Another Victory, Blocking the Gate

From the start of the match until now, only a few breaths had passed, yet the students from both classes watching were left dumbfounded.

Tang Wuyang and Gu Yue's artillery-like attacks, combined with the coordination between Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, had made it seem as though they had won with incredible ease.

"Grade One Class Five wins!" When Long Hengxu spoke those words, his voice was clearly filled with shock.

If yesterday's victory had been due to the individual strength of Grade One Class Five's four students, then today, they had won through teamwork.

The Gu Brothers and Bai Qiujin, who should have coordinated more seamlessly, had underestimated their opponents. Before they could display the cooperation they had developed through training, Tang Wuyang's group of four had caught them off guard and defeated them one by one.

What shocked him even more was that Gu Yue had used the same Ice Element ability as Tang Wuyang. Hadn't she used the Earth Element yesterday?

Could she be another owner of Twin Martial Souls?

That was a genius among geniuses, especially with elemental abilities.

Long Hengxu was filled with regret!

How had he fallen for Wu Changkong's trick and handed such a gifted student over to Class Five?

Now the Promotion Tournament was going to be troublesome. He wondered whether Class One could stop their advance.

Ye Yingrong was equally stunned. She had trained the Gu Brothers and Bai Qiujin for several months, and she had believed that their aerial coordination had become quite seamless.

Other than their somewhat lacking offensive power, their speed, coordination, and ability to fly should have made it easy for them to gain the upper hand.

Yet just when she had believed her side was certain to win, their opponents had displayed such ranged attack power and coordination, completely unlike their battle against Class Four yesterday.

Taking a deep breath and barely calming her turbulent emotions, Ye Yingrong turned toward Wu Changkong and smiled faintly. "Congratulations, Teacher Wu. From now on, you'll be Class Three."

Wu Changkong said calmly, "That isn't my goal. Thank you for letting us win."

After saying that, he turned to the four who had stepped down from the Competition Stage. He merely glanced at them without commenting on their battle, then headed toward the dormitory buildings.

"Is Teacher Wu satisfied with us or not?" Xie Xie asked Tang Wulin in confusion.

Tang Wulin shrugged. "How would I know? He's probably telling us to reflect on it ourselves."

Gu Yue nodded. "We shouldn't have attacked first. We could have waited for an opportunity. As long as they came down, they wouldn't have stood a chance."

"If people with Flying Martial Souls insist on running, there's nothing we can do. But in a match like this, they had no chance at all. We can't be so impulsive next time."

Xie Xie turned to Tang Wuyang beside Gu Yue as if stirring up trouble. "Wuyang, she said you were impulsive. I'm not trying to start anything, but if I were you, I couldn't stand it."

Tang Wuyang, however, sincerely said to Gu Yue, "Yeah. It was my first time facing flying Soul Masters, so I got flustered. This time was my mistake. Sorry."

Xie Xie poked Tang Wulin beside him in surprise. "Seriously, is your brother always this good-tempered? Gu Yue criticizes him, and he apologizes?"

Before Tang Wulin could say anything, Gu Yue burst into laughter. "Trying to sow discord won't work. He knows how to correct his mistakes. Do you think everyone is as petty as you?"

"Wuyang, I'll treat you to Meal A tonight. But only one serving."

Tang Wuyang beamed. "Sure! Brother, Xie Xie, let's go. I'm hungry."

Ye Yingrong stared blankly as the four little ones headed toward the cafeteria.

At that moment, even with her excellent composure, the corner of her mouth twitched.

They had not even made a battle plan specifically against her side. They had simply improvised on the spot. What did that mean?

It meant they had performed entirely on the fly!

But why had their coordination been so seamless?

She took out her Soul Guidance Communicator and dialed a number. Soon, a somewhat cold female voice came from the communicator.

"What is it, little sister?"

Ye Yingrong said, "Sis, we lost."

"You lost? They had flying Soul Masters too?"

Ye Yingrong smiled bitterly. "No. But their coordination was excellent, and their individual abilities were all outstanding."

"Sis, you need to be careful."

"Class One has finally met an opponent this time. The students taught by the Cold and Arrogant God won't be easy to deal with. You'd better prepare yourself."

The other end of the Soul Guidance Communication fell silent for a moment. Then the cold voice became even harder.

"I've waited for this day for a long time. The way he humiliated me back then, I'll repay it all this time."

"Sis, you..." Before Ye Yingrong could finish, the call on the other end had already ended.

Ye Yingrong sighed helplessly and muttered to herself, "You're just too competitive."

"Actually, he wasn't really wrong to reject you back then. You've held a grudge over it for two years already!"

After dinner, Xie Xie suggested going outside the academy to have some fun again, but Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin directly refused.

The reason was simple. They needed to go back and cultivate.

Soul Power was the foundation of everything. This was the most important principle Wu Changkong had taught them during their first theory lesson.

However, there were no shortcuts to increasing Soul Power. One could only rely on continuous Meditation.

Since neither Tang Wuyang nor Tang Wulin was going, Gu Yue directly walked beside Tang Wuyang, making her intentions obvious.

Xie Xie immediately lost his motivation to go out. Just as he followed the three to the fork between the male and female dormitories, Zhou Changxi suddenly came hurrying over.

"This is bad, Wuyang, Wulin, Xie Xie. Hurry and take a look at the entrance."

"A group of people has blocked our academy gate. They seem to have quite a powerful background."

"And they have photos of you three and Gu Yue. They're demanding that the academy hand you over. The Academic Affairs Office will probably be sending people over soon."

The four looked at one another. Gu Yue remained calm and composed. "It should be because of yesterday, right?"

A cold glint flashed in Xie Xie's eyes. "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he headed toward the academy gate, only for Tang Wuyang to grab him.

"Wait!" Tang Wuyang shouted in a deep voice.

Xie Xie snapped, "What are we waiting for? If it's those people from yesterday, we'll beat them up again."

"They bullied people, collected protection money, and now they dare come crying to the academy first?"

Tang Wuyang firmly gripped his shoulder. Xie Xie tried to break free, but how could he possibly match Tang Wuyang in strength?

"Don't be impulsive. This isn't so simple. Don't forget where we are. This is Eastsea Academy, a Soul Master Academy."

"They still dared come here knowing that, which means they have something to rely on. We're still too weak. Let's find Teacher Wu first."

Hearing Tang Wuyang's words, Xie Xie calmed down as well.

He was a smart person and understood that Tang Wuyang was right. He immediately restrained himself and stopped acting rashly.

Gu Yue nodded. "I support Wuyang. Let's find Teacher Wu first."

Zhou Changxi, following behind them, said, "This has become a huge mess. There are at least two hundred people blocking the gate, and they look extremely arrogant. What exactly did you do?"

Tang Wulin said, "We'll tell you later. Come on, let's find Teacher Wu first."

Wu Changkong maintained an extremely regular schedule. After dinner, he would only be quietly cultivating in his dormitory, so finding him was not difficult.

Wu Changkong, dressed in a very old-fashioned white robe, opened his door. Seeing the four of them standing outside, he coldly asked, "Do you have questions about cultivation?"

Though Xie Xie was also cold and proud, he always felt somewhat intimidated before Wu Changkong. He instinctively looked toward Tang Wuyang.

Tang Wuyang said, "It's about last night, when we told you that we went out..."

He described the situation at the academy gate to Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong remained expressionless and walked straight outside. His white robe looked somewhat thin, fluttering in the wind. His loose hair rose with it, and his ethereal bearing carried a faint chill that gave him a dreamlike appearance.

Tang Wulin tapped Xie Xie, who had been staring in a daze, then followed Tang Wuyang and Gu Yue, who had already taken two steps behind Wu Changkong, toward the academy gate.

Outside Eastsea Academy, the entrance had already been completely blocked. At least two hundred fierce-looking burly men stood at the gate with all kinds of weapons, and many of them even held Soul Tools prohibited by the Federation for civilian use.

With the advancement of Soul Tool Technology, Soul Tools had long developed to the point where ordinary people could use them. Soul Masters still held lofty status, but the distance between them and ordinary people had long been narrowed by technology.

Just as ordinary people could operate Soul Guide Mechas, Soul Masters below a certain level did not possess such an overwhelming advantage when facing ordinary people wielding Soul Tools.

This was also an important reason why these people dared to block a Soul Master Academy.

On Eastsea Academy's side, many students from the Intermediate Department and Advanced Department had gathered near the gate. Across from them, those burly men held up four huge photographs.

They were clearly Tang Wuyang, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue.

Several burly men at the front were also carrying a stretcher, on which Guang Long lay wrapped completely in bandages.

Another group held up an enormous banner. "A life for a life, debts must be repaid, hand over the culprit!"

Fortunately, this was a Soul Master Academy. Though these burly men had no fear, they had not stormed into the academy.

The leader stood over two meters tall and was incredibly muscular. He was bald as well, with a full beard. His fierce appearance made him seem like an upgraded version of Guang Long.

His arms were bare, revealing terrifyingly powerful muscles. His gloomy gaze continuously swept over the surroundings, searching the crowd for the four people in the photographs.

"Who are you people? How dare you cause trouble in front of the academy?"

At that moment, an angry shout rang out. Long Hengxu emerged from the crowd with more than a dozen teachers, his face filled with fury.

Seeing the people outside, his heart tightened slightly.

Just as Tang Wuyang had guessed, they had come to block the gate despite knowing this was a Soul Master Academy. They certainly had something to rely on.

"My name is Guang Biao. The one lying there is my younger brother," the towering bald man said coldly.

He did not display any particularly wild aura, but his deep voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears.

Long Hengxu's pupils contracted. Then he suddenly remembered that name.

"Guang Biao? You're Guang Biao, captain of the Eastsea City Mecha Brigade?"

Every city had its own armed forces. Aside from standard police forces that maintained public order, there were also military forces.

Eastsea City was a large coastal city, so the Federation had stationed a Mecha Brigade here consisting of five hundred Soul Guide Mechas.

Upon hearing that this burly man was Guang Biao, Long Hengxu's expression immediately changed.

Even if Eastsea City's chief administrator were here, they probably could not order him around!

"I am not the captain of the Mecha Brigade right now. I am merely an elder brother whose younger brother was seriously injured. Hand over the one who beat him," Guang Biao said coldly.

"Captain Guang Biao, I think there may be some misunderstanding here." Long Hengxu's tone softened considerably.

"There are clearly four children in these photos. Could your younger brother truly have been injured by four children?"

"I think there must be a reason behind this. Why don't we calm down and investigate everything first?"

Long Hengxu knew very well that he could not afford to offend this man. The other party controlled an entire Mecha Brigade!

In other words, the burly men before him were all Mecha Masters.

Though ordinary people could become Mecha Masters, they were still a minority. Most Mecha Masters were Soul Masters.

Even if these people were not high-level, they were extremely skilled in controlling Soul Tools and possessed rich combat experience.

The group before him was not something the academy could contend with, not to mention that they could summon the power of mechas at any time.

Long Hengxu had also heard some things about Guang Biao's past. This captain could be considered something of a legendary figure.

Born into an ordinary family, he had lost both parents at a young age. Through exceptional talent and relentless hard work, he had become a captain at only thirty-five years old.

His Soul Power Cultivation had reached the Sixth Ring. He was a genuine Soul Emperor, and his Mecha Master rank had also reached Emperor Grade or above.

And in all of Eastsea Academy, the only person whose Soul Power Cultivation had reached Emperor Grade seemed to be...

"A misunderstanding? Children? My younger brother was beaten into this state. As his elder brother, I cannot ignore it."

"I will naturally investigate the full story, but I'll investigate it at my place."

"Enough nonsense. Hand them over. By waiting here, we are already showing Eastsea City some respect."

"I'll give you another twenty minutes. If you don't hand them over, we'll go in and find them ourselves."

Long Hengxu's face darkened as he sternly said, "Captain Guang Biao, don't go too far."

"This is an academy, a place for educating students. Which one of you didn't come from an academy?"

"I will not hand anyone over. If you have the ability, drive your mechas over our corpses."

"Otherwise, don't even think about taking one step into Eastsea Academy."

The students, who normally had quite a few complaints about the strict Director Long, could not help feeling their blood boil at this sight. Some of the older students had already stepped forward of their own accord to stand behind him.

Guang Biao suddenly stepped forward and stomped one foot onto the ground. A deep boom erupted, and it felt as though the earth beneath all of Eastsea Academy shook with it. Many of the students standing in front staggered and fell.

"I only believe in strength. Do you think people like you can stop me?"

"My younger brother was injured like this, yet you refuse to hand over the culprit and still act as if you're in the right?"

"I could have reasoned with you, but my fists are bigger. I'm taking them away, and I want to see who can stop me."

At that moment, an icy voice rang out from within Eastsea Academy. "I hate reasoning the most. Comparing fists is best."