Turning the Tables

"Alas!"

Class Teacher Wu Hai watched the only remaining student from his class seemingly about to lose and could not help sighing.

Meng Hui had been eliminated early on, while Yuan Hong and Wan Chuan had also been eliminated one after another a minute ago. Now, Lin Xiao had held out the longest, but the difference in strength was simply too great. There was no way he could turn things around.

However, when he thought of how, among all ten classes in the grade, only Yan Renjie and Wan Ying had passed this round while every other class had been wiped out, he felt much better. No one else had done particularly well either.

In the fourth minute, the Naga's skills finally came off cooldown. The Naga Leader, hiding in the far bottom-right corner of the plane, raised his spear and let out a long howl. The scattered squads of Naga around the plane's edges and the dispersed Murlocs all stopped at once. Anger flashed in their eyes as they raised their weapons and turned to charge the Half-elves in the center of the plane.

The Half-elf Archers paid them no mind, continuing to calmly shoot down the charging Murlocs and Naga.

The Blackscale Naga's scales were completely unable to withstand the Half-elves' arrows. Any hit would wound them, and a hit to a vital point meant death. In this short time, fewer than half of the Naga remained alive, while the Murlocs numbered fewer than four hundred in total.

But Wu Hai did not think highly of these mere six hundred or so Naga and Murlocs. He felt that it was already too late to fight back.

Just then, a streak of golden light flew over from afar. He instinctively turned around and went forward with a smile to greet it.

Inside the Demiplane, around seventy or eighty Naga and over one hundred forty Gray Mist Fishmen charged at the Half-elves in what looked, to any normal person, like a suicidal attack. A volley of arrows rained down, dropping seven Naga and pinning more than thirty Murlocs to the ground, where they twitched helplessly.

The Half-elves elegantly drew arrows from behind their backs and were just about to nock them when the charging Murlocs abruptly raised their heads in unison. Their mouths split into grins, revealing rows of stark white teeth. Their bodies flickered, trailing faint afterimages as they slammed into the Half-elves at terrifying speed.

The Half-elf Warriors guarding the front had grown numb and careless after their long slaughter. They were greatly startled and hurriedly raised their shields, only to have their vision darken as black shadows smashed fiercely into them. Severe pain erupted in their chests, and the tremendous force sent them staggering backward uncontrollably. Many fell straight to the ground.

The sudden change caught the Half-elves behind them slightly off guard. They quickly nocked arrows and instinctively aimed at the Murlocs that had knocked over their companions, firing in unison with a series of swishes.

How could the weakened Murlocs resist after their burst of power? Every last one was shot dead.

But before the Half-elf Warriors could climb back up, the pursuing Naga decisively activated Salted Fish Thrust. Even larger black shadows sent the Half-elf Warriors who had just risen flying four or five meters away.

The other Half-elf Warriors and the Half-elf Archers behind them were greatly shocked, scrambling to draw and nock arrows.

However, by then, the Naga and Murlocs scattered outside had already arrived. Black shadows of varying sizes shot toward the Half-elves like arrows loosed from bows. One Half-elf after another was knocked to the ground, struggling in agony.

The Half-elves were stronger fighters than Berserk Demons, but their vitality was far inferior. The magic on their leather armor was meant to defend against ranged arrows and offered no additional protection against melee physical attacks. One burst was enough to kill them on the spot.

The Naga and Murlocs that arrived one after another stunned the Half-elves with their explosive attacks. In particular, the Naga and Murlocs had scattered earlier, and the Half-elves had occupied the center of the plane to better wipe them out. Now, that had become their death sentence. Attacks came from all directions, leaving them unable to tell where to defend. Their morale had long since collapsed.

Though they were summoned creatures, they were still living, intelligent beings. They too could be high-spirited or terrified.

Outside the Demiplane, Class Teacher Wu Hai exchanged a few words with another Class Teacher before turning back, ready to comfort his student. But the moment his gaze fell upon the Demiplane, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He rubbed his eyes hard, then quickly flew above the Demiplane. Watching fewer than thirty Half-elves being hunted down by the Naga inside, he muttered in disbelief:

"How is this possible? What happened?"

He swiftly pointed with a finger, and a water mirror appeared, displaying the scene from just now. The image rapidly rewound, soon returning to the scene from a minute earlier.

Half a minute later, he suddenly slapped his thigh hard.

"Good!"

While he was watching, the last fewer than thirty Half-elves were finally killed by the Naga.

Lin Xiao had passed the sixth wave!

At this point, only around one hundred twenty or thirty Blackscale Naga remained in the plane, while the Murlocs had been reduced to single digits. They definitely would not be able to pass the next round.

He looked outside the Demiplane and asked, "Teacher, what rank am I now?"

The Class Teacher did not appear, but his voice came through.

"Third."

"Thank you!"

He understood. A figure shrouded in golden divine light slowly appeared. With a wave of his hand, countless specks of blue starlight scattered down from the sky. Essence of Sea Water began to nourish their wounded bodies, while a majestic voice rang in the minds of every surviving Naga and Murloc. "I have witnessed your strength and courage. My glory shines more brilliantly because of you. In the name of the Lord of the Sea, the Naga and Fishmen God, I bestow glory upon you!"

He extended a golden finger once more and pointed downward. Looking at the more than two million Faith Points in his interface, he silently said, Upgrade!

A full 1.31 million units of Faith Points were consumed, transforming into dazzling golden light that surged from his body. It split into one hundred twenty-eight pillars of golden mist that descended from the sky, precisely falling upon and entering every surviving believer.

The next second, all injuries on the surviving Kinfolk vanished, while their auras rose at a visible rate.

"Student Lin Xiao of Class Three of First Year High School, you have violated the examination rules. According to regulations, you may not continue with the following trials. Your final result will be based on your current score. If you have any objections, please file an appeal with the school after the examination concludes. Thank you for your cooperation."

The sudden notification was within his expectations. Smiling, he closed the interface and allowed an immense force from an unknown source to eject him from the Demiplane.

With the Kinfolk he had left, he definitely could not pass the next round. He would probably be wiped out instantly.

He had already reached the top three. There was no need to think about first or second place, and there was no point in continuing. He might as well make good use of what remained and improve his Kinfolk's faith.

In Lin Xiao's understanding, this was the best time to increase his Kinfolk's faith.

Although they were projections, the true Naga and Murlocs inside the Divine Domain knew everything that happened during the projection.

Having survived brutal battles to the very end and then received praise and rewards from the Deity they believed in—the impact on the spirits of these already devout believers was unimaginable.

By spending ten times the Faith Points normally required for advancement, he forcibly raised every surviving Kinfolk by one level. All Blackscale Naga advanced into Level 2 Naga Warriors, while all the Murlocs advanced twice in succession, becoming Level 2 Murloc Warriors.