Promotion Tournament

Looking back on Meng Li's battles, he had either launched sneak attacks or fought without honor. None of his victories had been glorious, yet they had no choice but to admit that Meng Li had defeated every one of them.

Tang Wulin, who had already witnessed Meng Li's shamelessness, was not surprised in the slightest.

Wu Changkong nodded approvingly at Meng Li. This child is not only strong, but also so clever. At the very least, he will become a powerhouse in his own right someday. No one will be able to stop him.

"You're all too weak. You can't even defeat someone who isn't using a martial soul. Starting tomorrow, formal training begins. Don't worry, I'll make you strong." Wu Changkong gave the students below another thorough scolding.

As for Meng Li, he had escaped disaster. His performance today had earned Wu Changkong's approval.

"Meng Li, Tang Wulin, wake Xie Xie up, then come to my office!"

With his hands behind his back, Wu Changkong walked away.

Tang Wulin looked completely at a loss. He truly had no idea how to wake someone who had fainted.

Meng Li found a basin of water nearby and, without hesitation, dumped it over Xie Xie.

"Help!" Xie Xie, dreaming that he was about to drown, abruptly opened his eyes.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Meng Li smiled.

"You! Despicable! Shameless! You have no martial honor! I refuse to be associated with you!" Xie Xie pointed at Meng Li and silently moved a meter away from him.

Tang Wulin leaned close to Xie Xie and whispered, "Didn't I tell you? You'd better have less contact with this guy, or even your underwear might disappear."

But Xie Xie, a proud son of heaven, refused to accept it and glared at Meng Li.

"If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square!"

"Even if I have the guts, I won't fight you. Teacher Wu said that once you're awake, the three of us should go see him." Ignoring Xie Xie's fury, Meng Li smiled and headed toward Wu Changkong's office.

"Th-this fellow townsman of yours is way too shameless, isn't he?" Xie Xie kept babbling about Meng Li's faults.

Office.

Once Wu Changkong saw them enter, he gave Tang Wulin and Xie Xie another harsh scolding.

It was as though Wu Changkong existed solely to scold people. He showed obvious favoritism only toward Meng Li.

"Teacher, what about him? Aren't you going to scold him?" Seeing that Wu Changkong had finished scolding Tang Wulin and him with nothing more to say, Xie Xie reminded him.

"What should I scold him for? He performed well today. When will you defeat him without using your martial soul?" Wu Changkong said coldly.

Xie Xie froze. An evil image flashed through his mind: himself clad in battle armor, holding a long-range weapon as he defeated Meng Li.

"All right, the scolding is over. Let's get to business. For the next period of time, I'll be giving you special training. You will represent our class in issuing a Class Challenge Tournament to the other classes, also known as the Promotion Tournament!"

Wu Changkong adjusted his wording before continuing.

"What is a Class Challenge Tournament?" Tang Wulin asked.

"A Class Challenge Tournament is initiated by the last-ranked class and accepted by the class ahead of it. The winning class advances to Class Four, while the losing class becomes Class Five, and so on. The rewards for participants are also quite generous."

"You mean the three of us will participate?" Xie Xie repeated, shooting Meng Li a sidelong glance.

"Yes, the three of you. Any objections?" Wu Changkong asked in a deep voice.

"You may leave." Wu Changkong waved his hand.

Xie Xie pulled Tang Wulin aside and began whispering to him again.

Tang Wulin nodded rather awkwardly. Still, since listening meant he got free meals, he was more than willing.

Meng Li smiled helplessly. It was not that he did not want to use his martial soul. Rather, if he did, those two would not even be able to withstand a single move. To avoid crushing their enthusiasm, he could only do things this way.

Just as he was about to head back to the dormitory, a teacher stopped him and told him someone was looking for him outside.

Meng Li was wondering who it could be when he saw the receptionist from yesterday holding an exquisite rectangular case.

"Hello, miss. You were looking for me?" Could she be here to deliver the sword? Didn't she say it would take a week?

"Your blade is finished. Take a look."

"So soon?" Tang Wulin was rather surprised.

"Five people worked through the night to make this sword for you."

The receptionist smiled.

"Please inspect it!"

The rectangular case opened, revealing a handsome-looking long blade before Meng Li's eyes.

Meng Li took Ghost Cutter in hand and drew it from its sheath. A treasured blade gleaming with cold light appeared before him.

"The blade was forged from top-grade meteorite iron. It has both strength and flexibility, while its weight has been kept at seven jin. The handle was carved by a master craftsman, and the final emerald fire tempering was flawless!" the receptionist introduced.

"Not bad." Meng Li examined it in his hand. Something forged for 1.5 million was indeed impressive.

"Can I test its strength?" Meng Li smiled.

"This is Tungsten Steel!"

The young woman took Ghost Cutter and gave it a light slash. The Tungsten Steel was immediately split cleanly in two.

"A fine blade." Meng Li took Ghost Cutter back and fastened it at his waist. He felt that he looked more handsome than Tang Wulin, that pretty boy.

"I'll take this blade." Meng Li took out his Federation card. "By the way, how much did it cost altogether? Is 1.5 million enough?"

"Enough, enough." The young woman nodded repeatedly. After costs, she and her senior brother could still earn four hundred thousand.

"I'll give you another two hundred thousand."

"That wouldn't be right."

Though she said that, her body was far more honest. She had already prepared the card reader. Even she felt they had earned too little on this order. After all, it had been made by a master craftsman, but her senior brother had insisted, so there was nothing she could do.

After taking the receptionist to the cafeteria for a meal, Meng Li returned to the dormitory with Ghost Cutter at his waist.

"You may be a bit immoral, but you've got decent taste. Sell me that blade?" When Xie Xie saw Meng Li return to the dormitory with such a cool-looking blade at his waist, his face was full of envy.

"Sure. Two million!" Meng Li said.

"Why don't you just rob me? I've figured it out. You and that Tang Wulin came from the same place, and you're exactly alike. All you think about is tricking me out of my money." Xie Xie looked at the allowance he had nearly spent for the month.

"I'm not tricking you. This blade cost 1.7 million. I've got receipts!" Meng Li said as he pulled out two receipts, one from today and one from yesterday.

Xie Xie took them and looked them over, then stared at Ghost Cutter in Meng Li's hand in disbelief.

"This blade cost 1.7 million?"

"That's right. See? I told you I wasn't lying. If I sell it to you, I'd only be making a brokerage fee."

Good grief, your brokerage fee is three hundred thousand. Xie Xie returned to his bed. He realized that, compared to Meng Li, he counted as poor. After lying down for a while, Xie Xie got back up. Not buying it did not mean he could not look at it.

"Can I borrow your 1.7 million blade for a look?"

"No. Didn't you say I was shameless?"

"Brother Meng, I was wrong."

"Let me have a look, bro."

"Call me bro one more time!"

"Bro!!"

"All right."

"Thanks, bro."

Xie Xie immediately took Ghost Cutter from Meng Li and played with it for a while.

"Why is this blade so expensive? It can't just be because it looks good, right?" Holding Ghost Cutter in his hand, Xie Xie liked it more and more the longer he looked.

"Of course it's powerful. For example, this Tungsten Steel in my hand." Meng Li took out the remaining half of the Tungsten Steel.