The early morning sunlight spilled over Eastsea Academy, and a new day began.
The entire academy was immersed in discussions about First Grade Class Five's stunning performance in yesterday's Class Promotion Tournament.
"Did you hear? That kid from Class Five with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul wiped out the entire opposing team in one move!"
"Seriously? Isn't Blue Silver Grass a Trash Martial Soul?"
"I saw it with my own eyes! That Blue Silver Grass was like it was alive—it tied up all three of them in an instant!"
Similar discussions could be heard everywhere: in the cafeteria, along the corridors, and inside the classrooms.
Quite a few upper-year students had even gone out of their way to visit the First Grade Teaching Building, all to see what this legendary "Blue Silver Grass genius" looked like.
As Tang Wulin walked through the academy, he clearly sensed far more eyes on him than usual.
Those gazes carried curiosity, suspicion, and even a hint of eager challenge.
"Wulin, it looks like yesterday's battle really shocked quite a few people."
Xie Xie clasped his hands behind his head and said with a grin, "But it also brought plenty of trouble."
Gu Yue swept a detached glance around them. "What a bunch of bored people."
"Hey, you! The kid with the Blue Silver Grass!"
A tall third grade student suddenly blocked their path. "I heard you wiped out Class Four with one move yesterday. Dare to spar with me?"
Tang Wulin had just opened his mouth when Fang Yang stepped in front of him. "If you want to challenge us, sign up for the Class Promotion Tournament first."
"You!"
The upper-year student's expression changed, but when he met Fang Yang's icy gaze, he instinctively took half a step back.
"Let's go. Ignore them.