Two days flashed by. Early that morning, Li Ye arrived at school and boarded the bus that had long been prepared, heading for Wuyu Middle School.
"Wuyu..."
On the bus, Deng Hao sighed. "I've heard for ages that they only admit people who Break Through Dragon Gate back in middle school. They're insanely strong—the number one middle school in Ningjiang City, the dream of countless students. And this time, we're going to their home turf."
"Don't be like that."
Beside him, Jia Dong said, "We haven't even arrived yet, and you're already hyping up the enemy. Where does that leave Brother Ye? Keep your spirits up—don't lose face!"
Deng Hao clicked his tongue, suddenly seized by the urge to curse someone's mother and send them back to their hometown.
There were three main competitors, but the entire Martial Arts Class had come along. They were there to watch the matches and cheer them on. At the very least, they couldn't lose in terms of momentum.
"Brother Li."
Yang Jie, seated behind Li Ye, leaned forward. Somewhat apologetically, he said, "Sorry. I might drag everyone down in this District Martial Arts Competition."
If Xiang Feipeng had recovered and returned, they would have had three martial artists following breakthrough routes. No matter how strong Hua Zihang was, he could only win one match, while their Fu Chuxue could win another. That would have made it even.
If Xiang Feipeng were here, he could have replaced Yang Jie, their weak link, greatly reducing their chances of losing. Xiang Feipeng was taking the Divine Movement Gate—if he couldn't win, couldn't he at least force a draw? At the very least, they could have tied for first place.
Over the past two days, Yang Jie had actually been suffering quite a bit. He always felt