Consecutive Victories (Part 1)

"First match of the new school year's Class Promotion Tournament: Grade One Class Four versus Class Five, begin!"

At Long Hengxu's shout, the four Grade One Class Four students released their Soul Rings almost simultaneously.

Four white Soul Rings rose beneath their feet. Jialong, standing at the front, suddenly took a step forward. His body swelled slightly as he let out a low growl. His originally brown eyes turned yellow, and his arms visibly thickened. Then he strode forward and charged.

Lin Zunyuan muttered something under his breath, and a long Magic Staff appeared in his hand. The Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed, and a red beam shot from the tip of his staff, landing on Jialong.

A trace of blood-red appeared in Jialong's yellow eyes. His body swelled a little further as he charged toward Tang Wulin with an imposing aura.

On the other side, Mosi flashed and hid behind Jialong.

Jiateng Ying showed no outward change, but his palms suddenly grew a full size larger as he charged at the four of them.

Their swift, coordinated movements made it clear that they had trained together for a long time. They were nothing like the casually assembled group their homeroom teacher, Kong Hanwen, had described.

Jialong was a Power Attack System Battle Spirit Master, and his martial soul was likely wolf-type. Mosi was an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master, though it was still impossible to tell what his martial soul was. Lin Zunyuan, meanwhile, was a Support System Battle Spirit Master, and his first Soul Skill was a strengthening type.

Jiateng Ying was also a Power Attack System Battle Spirit Master, and his martial soul was an extremely rare Body Martial Soul. Even Wu Changkong had been surprised when he saw Jiateng Ying's martial soul.

Two power attackers, one agility attacker, and one support enhancer—this was an excellent combination of Soul Masters.

In contrast, Nan Fusheng and the others from Class Five did not release their Soul Rings immediately. Other than Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin and the other two charged toward their opponents almost at the same time.

With a flash, Xie Xie had already closed in on Jialong, who was charging at the front. However, he did not attack Jialong. Instead, he sidestepped around him and pounced directly at Lin Zunyuan behind him.

"Mosi!" Jialong shouted.

Mosi, who had been hiding behind him, immediately gave chase after Xie Xie.

If an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master got close to a Support System Battle Spirit Master, the support fighter would be taken out in an instant.

As for the other two, Jialong and Jiateng Ying were confident they could stop them and counterattack.

First Soul Skill: Hand of Jiateng Ying.

When Jiateng Ying's martial soul had first awakened, it had only been his fingers.

But afterward, he fused with a bird-type Soul Spirit called the Giant Palm Eagle, causing a slight mutation in his martial soul.

It began developing in the direction of a palm. He had named his first Soul Skill Hand of Jiateng Ying precisely to give himself a goal to strive toward.

After using his Soul Skill, Jiateng Ying's palm swelled another size. Just as he was about to grab Gu Yue with one hand,

Jiateng Ying was certain that this strike would turn the girl into a sobbing mess. Unfortunately, his confidence did not last long.

A mass of Light Element suddenly appeared before him and exploded. Caught off guard, Jiateng Ying was blinded by the flash, unable to open his eyes as tears streamed down his face. Then he felt a chill run through his body and lost consciousness.

To the spectators, a human-shaped ice pop gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight. While Jiateng Ying had been unable to open his eyes from the Light Element, Gu Yue had directly frozen him solid.

Meanwhile, although Jialong's body had expanded considerably under the enhancement of his martial soul, he was still far shorter than Tang Wulin. As the distance between them closed, Jialong secretly found it strange. Why hadn't this guy even released his martial soul?

Just then, he saw Tang Wulin's fist.

As a Power Attack System Battle Spirit Master, Jialong had great confidence in his own strength. He suddenly reached out with his right hand, trying to grab Tang Wulin's fist.

A figure drifted lightly past behind Tang Wulin. Jialong only felt his footing slip, and he nearly fell. The clawed hand he had reached out with immediately veered off course. Tang Wulin's fist, meanwhile, slammed directly into his chest.

Bang! Jialong was sent flying seven or eight meters by Tang Wulin's punch.

A blue Vine only arrived belatedly at that moment. But in the next instant, it vanished.

Because the battle on the other side had already ended as well.

After Xie Xie went around Jialong, his footwork instantly accelerated. Although Mosi was also an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master, he was clearly not in the same league when it came to speed.

When Xie Xie tapped Lin Zunyuan on the head with his Light Dragon Dagger, Long Hengxu declared Lin Zunyuan eliminated.

Then Xie Xie spun around and arrived in front of Mosi.

Mosi's martial soul was a Short Sword, somewhat similar to Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger, and his Soul Power was only level thirteen. There was no suspense in this battle.

Their weapons only clashed once before Xie Xie moved behind Mosi, placing the Light Dragon Dagger directly against his neck.

Only then did all three competing students from Grade One Class Five release their martial souls.

White, yellow, yellow!

One ten-year Soul Ring, two hundred-year Soul Rings!

Kong Hanwen stared blankly at the scene. From beginning to end, had the match even lasted ten seconds? And one person on the other side had not even made a move!

He desperately wanted to ask Long Hengxu on the platform whether he was really facing Grade One Class Five, rather than First Grade Class One.

Xie Xie curled his lips and returned to Tang Wulin's side with an unsatisfied look, high-fiving him in celebration.

Only then did cheers suddenly erupt from Grade One Class Five's side. Oh, no, they were now Grade One Class Four.

"Grade One Class Five wins. Until the Class Promotion Tournament ends, you will temporarily remain Class Five. The classes will be rearranged after the tournament concludes. Tomorrow, you will continue by challenging Grade One Class Three."

This was not even a one-sided crushing victory, because there had been no crushing process at all. Everything had been so easy and casual. Tang Wulin had barely used the power of his martial soul, while Nan Fusheng had not even gotten a chance to act before they had already defeated their opponents.

Wu Changkong did not even glance at Kong Hanwen, the Class Four homeroom teacher in the distance. He raised his head coldly. "School's out."

Xie Xie stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Wulin. "I suddenly feel like the Class Promotion Tournament days are so wonderful. At least we finally don't have to undergo special training at night."

To preserve their stamina and condition, they did not need to undergo special training during the competition period. That was why Xie Xie made such a remark.

"How about we go out and have some fun?" Xie Xie asked Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng in a low voice.

Tang Wulin shook his head. "Let's not. The cafeteria is about to serve food."

Xie Xie was speechless. "All you know is eating."

Tang Wulin snapped, "I'll be hungry if I don't eat!"

"Fine, come with me. I'll treat you to a meal, okay? I'm practically suffocating from being stuck in the academy these past few days."

Eastsea Academy's management was not particularly strict. Eastsea City was prosperous, and its public security was excellent.

"Fine." The moment he heard that Xie Xie was treating him to a meal, Tang Wulin immediately agreed.

"I'm not going. I still need to cultivate," Nan Fusheng suddenly said.

"Hey, come on, bro. Aren't you working too hard? You finally have some time to rest, and you still want to cultivate?"

Xie Xie looked at Nan Fusheng in shock. Do you really have to be this competitive? Doesn't that just make me, someone who wants to slack off, look completely useless?

"The day's work begins in the morning, and there are some things I have to do. You, Wulin, and Gu Yue should go have fun together."

Nan Fusheng shook his head. He glanced at Gu Yue, who was walking toward them, and spoke to Xie Xie.

"Hah, why invite her? This is an exchange between us guys."

"You seem to be discussing something interesting. Can you include me?" Gu Yue had somehow already arrived beside them. Though she sounded as if she were asking, her tone left no room for refusal.

Nan Fusheng ignored their antics. His Dream Master Potion was nearly fully digested now, and he had to finish digesting it before the Skysea Alliance Grand Competition. This was his chance to advance into a Half-Human Half-God.