A Twenty-Meter-Long Blade!

"...Against Yellow Class 2, Wu Yong."

"The match begins!"

Bang!

"Wu Yong wins!"

The crowd at the Outer Academy thought they had seen plenty of one-sided matches, but this was the first time they had witnessed someone appear directly behind their opponent and kick them in the backside, sending them flying off the stage.

This style of combat was familiar to anyone who had been raised by elders; it was exactly how they had been kicked by their own elders when they were children.

On the other side, Wu Yong, having already stepped off the stage, returned to the area where Yellow Class 2 was stationed.

"Instructor."

"Well done. I couldn't even track your movements just now." Ruolin wore a smile, clearly very satisfied with Wu Yong's performance.

This kind of absolute domination made her feel that her promotion to Xuan-tier Instructor was all but guaranteed!

After all, Ruolin had heard from the class informant that Wu Yong's previous opponent was an eight-star Dou Shi.

Being able to kick an eight-star Dou Shi off the stage with such ease spoke volumes about Wu Yong's strength.

Wu Yong's subsequent performance only confirmed Ruolin's suspicions; whether it was a nine-star Dou Shi or a one-star Da Dou Shi, it was always just a single kick.

"Yellow Class 2, Wu Yong, against Xuan Class 1, Chen Shan."

As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, Wu Yong's opponent made his move.

A thick, earthy-yellow Dou Qi Armor condensed around him, and he stomped his feet hard onto the stage, as if trying to take root in the ground.

Chen Shan then pulled out a shield, smiled smugly, and looked at Wu Yong, saying in a muffled voice, "Wu Yong, if you're so capable, try kicking me off just like you did the others!"

"Damn, this guy is so shameless!"

"What a pathetic coward..."

As soon as Chen Shan finished speaking, the surrounding spectators erupted with jeers of contempt.

Yet, Chen Shan felt no shame, taking pride in it instead, and even hooked his finger at Wu Yong mockingly.

In the highest spectator stands, the Vice Dean of Canaan Academy, Elder Huo of the Alchemy Department, and two other Elders couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

At the same time, they were curious: how would Wu Yong, who had sent every opponent flying with a single kick since the tournament began, deal with this three-star Da Dou Shi known for his defensive prowess?

Would he continue to be headstrong and try to kick him away, or...

"I don't want to waste time here. Be careful."

A bright long blade appeared in Wu Yong's hand, and the expressions of the Dou Huang powerhouses in the stands shifted abruptly. The Vice Dean, most skilled in combat, even prepared himself to intervene at any moment.

Chen Shan was still feeling smug, confident that he wouldn't be kicked off by Wu Yong.

But the next moment, as Wu Yong swung his blade, a twenty-meter-long blade aura crashed down!

BOOM!!!

Instantly, the entire arena fell into a dead silence.

Everyone, every single gaze, turned in unison toward the figure holding the blade.

How could a seemingly ordinary strike possess such immense power?

They hadn't seen Wu Yong charge up any energy, nor had there been any significant fluctuation in his Dou Qi, so how could he have produced that twenty-meter-long blade aura?

Regrettably, Wu Yong would not answer their questions; these doubts would ultimately dissipate into the wind, much like the dust settling on the stage.

As the dust cleared, Chen Shan stood frozen in place.

His shield had been split in two on the stage, and his earthy-yellow Dou Qi Armor had long since shattered.

"I lost..."

Chen Shan lowered his head in defeat, for he had felt that after the blade shattered his Dou Qi Armor, it had suddenly split into two parts to avoid him.

Had it not, he would have been severely injured, if not killed.

The Vice Dean and the others in the stands breathed a sigh of relief. As they looked at Wu Yong walking off the stage, their faces were filled with approval and admiration.

"If my senses aren't mistaken, that strike from the little fellow, Wu Yong, must have borrowed the Power of Heaven and Earth!"

"Indeed, it is the Power of Heaven and Earth! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that someone below the Dou Wang realm could borrow the Power of Heaven and Earth without using a Di-tier Dou Technique."

"What's even more remarkable is that, judging by how he avoided the boy at the end, his control over the Power of Heaven and Earth has reached a profound level—a level that even some Dou Huang powerhouses might not have attained!"

"True, the Power of Heaven and Earth is not so easily mastered..."

Back in the class area, Ruolin saw that Wu Yong's expression was normal and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the strike hadn't placed much of a burden on him.

"Wu Yong, would you like a Qi-Recovery Pill to replenish the Dou Qi you consumed?"

"Thank you for your concern, Instructor, but the Dou Qi within me is quite plentiful; I haven't consumed much at all."

Wu Yong shook his head. To be precise, he hadn't consumed anything at all; he had used the Power of Heaven and Earth, so his own Dou Qi remained perfectly full.

Ruolin looked at him with a hint of disbelief, but since she couldn't sense any weakness in his aura, she chose to believe him.

An hour later, Wu Yong's final opponent had fully recovered, and the finals of the Inner Academy Selection Tournament began.

"Come on, Wu Yong, let's decide this in one move!"

Gao Yang held his longsword, infusing it with fiery red Dou Qi, and slashed a two-meter-long flame sword aura toward Wu Yong.

Yet, Wu Yong stood rooted to the spot as if stunned, letting the flame sword aura pass right through his body without a single drop of blood being shed.

!

Suddenly realizing something, Gao Yang felt a massive force strike his backside, sending him flying involuntarily until he landed outside the arena.

Looking up, he saw Wu Yong walking off the stage with a calm expression, as if he hadn't even taken him seriously.

Gao Yang felt his entire world crumbling; had this guy even listened to a word he said?

Wouldn't it have been better if they had just settled it in one move?

Why, of all things, did this guy have to kick his butt?

Gao Yang desperately wanted to chase after him and demand an explanation, but the cold, distant expression on Wu Yong's face left him without the courage to follow.

More importantly, in the Dou Qi Continent, the strong are respected.

He couldn't even keep up with Wu Yong's speed, so he had no choice but to accept it...

After all, he was the weaker one.

Besides, what was wrong with a butt-kick? Aside from that Chen Shan, hadn't everyone else who crossed paths with Wu Yong been eliminated by a kick to the rear?

Thinking this, Gao Yang felt his mood improve significantly.

On the other side, Wu Yong returned to his class and was met with a warm welcome from his classmates. Beside them, Instructor Ruolin puffed out her chest, looking at him with a face full of pride.

If not for her keen eye in spotting this youth at that medical clinic and snatching him up early, who knew which class Wu Yong would have ended up in?

A faint smile appeared on Wu Yong's face as he joined his classmates in the celebration.

This was not the Black-Corner Region, but Canaan Academy—one of the few places where a homeless guy like him could finally lower his guard.

That night, after the dinner with his classmates, Wu Yong lay on his bed, feeling satisfied. He let the drunkenness wash over his brain, inviting sleep, and drifted into a deep slumber.