A Thousand-Year Soul Ring Stuns Wu Changkong

"Zhao Tao, Xie Xie, it's your turn!"

After watching match after match, Wu Changkong's brows gradually furrowed from their initial relaxation.

After all, the caliber of Class Five's students was even worse than he had imagined.

Aside from Tang Wulin, whose strength was extraordinary, who had left a fairly good impression on Wu Changkong,

the other students were no different from rotten fish and shrimp in Wu Changkong's eyes.

However, as he looked at Zhao Tao and Xie Xie, who had yet to take the stage, Wu Changkong's eyes lit up again!

There were still some promising talents in the Class Five he taught!

"Zhao Tao, we didn't get the chance to spar last time. This time, I want to see just how strong you really are!"

As he looked at Zhao Tao in the distance, Xie Xie's eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

Clearly, he still resented Zhao Tao for getting him assigned to Class Five.

"Then come at me."

Hearing Xie Xie's words, Zhao Tao smiled faintly.

"Begin!"

At Wu Changkong's command, Xie Xie flicked his wrist. The Light Dragon Dagger appeared in his hand, and the Yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed!

The next instant, sharp golden light gleamed from Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger. His figure turned into a bolt of lightning as he stabbed straight for Zhao Tao's chest!

"Too slow!"

Watching Xie Xie attack him, Zhao Tao smiled faintly and likewise activated his Martial Soul and Soul Power!

At Zhao Tao's thought, a flash of Silver Light streaked past, and the Spring Autumn Cicada Martial Soul manifested in his left palm.

At the same time, a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring suddenly appeared and flashed behind Zhao Tao.

At this sight, the other students on the training ground stared at Zhao Tao in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.

Even Wu Changkong abandoned his usual calm, aloof demeanor. He stared fixedly at Zhao Tao, his mouth slightly agape as stormy waves surged through his heart!

With this child here, his plan to lead First Grade Class Five to a comeback was secure!

Only Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi remained composed.

After all, one of them had been Zhao Tao's classmate for three years, while the other had already seen Zhao Tao's Soul Ring.

Time Burial Sword!

Amid everyone's astonished stares, the purple Soul Ring behind Zhao Tao suddenly flashed!

The next moment, accompanied by a silver bolt of lightning, an ancient longsword glowing with magnificent radiance manifested in Zhao Tao's hand.

Mysterious inscriptions covered the sword's surface, and it radiated a strange power that seemed capable of warping time and space.

As the Time Burial Sword fell into his hand, Zhao Tao lightly turned his wrist, pointing its blade forward and effortlessly blocking Xie Xie's thrust.

Then, the Time Burial Sword in Zhao Tao's hand seemed to shift from solid to intangible, instantly passing through Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger!

It flashed past at a speed Xie Xie could not react to at all, leaving a faint bloody mark across his neck!

"You lost."

Slowly sheathing his sword, Zhao Tao looked at Xie Xie, who was gasping for breath and still immersed in the threat of death, then spoke calmly.

"Good. Very good!"

Watching this nearly one-sided battle, Wu Changkong finally nodded in satisfaction, his eyes brimming with praise!

It could be said that both Zhao Tao's Soul Skill and his performance in battle had greatly satisfied Wu Changkong—so much so that he was even shocked!

Searching his heart, Wu Changkong had to admit that at the same age and cultivation, he definitely would not have been Zhao Tao's match!

With a student like this, let alone sweeping through East Sea Academy Intermediate Division, even joining Shrek Academy in the future would be no difficult feat!

At this thought, a faint smile appeared on Wu Changkong's normally expressionless, eternally frozen face as he looked at Zhao Tao.

"As for you, Xie Xie, there's no need to belittle yourself or be too discouraged."

"Though you aren't Zhao Tao's opponent, you're still quite good among your peers."

After praising Zhao Tao properly, Wu Changkong turned to Xie Xie and offered a rare word of comfort.

After all, the future Class Promotion Tournament required at least two participants.

And Xie Xie was the teammate Wu Changkong had prepared for Zhao Tao.

Naturally, he did not want Xie Xie to have his fighting spirit shattered by Zhao Tao and never recover.

"I understand, Teacher Wu."

Hearing Wu Changkong's words, Xie Xie nodded, though his eyes still shone with defiance. "Zhao Tao, you won this time, but I'll definitely be back!"

"I'll be waiting anytime. If I can defeat you in an instant this time, then even if you come back a thousand times, ten thousand times, you still won't be my opponent!"

Hearing that, Zhao Tao smiled faintly and replied with lofty confidence.

"Now, the second round of matches begins!"

After giving everyone half an hour to rest, Wu Changkong organized the second round of matches.

After four rounds of competition, including byes, only three students remained from the original twenty.

They were Zhao Tao, who had received a bye in the previous round, Tang Wulin, and a female student named Han Lan.

"Tang Wulin, you will fight Han Lan first. The winner will challenge Zhao Tao!"

Looking at the remaining three, Wu Changkong calmly announced the order of the next challenge.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Upon hearing Wu Changkong's words, Tang Wulin and Han Lan took their places on opposite sides of the arena.

Then, at Wu Changkong's command, Han Lan activated her Earth Element Martial Soul and began fighting Tang Wulin.

As the Soul Ring behind Han Lan flashed, stone pillars rose around Tang Wulin, trapping him within them.

If it had been any other student, even Xie Xie, being restrained by such a sturdy Stone Prison would likely have made it difficult to break free.

Han Lan had relied on this very Soul Skill to win repeatedly in the previous matches and advance to the final round.

Unfortunately, the opponent she faced this time was Tang Wulin, who possessed the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

Facing stone pillars thicker than his thighs all around him, Tang Wulin did not panic. Instead, he silently took out a Forging Hammer from his Storage Soul Tool, swung it fiercely, and smashed it into the pillars.

With a thunderous boom, Tang Wulin stepped out from the billowing dust, then easily ended the match.

"Not bad. Tang Wulin wins. Rest for half an hour, then you and Zhao Tao will fight the final match!"

Looking at Tang Wulin holding the Forging Hammer, Wu Changkong nodded, a trace of surprise appearing in his eyes.

He had not expected Tang Wulin, whose Martial Soul was the most inconspicuous Blue Silver Grass, to become a dark horse as well.

Such great strength was already no less than that of a Battle Soul Master. Could it be that his Martial Soul had mutated, or that he possessed an unawakened second Martial Soul or bloodline?

At this moment, Tang Wulin had also caught Wu Changkong's attention.

After all, although the Class Promotion Tournament only required at least two participants, many larger Soul Master competitions required teams of at least three Soul Masters.

Perhaps Tang Wulin could become the final member of this trio.

At this thought, Wu Changkong also included Tang Wulin in his special training plan.

"Alright, now the final round begins!"

Before long, thirty minutes passed.

Tang Wulin had also recovered to his peak condition.

At that moment, Wu Changkong spoke again, instructing Zhao Tao and Tang Wulin to begin their final battle.