One Slash Was Enough

At the thought of this, Ye Yingluo could not help turning around and fiercely saying to Zhang Yangzi behind her, "Yang Zi, teach them a harsh lesson!"

"Yes, Teacher." A glint flashed through Zhang Yangzi's eyes.

Director of Studies Long Hengxu had already stepped onto the competition platform.

He first nodded to the head teachers of both classes before saying solemnly, "Due to the typhoon, the Class Promotion Tournament was postponed."

"Today is the fourth Class Promotion Tournament, with First Grade Class Five facing First Grade Class One. Class Five, Teacher Wu, how many students will you be sending out today?"

Wu Zhangkong replied expressionlessly, "Our class will send three students."

Long Hengxu turned to Ye Yingluo. "First Grade Class One, please send three students as well."

Ye Yingluo raised her chin. "Fine."

"Contestants from both sides, enter the arena."

After giving Xie Xie and Gu Yue a confident smile, Tang Wulin was the first to step onto the competition platform.

Xie Xie and Gu Yue exchanged a knowing glance, then went up as well, taking positions behind Tang Wulin to his left and right.

On the other side, the three students from First Grade Class One also stepped forward.

"My name is Zhang Yangzi," Zhang Yangzi said calmly.

"Wei Xiaofeng. We already know each other."

Wei Xiaofeng extended his right hand and raised his thumb, then slowly rotated his wrist.

"A friendly reminder." Xie Xie brushed aside the loose strands over his forehead. "Before making that gesture, you'd better think carefully about whether your family can bear the consequences you'll bring upon them."

Wei Xiaofeng froze, not daring to turn his wrist down any further.

"Wang Jinxi." Wang Jinxi, the last to introduce himself, spoke with equal calm.

"First Grade Class Five, Tang Wulin," Tang Wulin said.

"Gu Yue," Gu Yue said indifferently.

Imitating Wei Xiaofeng, Xie Xie raised his right thumb and rotated his wrist until it pointed downward. With a light laugh, he said, "Xie Family. Xie Xie."

The moment those words came out, not only did Wei Xiaofeng's face turn livid, but the expressions of everyone watching also changed.

Long Hengxu in particular looked extremely grim.

Xie Xie's introduction clearly meant that this was no longer merely an internal Class Promotion Tournament at Eastsea Academy. It had become a battle of honor between Eastsea City and the Xie Family.

Yet Long Hengxu's anger was not directed at Xie Xie, but at that brain-dead idiot Wei Xiaofeng.

Everyone in Eastsea City knew the Xie Family's status. The academy had never concealed Xie Xie's identity, and Xie Xie himself was not an unreasonable person.

But who knew whether Wei Xiaofeng had water in his brain? Being warned after provoking him once was not enough, and he had to do it again in public.

Now this was great.

If the three from First Grade Class Five lost this time, the Xie Family would have an excuse to come knocking and cause trouble.

Thinking of all the matters he would have to deal with then gave Long Hengxu a splitting headache.

Watching the two sides, thick with the smell of gunpowder, Long Hengxu could only warn them helplessly, "Let me reiterate: this is an in-academy competition."

He placed particular emphasis on the words "in-academy."

"The match ends once victory is decided. Deliberately injuring your opponents is forbidden, or you will face punishment from the academy!"

"Yes!" all five answered in unison.

Xie Xie yawned carelessly. "Oh, then hurry up and start."

Seeing Xie Xie's manner, Long Hengxu's mouth twitched.

"...Prepare for the match. Both sides, retreat."

Under Long Hengxu's supervision, both sides backed away and opened up some distance.

"Begin!"

As Long Hengxu's voice fell, Wei Xiaofeng was the first to dart forward. Two yellow Soul Rings instantly rose beneath his feet, while green light flashed over his body and a Cyan Little Snake appeared on his shoulder.

The Cyan Little Snake was his century-old Soul Spirit, the Green Shadow Snake, and his Martial Soul was also the Green Shadow Snake. The two were perfectly compatible.

He had likewise spent countless resources and immense sums of money to find this Soul Spirit.

Wei Xiaofeng was also an Agility Type battle Soul Master. As he charged forward, his body kept swaying from side to side, giving off an illusory impression.

"How is it? Can you see clearly?!"

"If you can't keep up with my speed, you're dead!"

What puzzled Wei Xiaofeng was that Xie Xie showed no intention of attacking. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes.

The next second, an overwhelmingly tyrannical dragon's might erupted from Xie Xie's body.

A yellow Soul Ring entwined with golden-black dragon patterns slowly rose beneath his feet, its shifting halo carrying a pressure that made hearts tremble.

The Light Dragon Blade and Shadow Dragon Blade simultaneously took form in his hands.

The golden and black dragon blades flared brilliantly. His Soul Ring suddenly blazed, Xie Xie's eyes snapped open with cold light bursting forth, dragon patterns surging around him as the Nirvana Dragon Blade slashed out with ruthless force!

A golden-black wave of dragon blade energy tore through the air, so fast it left only an afterimage and gave Wei Xiaofeng no chance to react.

The blade grazed his body and smashed viciously into the competition platform. The violent Soul Power shockwave instantly sent Wei Xiaofeng flying, and he crashed heavily against the edge of the platform, losing all ability to fight.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Xiaofeng had been defeated with a single slash, and the entire venue fell silent.

If Xie Xie had not held back, that slash would not have landed on the competition platform.

The silence lasted only an instant before exploding like a volcano!

"What?!"

An uproar swept through the spectator stands.

That scene had happened so quickly that no one had even seen the trajectory of the descending blade.

They had only felt their vision blur before Wei Xiaofeng was sent flying as if struck by an invisible force. He slammed hard against the barrier, slid down, and collapsed limply on the ground without even the strength to struggle.

The spectators from First Grade Class One were thrown into complete chaos.

Ye Yingluo's expression instantly changed from prideful to livid. She stared fixedly at the figure standing on the platform with blades in hand, disbelief filling her delicate features. "How is that possible?!"

Zhang Yangzi stood where he was, his gaze flickering.

Looking at the golden and black dragon blades in Xie Xie's hands, his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously, and the fingers of his clenched fist slowly tightened.

Even he would not dare take the pressure of that slash head-on.

Long Hengxu abruptly rose from his seat, bracing himself against the table to steady his body.

He looked at Wei Xiaofeng, barely breathing by the edge of the platform, then at Xie Xie, who looked utterly nonchalant and was even still yawning. His mouth twitched again as he cursed inwardly:

This brat really knew how to put on an act! That meditative pose with his eyes closed almost fooled even me!

Wu Zhangkong stood in the First Grade Class Five section. At last, a trace of satisfaction crossed her usually calm and impassive face.

She nodded slightly. When her gaze fell upon Xie Xie, a hint of approval flashed in her eyes.

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue were also stunned.

"Xie Xie, that was amazing!"

Once he recovered, the smile on Tang Wulin's face grew even more confident.

Gu Yue raised an eyebrow, a faint smile flickering in her eyes. "Not bad. Looks like you took my words to heart and prepared properly."

Xie Xie proudly lifted his chin. "Of course!"