can I compete?"

Just as Zhang Yangzi and the other two were preparing to go onstage, a resolute voice rang out.

Following the voice, Ye Yingluo saw the crowd at the back parting to make way. A cheerful boy in a white T-shirt walked over.

"Lin Xuan! You're back."

A smile blossomed on Ye Yingluo's face. This made it certain!

However, the students below who did not know the full story began urging Lin Xuan to consider the bigger picture.

"Lin Xuan, it's better to let the three of them go."

"Yeah! You haven't been attending classes for a long time, and you haven't coordinated with them either. If we lose the Class Promotion Tournament, our benefits will be much worse."

The class rankings were not merely titles. The lower the class number, the greater the resources and benefits provided by the academy.

Lin Xuan ignored his classmates' advice and instead fixed his gaze on Ye Yingluo.

He believed Ye Yingluo would make the right choice.

"Xiaofeng, come down. Let Lin Xuan take your place."

Ye Yingluo said.

Based on Lin Xuan's performance when he had asked her for leave several months ago, he was undoubtedly an Agility System Soul Master. His role overlapped with Wei Xiaofeng's among the three.

"They're really switching him out?"

Upon hearing Ye Yingluo's words, the Class One students whispered among themselves, finding it hard to believe.

Wei Xiaofeng, Zhang Yangzi, and Wang Jinxi had grown up together. Their three-man combination had perfect chemistry. Even if Lin Xuan was stronger than Wei Xiaofeng, he might not necessarily be the better choice.

But what surprised everyone even more was Wei Xiaofeng's reaction.

"Fine! Then I won't go up there and make a fool of myself. Lin Xuan, remember to give that guy waving around two fruit knives an extra hard beating for me."

Wei Xiaofeng shrugged and stepped down without a care. He even gave Lin Xuan a little assignment with a smile.

He had been annoyed with that cold-faced brat for a long time. After showing off in front of them a few days ago, did Wei Xiaofeng think he could just run away? No way.

As for being replaced, Wei Xiaofeng did not care. Lin Xuan really was far stronger than him.

"No problem! I'll make sure to take good care of him."

Lin Xuan nodded. They were roommates and had lived together for nearly half a year. The conflict everyone had imagined would not happen.

"Class One's contestants, please take the stage!"

Long Hengxu's voice rang out again, urging them on.

"Let's go up."

After speaking to Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, Lin Xuan was the first to step onto the platform.

"Hey! Why did you replace that Snake Spirit? Who's going to make up for the missing sense of satisfaction from beating him down?"

Xie Xie casually spun the twin blades in his hands, his tone deeply dissatisfied.

Wei Xiaofeng had shown off in front of them a few days ago and wanted to run off afterward? How could it be that easy?

"Aunt Flo came for him. Please excuse him."

Lin Xuan casually made up an excuse. Wei Xiaofeng's face darkened slightly beneath the platform when he heard it. Aunt Flo, my ass.

Xie Xie: ...

"I don't care about that. What he owes me, you can repay for him."

Xie Xie said arrogantly, his nostrils practically pointed at the sky. Wasn't he just a Two-Ring Great Soul Master? He was one too now. With Twin Martial Souls, he was confident he would not lose to anyone of the same rank.

"I'll be waiting anytime."

Lin Xuan smiled faintly. This brat really was asking for a beating!

Tang Wulin looked at Xie Xie, who was running his mouth beside him, and a black line flashed across his forehead. This guy really loved talking big; sooner or later, he would get a vicious beating.

He looked solemnly at Lin Xuan, his fighting spirit blazing. He was no longer the Tang Wulin he had once been. Most importantly, his cheat had finally come online.

This feeling was simply invigorating!