Had Yue Zhengyu croaked? This was the thought of a few members of Grade Two Class One. After all, although that guy was a little narcissistic and annoying, he was otherwise decent enough.
Fortunately, after Shen Yi, acting as the referee, examined him and confirmed that Yue Zhengyu had merely fallen unconscious, the Grade Two students turned their attention back to Yuanen Yehui.
In the end, the Holy Spirit Douluo stepped in, sweeping out two beams of white light that enveloped and healed them both. Only then did the match come to an end.
"I now announce that First Grade Class One has won this Selection Tournament."
"Oh!!!!"
The students of First Grade Class One began celebrating. Though they had only come to watch, that did not stop them from cheering in delight.
Meanwhile, Yuanen Yehui had only just stepped down from the stage when, before she could say anything, she was surrounded by the students of Grade Two Class One.
"Yuanen, you already did well enough in this match. After all, no one expected a junior schoolmate who had only been cultivating at the academy for a little over a month to have already started forging Battle Armor.
"You only lost this time because you didn't have Battle Armor. Once I've designed your Battle Armor components, we'll win back our honor."
Before Yuanen Yehui could speak, Bai Hanying, Grade Two Class One's Design Committee Member, spoke up. Bai Hanying had always believed Yuanen was a boy, so she had harbored a certain fondness for him.
"Yeah, yeah. Class Monitor, this isn't your fault. The other side was just too strong. I heard that this year's New Student Class One is said to be the strongest class in decades."
"That's right. Four Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, plus Battle Armor components—losing isn't