Winning Streak (Part 1)

"First match of the new school year's Class Promotion Tournament: Grade 1 Class 4 versus Grade 1 Class 5. Begin!"

At Long Hengxu's loud shout, the four students from Grade 1 Class 4 released their Soul Rings almost simultaneously.

Four white Soul Rings rose beneath their feet. Jialong, standing at the very front, suddenly took a large step forward. His body swelled slightly, and he let out a low growl. His brown eyes turned yellow, and his arms visibly thickened as he strode forward in a charge.

Lin Zunyuan murmured something under his breath, and a slender staff appeared in his hand. The Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed, and a beam of red light shot from the tip of his staff, landing on Jialong.

A hint of blood-red appeared in Jialong's yellow eyes. His body swelled again as he charged toward Tang Wulin with an imposing aura.

Mosi's figure flickered, and he hid behind Jialong.

Jiateng Ying showed no obvious changes, but his palm suddenly grew a full size larger as he charged at the four of them.

Their swift, coordinated movements made it obvious that they had trained together for a long time. They were nothing like the random group their homeroom teacher, Kong Hanwen, had claimed they were.

Jialong was a Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was likely wolf-type. Mosi was an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master, though it was still unclear what his Martial Soul was. Lin Zunyuan, meanwhile, was a Support System Battle Soul Master, and his First Soul Skill was a boosting type.

Jiateng Ying was also a Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was an exceptionally rare Body Martial Soul. Even Wu Zhangkong had been surprised upon seeing Jiateng Ying's Martial Soul.

Two power attackers, one agility attacker, and one booster—this was an excellent combination of Soul Masters.

By contrast, Nan Fusheng and the other three from Class 5 did not release their Soul Rings immediately. Other than Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin and the other two charged at their opponents almost at the same time.

With barely a flash, Xie Xie had already closed in on Jialong, who was charging at the front. Yet he did not attack Jialong. Instead, he sidestepped and circled around, lunging straight for Lin Zunyuan behind him.

"Mosi!" Jialong shouted. Mosi, who had been hidden behind him, immediately gave chase after Xie Xie.

If an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master got close to a Support System Battle Soul Master, the latter would be taken out in an instant.

As for the other two, Jialong and Jiateng Ying were confident they could block them and counterattack.

First Soul Skill: Jiateng Ying's Hand.

When Jiateng Ying's Martial Soul had first awakened, it had only been his fingers.

Later, however, he had fused with a bird-type Soul Spirit called the Giant Palm Eagle, causing a slight mutation in his Martial Soul.

It began developing in the direction of a palm. He had named his First Soul Skill Jiateng Ying's Hand precisely because he wanted to give himself something to strive for.

After using his Soul Skill, Jiateng Ying's palm swelled another size larger. Just as he was about to grab Gu Yue with one hand—

Jiateng Ying was certain that this slap would turn the girl into an "Yingying Monster." Unfortunately, his confidence did not last long.

A ball of Light Element suddenly exploded before his eyes. Caught off guard, Jiateng Ying was blinded by the flash, unable to open his eyes as tears streamed down his face. Then he felt a chill run through his body before losing consciousness.

To the spectators, a human-shaped ice pop gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight. While Jiateng Ying had been blinded by the Light Element, Gu Yue had frozen him solid.

Meanwhile, although Jialong's body had expanded considerably under the enhancement of his Martial Soul, he was still much shorter than Tang Wulin. As the distance between them closed, Jialong found it strange. Why wasn't this guy even releasing his Martial Soul?

Then he saw Tang Wulin's fist.

As a Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, Jialong was extremely confident in his own strength. He thrust out his right hand, attempting to grab Tang Wulin's fist.

A figure drifted past behind Tang Wulin. Jialong suddenly felt his footing slip, nearly falling over. The clawed hand he had thrown out immediately veered off course. Tang Wulin's fist, meanwhile, slammed directly into his chest.

Bang! Jialong's body was sent flying seven or eight meters by Tang Wulin's punch.

Only then did a blue vine arrive belatedly. But it vanished in the next moment.

Because the battle on the other side had also ended.

After circling around Jialong, Xie Xie's footwork instantly accelerated. Though Mosi was also an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master, his speed was clearly not on the same level as Xie Xie's.

When Xie Xie tapped Lin Zunyuan on the head with his Light Dragon Dagger, Long Hengxu declared Lin Zunyuan eliminated.

Then Xie Xie spun around and arrived in front of Mosi.

Mosi's Martial Soul was a short sword, somewhat similar to Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger, but his Soul Power was only rank thirteen. There was no suspense in this battle.

Their weapons only clashed once before Xie Xie slipped behind Mosi and placed the Light Dragon Dagger directly against his throat.

Only at this point did the three competing students from Grade 1 Class 5 finally release their Martial Souls.

White, yellow, yellow!

One Ten-Year Soul Ring and two Hundred-Year Soul Rings!

Kong Hanwen stared blankly at the scene. From start to finish, had the match even lasted ten seconds? And one of the other side's members had not even made a move!

He desperately wanted to ask Long Hengxu on the stage whether the opponents he had faced were really Grade 1 Class 5, rather than Grade 1 Class 1.

Xie Xie pursed his lips and returned to Tang Wulin's side with an unsatisfied look on his face. The two high-fived in celebration.

Only then did cheers suddenly erupt from Grade 1 Class 5. Oh, no—they were Grade 1 Class 4 now.

"Grade 1 Class 5 wins. Until the Class Promotion Tournament ends, you will temporarily remain Class 5. The classes will be rearranged after the tournament is over. Tomorrow, you will continue by challenging Grade 1 Class 3."

This was a match that could not even be called a crushing victory, because there had been no crushing process at all. Everything had been so easy and casual. Tang Wulin had barely used the power of his Martial Soul, while Nan Fusheng had not even gotten a chance to act before they had already defeated their opponents.

Wu Zhangkong did not even glance at Kong Hanwen, the Class 4 homeroom teacher in the distance. He raised his head coldly. "School's out."

Xie Xie stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Wulin. "I suddenly feel like the days of the Class Promotion Tournament are wonderful. At least we finally don't have to undergo special training at night."

To maintain their stamina and condition, they did not need to undergo special training during the competition. That was why Xie Xie felt this way.

"How about we go out and have some fun?" Xie Xie quietly asked Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng.

Tang Wulin shook his head. "Let's not. The cafeteria's about to serve dinner."

Xie Xie was speechless. "All you know is eating."

Tang Wulin snapped, "I'll be hungry if I don't eat!"

"Fine, come out with me. I'll treat you to dinner, how about that? I've practically suffocated from being stuck in the academy these past few days."

Eastsea Academy's management was not especially strict. Eastsea City was a prosperous city with excellent public security.

"Alright." The moment he heard that Xie Xie would treat him to food, Tang Wulin immediately agreed.

"I'm not going. I still need to cultivate," Nan Fusheng suddenly said.

"Hey, seriously, man? You're working way too hard. You finally have some time to rest, and you still want to cultivate?"

Xie Xie looked at Nan Fusheng in shock. Was it really okay for him to be this obsessive? Didn't that just make someone like me, who wanted to slack off, look completely useless?

"Morning is the most important time of the day, and there are some things I have to do. You, Wulin, and Gu Yue can go have fun together."

Nan Fusheng shook his head. Glancing at Gu Yue, who was walking toward them, he spoke to Xie Xie.

"Ha, why invite her? This is a conversation between us guys."

"You seem to be talking about something interesting. Can I join in?" Gu Yue had somehow already arrived beside them. Though her words sounded like a question, her tone left no room for refusal.

Nan Fusheng ignored their antics. His Dream Master Potion was nearly fully digested. He had to finish digesting it before the Skysea Alliance Grand Competition; this was his opportunity to advance and become a Demigod.