Class Promotion Tournament!

In the blink of an eye, several months passed like flowing water.

During this period of Special Training, Fang Yang, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie had developed considerable teamwork.

Among them, Fang Yang's strength was unfathomable, with Gu Yue close behind, displaying terrifying control over Multiple Elements.

Tang Wulin was also growing rapidly thanks to his God-tier Martial Soul, the Sea God Blue Silver Emperor.

By comparison, Xie Xie's position was somewhat awkward.

Although he possessed the Twin Martial Souls, the Light Dragon Dagger and Black Dragon Dagger, beneath the dazzling radiance of the other three, he seemed like a roadside stray...

"Teacher Wu, who will Class Four send to face us in the Class Promotion Tournament? Do we have any information on their competitors?" Xie Xie eagerly asked Wu Changkong.

At the training ground, Wu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his blue hair drifting gently.

His tone was icy as frost. "If you need information to defeat a mere Class Four, are you worthy of being my students?"

His gaze swept over the four of them. "You have only one task: crush them! Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Fang Yang and the others responded in unison, their voices echoing across the training ground.

Wu Changkong nodded slightly and continued, "The Class Promotion Tournament is about to begin. There will be one match each day until every match has concluded. I have one goal for you: fight your way up to fourth grade."

"No problem!" Fang Yang answered first, and the other three nodded in agreement.

A faint smile flashed through Wu Changkong's eyes. He was still extremely satisfied with these four students.

The exceptionally talented Fang Yang and Gu Yue, Tang Wulin with the Blue Silver Emperor, and Xie Xie with his Twin Martial Souls.

The Class Promotion Tournament, as Eastsea Academy's annual grand event, held an extremely high status throughout the academy. Whether the Advanced Department or the Intermediate Department, every grade was required to participate.

This competition concerned not only class honor, but also the students' futures.

Students who performed outstandingly in the Class Promotion Tournament would have their results recorded in detail in their files, serving as an important basis for recommendations when they advanced to higher institutions in the future.

The material rewards were equally generous. The victorious class could not only raise its ranking, but its homeroom teacher would also receive recognition from the academy.

After so many years of development, the Class Promotion Tournament had become a symbol of honor at Eastsea Academy. Being defeated by a lower-ranked class was the greatest humiliation, while defeating a higher-ranked class was the highest glory.

The reason the Class Promotion Tournament was held three months after the start of the term was to give each class sufficient time to select students and arrange their tactics.

The academy had deliberately scheduled the competition for three months after the term began in order to give every class ample preparation time, including choosing participants and formulating strategies.

On the day of the competition, the weather was pleasant, and the blue sky was cloudless for miles.

At the center of the Intermediate Department's sports field, a competition platform had already been set up. Calling it a platform was somewhat inaccurate; it was actually a circular area a hundred meters in diameter paved with metal plates ten centimeters thick.

It occupied a large portion of the sports field. Specialized Soul Guide Shield generators surrounded the competition platform to prevent accidents during the matches.

To avoid disrupting regular classes, the competition was scheduled after school.

When the dismissal bell rang, students streamed out of the teaching building like a tide, but very few actually headed for the competition platform to watch.

"First-year freshmen, Class Five against Class Four? What's there to see in a match between bottom-ranked classes?"

Most students from the higher grades looked down on it and turned away.

However, amidst the crowd, Xu Xiaoyu gazed toward the arena, lost in thought, and murmured, "If I remember correctly... that person is in Class Five."

"Senior, are you going to watch the freshmen's match?"

Ouyang Zixin's beautiful eyes lit up as she approached with a radiant smile. "Why not go together?"

Xu Xiaoyu nodded slightly, and the two of them headed toward the arena.

Meanwhile, several first-year classes had already arrived in full.

Class Three in particular, which would be competing tomorrow, had claimed the best viewing spots early on. Clearly, they were quite interested in this battle.

Under Wu Changkong's lead, the Class Five students entered the sports field in neat formation.

Three months of Special Training had completely transformed this formerly "poor class."

Although their talent was nothing special, Wu Changkong's strict training had greatly improved their physical fitness, and even their Soul Power had risen significantly.

By comparison, the students of First Grade Class Four arrived late in twos and threes.

Their faces were filled with contempt. Clearly, they did not take this match seriously at all.

Class Four's homeroom teacher, Kong Hanwen, waddled toward Wu Changkong with his round belly thrust forward, his face piled with a fake smile. "Teacher Wu, your teaching is truly exceptional! Just look how orderly your team is.

"Our Class Four kids have always been rather undisciplined. In today's Class Promotion Tournament, please Hold Back. We might not necessarily be able to beat Class Three, but you really must help us keep Class Four safe."

Wu Changkong did not even spare him a glance, treating him as though he were air.

First Grade Class Four's homeroom teacher, Kong Hanwen, immediately darkened, a trace of anger flashing through his eyes as he said sarcastically, "It seems Teacher Wu is extremely confident! Then let's settle it on the competition platform!"

With that, he gave a cold snort and turned to leave.

Fang Yang and the others noticed that Teacher Wu's lips moved slightly, as if he had said something rather impolite...

"Teacher Wu is really devious..."

Xie Xie could not help but snicker.

Hearing this, Wu Changkong shot him a cold glance. Xie Xie immediately shrank his neck and did not dare make another sound.

At that moment, Director Long Hengxu stepped onto the competition platform. "The first-year Class Promotion Tournament officially begins. Class Five will challenge Class Four. Teacher Wu, please confirm the number of participants."

In truth, Long Hengxu was quite interested in this match, especially in seeing what kind of students Wu Changkong had trained over the past three months.

Wu Changkong nodded faintly, his voice cold. "Three students from our class will compete."

Long Hengxu turned toward Kong Hanwen of Class Four. "Class Five will have three participants. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to decide your lineup."

Kong Hanwen dropped his earlier fake smile and waved arrogantly. "Anyone will do against Class Five. Jialong, Lin Zunyuan, Moss, you three go. Remember, you represent Class Four's honor!"

He deliberately raised his voice, his tone full of disdain. "Remember, you represent Class Four's honor!"

"Xie Xie, rest for now."

Wu Changkong suddenly spoke. "Fang Yang, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, you three will take the first match."

"Yes, Teacher Wu." Xie Xie promptly replied.

Under countless watching eyes, the competitors from both sides successively stepped onto the competition platform.

The three sent out by Class Four each had distinctive traits: Jialong was short and stocky like an iron tower, his body covered in knotted muscles; Lin Zunyuan was thin and gaunt, with sinister eyes; Moss was of average build, seemingly ordinary but concealing a sharp edge.

Once the three had taken their positions, Jialong suddenly raised his thick arm and gave Class Five a thumbs-up, then viciously turned it downward, baring his teeth in a provocative grin.

"Class Five's trash, if you can't handle it, get off the platform. Don't waste our time!"

On Class Five's side, Fang Yang remained calm as he slowly walked onto the competition platform.

He said flatly, "A bunch of clowns."

Gu Yue and Tang Wulin stood half a step behind him, one to his left and the other to his right.

This formation clearly conveyed one message: Fang Yang would be the core of this battle.

"Both sides, prepare!"

Referee Long Hengxu raised his right hand high as the two sides took their positions fifty meters apart.

His voice rang exceptionally clearly through the quiet arena. "The first match of the new school year's Class Promotion Tournament begins now!"

As Long Hengxu's words fell, the previously noisy spectator stands instantly fell silent.

Everyone held their breath and stared fixedly at the competition platform.

This highly anticipated showdown was finally about to begin.