A Deliberate Accident?

"Teacher Wu, do we need to collect information in advance?" Tang Wulin asked.

"Do we even need information for this?" Xie Xie draped his arm over Tang Wulin's shoulder. "We just need to steamroll our way through!"

Wu Zhangkong did not refute him, which counted as an endorsement.

"The Class Promotion Tournament is about to begin. It will be one match per day until all rounds are concluded. I am setting a goal for you: fight your way to the fourth grade." Wu Zhangkong's tone remained indifferent.

Under normal circumstances, two-ring students begin to appear in the third grade, and the fourth grade is generally comprised of two-ring students.

It was no wonder the academy called this year's Grade One Class One the strongest class, though it was a pity they had run into three dragons, and ones with high-level bloodlines at that.

"I am talking about Grade Four Class One."

Wu Zhangkong added, "Defeat Grade Four Class One, and you may keep all the rewards. Otherwise, everything will be confiscated as class funds."

Xie Xie put his hands on his hips. "So what? The class funds are going to be spent on us anyway."

Wu Zhangkong glanced at Xie Xie with a blank expression.

"Alright, today's training begins."

"Tang Wulin, you will spar with Gu Yue. As for Xie Xie..."

She flicked her wrist, and the Frost Sky Sword left its sheath, the chill radiating directly toward Xie Xie's crown. "You will spar with me."

Gu Yue could not help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Xie Xie instinctively tried to use Tang Wulin as a shield, but Tang Wulin had already stood beside Gu Yue, looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

"When has Teacher Wu ever changed her mind? Good luck, kid!"

Watching Wu Zhangkong approach step by step, Xie Xie felt increasingly terrified.

Nearly two months of individual training had almost given him PTSD! The key was that Wu Zhangkong never held back, and the Frost Sky Sword even came with a built-in freezing buff!

"No, Teacher Wu! Yamete!"

"Awoo! Hwah-hwah-ahhh!"

Another day of training had begun.

The Class Promotion Tournament was an annual grand event at Eastsea Academy.

It was the only event in which all grades across the entire academy participated.

In the Class Promotion Tournament, a student's outstanding performance would be recorded in their personal file, which was crucial for their future entry into higher-level institutions.

Furthermore, the rewards for the Class Promotion Tournament were quite generous.

Not only would the rankings of classes that achieved excellent results in the tournament change, but their homeroom teachers would also be rewarded.

Of course, almost no one paid attention to the first day of the tournament.

Because it was always the weakest classes issuing challenges, the stronger classes felt there was absolutely no need to watch.

Today happened to be the first day of the Class Promotion Tournament, and it was also the start of the match for Grade One Class Five.

In the center of the Intermediate Division playground, a competition stage had been constructed from ten-centimeter-thick metal plates, surrounded by specialized soul guidance shield emitters.

To avoid disrupting the students' studies, the matches were held after school.

After the dismissal bell rang, the students of Grade One Class Five lined up in neat rows and followed Wu Zhangkong toward the playground.

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue both very obediently stayed half a step behind, following in Wu Zhangkong's wake.

Only Xie Xie, with his hands behind his head, swaggered along at the very front behind Wu Zhangkong.

The students of Grade One Class Four walked over in twos and threes, appearing as though they did not care much about this match.

The homeroom teacher of Grade One Class Four, Kong Hanwen, attempted to strike up a conversation with Wu Zhangkong.

As a result, he was not only ignored but completely disregarded by the entire Grade One Class Five.

Kong Hanwen was so angry his nose was almost crooked; after making a sarcastic remark, he returned to his own Grade One Class Four.

At this moment, the Dean of Students, Long Hengxu, stepped onto the competition stage.

"The Class Promotion Tournament begins today. Grade One Class Five challenges Grade One Class Four."

Long Hengxu looked at Wu Zhangkong and asked, "Teacher Wu Zhangkong, has your class confirmed how many people will be competing?"

Wu Zhangkong lifted his chin slightly. "Three people from our class will compete."

Long Hengxu turned toward the direction of the Class Four homeroom teacher, Kong Hanwen. "Class Five is sending three participants. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to assign your competing students."

"Jialong, Lin Zunyuan, Mosi, you three go up!" Kong Hanwen's words were filled with anger and a hint of disdain. "Teach those Class Five brats a lesson!"

Wu Zhangkong merely waved her hand, and Xie Xie and the others walked onto the competition stage.

"Xie Xie, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin." Wu Zhangkong suddenly spoke.

The three turned back.

"Remember, if you lose, the intensity of your special training will increase tenfold."

As Wu Zhangkong's voice fell, the air around Xie Xie and the others suddenly stagnated, and a massive wave of killing intent erupted.

This dense killing intent made even Kong Hanwen shiver all over.

Xie Xie and the other two slowly turned their heads, looking toward the opposite side in unison. Their school uniforms fluttered without a breeze, and cross-shaped red lights glowed in their eyes.

But Kong Hanwen quickly regained his composure, gritting his teeth as he said, "Hmph! Today I'll teach you what manners are! This is just a student we picked from our class at random!"

Wu Zhangkong couldn't be bothered to look at him again; she simply closed her eyes slowly, a mocking smile curling the corner of her lips.

"Prepare!"

The two sides were fifty meters apart, and Long Hengxu raised his right hand high.

"The first match of the new school year's Class Promotion Tournament, Grade One Class Four versus Grade One Class Five..."

"Begin!"

The moment Long Hengxu's voice fell, a golden light flashed before their eyes, and immediately after, Jialong, who had just completed his Martial Soul Possession, was swatted away by a blade of light.

This sudden turn of events happened too quickly; everyone on the field failed to react in time.

Mosi looked at Xie Xie, who had suddenly appeared before him with glowing red eyes. A white soul drifted out from his agape mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Xie Xie: "...?"

He silently hid his Light Dragon Blade behind his back, pointed at Mosi, and shouted to Long Hengxu, "Director, he's staging a scam!"

Long Hengxu: "..."

Kong Hanwen: "..."

The spectators: "..."

On the field, only the weak and helpless Lin Zunyuan remained on the side of Grade One Class Four.

Looking at his two companions—one swatted into a pit and the other scared unconscious—he clutched his staff tightly, truly on the verge of tears.

Finally, he closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and swung his staff toward Xie Xie.

As it happened, Xie Xie had just bent over, intending to pick up the unconscious Mosi from the ground.

Lin Zunyuan's staff swung at empty air.

Because of his clumsiness, he tripped over his companion Mosi's body and fell to the ground, the two of them lying there in perfect alignment.

Xie Xie turned his head and saw the two people lying neatly before him.

Xie Xie: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, he turned to look at Long Hengxu and spread his hands. "Director, you can announce the result."

Long Hengxu finally snapped out of his stupor.

"The, the match is over, Class Five wins!" His voice still carried a hint of a tremor. "Now, Class Five and... Class Four will swap class designations!"

Xie Xie curled his lips and returned to the side of Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

The three of them high-fived in celebration.

Long Hengxu's face was now covered in cold sweat, because the current situation seemed a bit ominous.

He had to admit that Wu Zhangkong's teaching far exceeded his expectations.

Initially, assigning a genius like Xie Xie to Class Five was meant to temper him and bolster the strength of Class Five, as well as to put pressure on the classes ahead; only with pressure could there be motivation.

But looking at it now...

Won't the classes ahead be crushed to death?!!