Senior Sister Has Arrived!

At Long Hengxu's command, the three students of First Grade Class Four instantly released their Soul Rings.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three white Soul Rings rose beneath their feet at the same time, their dazzling light blooming across the Arena.

Jialong, standing at the very front, suddenly strode forward. The muscles all over his body swelled, and his bones let out a series of crackling explosions.

His Brown Pupils abruptly turned Beast-like Yellow. His arms thickened by a full circle, and Veins bulged across them.

"Roar!"

A low Wolf Howl burst from his throat as his Martial Soul, Lone Wolf, possessed him!

At the same time, Lin Zunyuan waved the staff in his hand, and his First Soul Ring Lit Up.

First Soul Skill: Strength Amplification!

A beam of Red Light landed precisely on Jialong. His body swelled again, a Bloodthirsty Glint flashing through his eyes as he pounced fiercely at Fang Yang like a crazed Wolf King!

On the other side, Moss flickered and hid behind Jialong.

"Perfect tactical coordination!" A student from the Higher Grades could not help but praise them from the sidelines.

Ouyang Zixin's delicate brows furrowed slightly. "The Attack Type takes the lead, the Agility Type provides support, and there's Support Amplification as well... Class Five is in danger."

Xu Xiaoyu stared intently at Fang Yang. "Not necessarily."

"Senior, you think so highly of Class Five?" Ouyang Zixin turned to him in surprise.

Xu Xiaoyu slowly said, "There's someone among them who isn't simple..."

The class monitor of First Grade Class Three pushed up his glasses and analyzed the situation calmly.

"Jialong's Soul Power is at least level fifteen. With the support amplification, his combat strength is nearly level eighteen!"

"Class Five is going to lose this time. By academy convention, Class Five is always the class with the worst talent..." A student beside him shook his head.

Unfortunately, they had forgotten that Class Five was where students who had fought at the start of school were assigned.

On the Competition Platform, facing the surging offensive of First Grade Class Four, the three members of Class Five remained as steady as mountains.

Fang Yang stood with his arms folded, a Faint Smile hanging at the corner of his lips.

Gu Yue lightly tapped her chin with a fingertip, as though she were pondering something interesting.

Tang Wulin was distracted as well. In his mind appeared the figure of the Senior Sister he had happened to meet A Few Days Ago.

Although she did not know him at all, that fleeting glimpse had remained unforgettable to him for a long time.

He could not help thinking, Senior Sister... will she come watch the match?

"What are Class Five doing? Why haven't they released their Martial Souls yet?" Discussions erupted in the spectator stands. Everyone was Confused by Class Five's unusual behavior.

Even Jialong's charging steps faltered, alarm bells ringing in his heart. Could this be a trap?

But the arrow was already on the string; he had no choice but to fire it. He roared, "Stop playing tricks!"

Jialong's speed increased another notch!

"Wulin, I'll leave it to you," Fang Yang suddenly said.

"Understood."

Hearing This, Tang Wulin instantly snapped back to his senses, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The first Yellow Soul Ring behind him suddenly Lit Up. With a wave of his right hand, countless Blue Silver Grass Vines glowing with Deep Blue light Emerged from the Ground.

First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Grass Entanglement!

Following Tang Wulin's Low Shout, dense Blue Silver Grass Vines lashed toward the three students of Class Four like agile serpents.

Jialong gave a disdainful Cold Snort. "Mere Blue Silver Grass dares to—what?!"

His wolf claws were just about to tear apart the Vines when he discovered that this seemingly soft Blue Silver Grass was actually Extremely Tough.

No matter how he struggled, the Deep Blue Blue Silver Grass remained completely motionless.

In the blink of an eye, the three members of Class Four were tightly bound and unable to move.

"Th-this is really Blue Silver Grass?" Jialong's face was full of shock. He had never imagined that Blue Silver Grass, known as a Trash Martial Soul, could possess such power.

A wave of shocked cries immediately Erupted from the spectator stands.

"One move to defeat the enemy? That's too ridiculous!"

"Since when did Class Five become so strong?"

Ouyang Zixin's delicate body suddenly trembled at the sidelines, and a strange light flashed through her beautiful eyes. "This... is Blue Silver Grass?"

She could feel a pressure originating from the depths of her bloodline, leaving her both shocked and Confused.

"How is this possible... my Blue Silver King Martial Soul is actually trembling..."

Ouyang Zixin murmured, an unnatural flush rising on her pretty face. "This feeling of connected bloodlines... could it be the legendary Blue Silver Emperor?"

As the owner of a Plant Type Blue Silver King Martial Soul, she understood better than anyone what this meant. The only one capable of resonating with her Martial Soul and even making it feel submission was the Emperor among Plant Type Martial Souls—the "Blue Silver Emperor."

At that thought, a blush unconsciously spread across Ouyang Zixin's fair, pretty face.

Then, she stared without blinking at Tang Wulin on the field, an unusual light shimmering in her eyes.

"So... the true Emperor is here..."

Ouyang Zixin whispered softly, and the vague affection she had felt for Xu Xiaoyu instantly vanished into thin air.

At this moment, all her attention was occupied by that Junior Underclassman with the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul. A desire from deep within her bloodline made her entire body burn.

Her face reddened a few shades further as she secretly thought, Why am I thinking about that Junior Underclassman?

In truth, Xu Xiaoyu also had a trace of affection for Ouyang Zixin.

This bright and charming junior schoolmate was not only exceptionally talented, but also graceful and generous in the way she treated others. It was indeed difficult not to feel drawn to her.

At this moment, seeing the blush on Ouyang Zixin's face, Xu Xiaoyu hurriedly asked, "Zixin, are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Senior, I'm fine. I need to use the Restroom first."

She hurriedly spoke to Xu Xiaoyu beside her, then quickly left the spectator stands without waiting for a response.

Xu Xiaoyu watched his junior schoolmate's departing back in confusion, then turned toward Fang Yang on the field. "You, aren't you planning to make a move?"

Tang Wulin on the Competition Platform seemed to sense something and Looked At the place where Ouyang Zixin had left.

He murmured, "Senior Sister, could it be you?"

Inside the Restroom, Ouyang Zixin splashed cold water over her burning cheeks. In the mirror, her cheeks were crimson, and the flush in her eyes had yet to fade.

After tidying her appearance, she adjusted her breathing in front of the mirror, doing her best to calm her restless Martial Soul and racing heart.

Ouyang Zixin secretly resolved that after the match, she would definitely find a chance to get to know that Junior Underclassman with the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul.

On the Competition Platform, Fang Yang stood with his Hands Behind His Back and smiled calmly. "You don't even have the qualifications to make me act."

Those words were like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of the Class Four students.

As Fang Yang turned away, he left behind another sentence. "I'll give you time to catch up, until I am beyond your sight."

Before his words had even faded, he left in a carefree manner with Gu Yue and Tang Wulin. The three of them looked especially upright beneath the sunlight.

Only then did cheers suddenly erupt from the Class Five side. They were now First Grade Class Four.

"First Grade Class Five wins. Until the Class Promotion Tournament ends, you will temporarily remain Class Five. Once the tournament is over, the classes will be rearranged. Tomorrow, you will continue by challenging First Grade Class Three."

At this moment, Kong Hanwen stared blankly at the scene before him.

He desperately wanted to ask Long Hengxu on the platform whether the opponent he was facing was really First Grade Class Five and not First Grade Class One.

What kind of monsters were they? Only one person had used a Soul Skill, yet they had defeated the students he had carefully selected?