Class Promotion Tournament

The typhoon continued to sweep through for several days.

During this time, Xu Yue had been consolidating his breakthrough in soul power and deepening his comprehension of the Spear Intent of Water.

When the typhoon finally receded and the academy resumed classes, the atmosphere shifted.

Although no one in the academy spoke of it, the anticipation on their faces and in their hearts had already reached its peak.

Today was the day of the Class Promotion Tournament between Freshman Class 1 and Class 5.

Ring, ring...

As the final bell of the last period rang, a flicker of excitement flashed through the beautiful eyes of Ye Yingluo.

"Wu Zhangkong, I have waited too long for this day."

Without hesitation, she immediately looked toward the students of Class 1, her gaze lingering on Xu Yue for a moment longer than the others.

"Everyone stand up, assemble at the playground!"

"Yes, teacher!"

The students of Freshman Class 1 followed behind Ye Yingluo, walking quickly toward the Intermediate Division playground.

Xu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan walked side by side at the front.

As for Wei Xiaofeng, Wang Jinxi, and Zhang Yangzi, they followed closely behind; one was smug, while the other two were a mix of envy and disappointment.

The one feeling smug was naturally Wei Xiaofeng.

In Ye Yingluo's arrangement, if Class 5 only fielded three people, he would be the third person to complete the lineup, excluding Xu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan.

This led to Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi feeling nothing but envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Wei Xiaofeng.

They also wanted to participate in a hearty, crushing victory.

At the playground, near the Competition Platform.

By now, a large crowd had already gathered.

Aside from the first-grade students of the Intermediate Division, students and teachers from other grades had packed the area until it was impenetrable.

Xu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan spotted Mu Xi, Ouyang Zixin, and Xu Xiaoyu among the crowd.

The other three homeroom teachers of the freshman grade were also present; the only one missing was the Class 5 homeroom teacher, Wu Zhangkong.

"Sister!"

The Class 3 homeroom teacher, Ye Yingrong, walked quickly to Ye Yingluo's side.

"Hmm!" Ye Yingluo responded, her beautiful eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Sister, stop looking. That man hasn't arrived yet!"

Ye Yingrong smiled helplessly. She didn't know how to describe her sister; despite having excellent looks, a great figure, and talent, and having many suitors, her personality was truly difficult to compliment. It was rare for her to finally meet someone like Wu Zhangkong, yet when the two met, it was like needles clashing against wheat awns.

"Isn't that guy Wu Zhangkong supposed to be very arrogant? I want to see how his students think they can defeat Class 1!"

The homeroom teachers of Class 4 and Class 2 exchanged glances and chuckled.

However.

Even when Gu Yue led Xie Xie and the other Class 5 students to the competition field, Wu Zhangkong's figure still did not appear.

Xu Yue watched this scene, lost in thought.

If nothing goes wrong, it should be because Tang Wulin is unlocking the first seal of the Golden Dragon King.

But to be able to unlock it at the scheduled time without the help of Uncle Mu—did the Divine Sense of Tang San intervene?

Thinking of this possibility, his eyes deepened.

He could choose not to take action against Tang Wulin, but that was based on the premise that the boy had always been raised by Tang Ziran and Lang Yue and had no significant connection to the Tang Family Group.

Disaster should not befall a family, but that is on the condition that the benefits do not reach the family either.

Even the emperors of his past life, when executing the nine clans or three clans, would not drop their blades on illegitimate children who shared blood but had never received any favors.

Because the act of being born was not their fault.

But once Tang Wulin began to accept the grace of Tang San, in his heart, the two would be classified into the same camp.

And that was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

On the other side.

The Dean, Long Hengxu, looked at the missing Wu Zhangkong and finally turned his gaze toward Gu Yue at the front.

"Student Gu Yue, where is your homeroom teacher, Teacher Wu?"

Gu Yue did not speak, but Xie Xie, standing to the side, hurriedly replied.

"Teacher Wu said he went back to the dormitory and will be back immediately. Could you please wait a moment?"

Long Hengxu frowned. To be honest, in his heart, there was no need for this match to take place at all.

Even though Gu Yue's strength was also impressive, he did not believe that the other side could overcome the level gap to defeat the three-ringed Xu Yue.

After all, even among geniuses, the side with higher soul power would always hold a greater advantage.

This was especially true after witnessing the battle against Guang Biao.

However, since Wu Zhangkong had not forfeited, the match had to proceed.

"Fine, if they haven't arrived before the match time limit, I will declare Class Five as having forfeited."

Amidst Xie Xie's words of thanks, time quietly slipped away.

Long Hengxu frowned as he watched the final countdown on his timer, and he was just about to speak.

"I announce..."

"Wait!"

Just then, a cold and arrogant voice rang out.

Wu Zhangkong, with a cold face, carried an anxious-looking Tang Wulin and walked over quickly: "Time isn't up yet! The match continues!"

Long Hengxu swallowed his words back down, his brows knitting together: "Please be mindful of the time next time, Teacher Wu."

Wu Zhangkong nodded indifferently and set the Tang Wulin he was carrying down on the ground.

Yet, when his gaze swept across the arena and finally landed on Xu Yue, he also felt a tremendous amount of pressure.

Immediately.

He looked at Tang Wulin, who was tense and nervous, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a rather rare, gentle tone.

"Relax, there's no need to take my previous words to heart. It's just a Class Promotion Tournament; just do your best."

"I understand, Teacher Wu." Tang Wulin replied and walked toward the positions of Gu Yue and Xie Xie.

Wu Zhangkong watched Tang Wulin's back and sighed.

Who could have expected Class One to produce a freak like Xu Yue?

What Wu Zhangkong didn't expect, however, was that his words didn't make Tang Wulin feel any more relaxed; instead, his mood became even more tense.

Walking along the path, Tang Wulin clenched his fists tightly.

He thought of the guidance Wu Zhangkong had given him over the past few months, and how, just a few days ago, Wu Zhangkong had given him numerous Spirit Fruit without a second thought.

It not only resolved his current life-or-death crisis but also unlocked the first layer of the Golden Dragon King Seal, significantly increasing his strength and potential—it was truly help in a time of need.

How could he ever forget such kindness from his teacher?

"Teacher Wu, don't worry! I will do everything in my power to secure victory."

"The one who persists to the end is the winner."

Long Hengxu had already arrived on the Competition Platform and asked Wu Zhangkong in a deep voice.

"Teacher Wu, how many people is your class sending out today?"

The number of participants would be decided by the challenging class; this was one of the rules of the Class Promotion Tournament.

"Three." Wu Zhangkong said expressionlessly.

A three-person battle was a classic format that had been popular since ten thousand years ago.

As his voice fell, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie stepped out from among the Class Five students simultaneously.

Long Hengxu nodded, then looked toward the direction of Class One.

Ye Yingluo feigned calmness as she called out Xu Yue and the other two, but the beautiful eyes that were fixed on Wu Zhangkong betrayed her excitement.

"Xu Yue, Xiao Yan, Xiao Feng, it's your turn!"