Facing Class Four? The Silver Dragon King's Jealousy!

The vast Eastsea Academy arena was abuzz with noise.

As a major academy event, the Class Promotion Tournament attracted a large crowd of teachers and students.

The atmosphere in the first-year student section was particularly lively, especially when the spotlight class, Class Five, made their entrance.

Wu Changkong maintained his usual frosty demeanor, standing at the very front of the Class Five team with his arms crossed.

Behind him, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue stood shoulder to shoulder.

Meanwhile, Yao Chuan leaned lazily against the railing of the contestant area, appearing completely detached from the proceedings.

His status as a substitute had, ironically, made him the focus of everyone's attention.

Director Long Hengxu stood in the center of the field, cleared his throat, and his voice boomed, cutting through the surrounding clamor.

"Silence!"

"The first match of the new academic year's Class Promotion Tournament: Grade One Class Five versus Grade One Class Four!"

"Both teams, please take the stage and prepare!"

As his words fell, on the Class Five side, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue stepped onto the central stage without the slightest hesitation, their strides long and powerful.

Their steps were steady and strong, their gazes sharp, exuding a lean and formidable aura honed by special training.

On the opposing Class Four side, Teacher Kong Hanwen's face was filled with an irrepressible smile of triumph.

He adjusted his glasses and looked at the three entering the stage from Class Five, his mouth practically splitting into a grin.

Especially seeing that fellow Yao Chuan still lounging in the contestant area, showing no intention of participating, he felt his confidence surge.

It was as if heaven itself was aiding him!

He turned to the three team members behind him and spoke in a deliberately raised tone, loud enough for the other side to hear.

"Did you see that?"

"Yao Chuan, their strongest, is indeed afraid to come on stage!"

"It seems Teacher Wu also knows that putting him on would be inviting humiliation."

"With just these three misfits..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze provocatively sweeping over Tang Wulin and the other two on the stage.

"Especially that trash with the Blue Silver Grass spirit, hehe..."

"Jialong, Lin Zunyuan, Mosi, oh wait..."

Kong Hanwen's gaze fell upon a girl who had voluntarily replaced Mosi's position.

The girl had curly chestnut hair and a rather delicate face. At this moment, she was standing on tiptoe, craning her neck, her eyes intensely fixed on Yao Chuan in the Class Five contestant area.

Her gaze was filled with undisguised admiration and... disappointment.

"Now, it's student Musi who has replaced Mosi."

"You three, get your act together!"

"Remember what I told you!"

Kong Hanwen waved his hand forcefully.

"Crush them..."

"Completely!"

"Finish the fight in ten minutes!"

His voice was filled with blind confidence, as if victory was already within his grasp.

However...

The teammates he had placed so much hope in did not seem to fully absorb his surging fighting spirit.

On the stage.

The three members of Class Four stood in a line.

The main attacker, Jialong, was burly, his spirit a wolf type. He was currently frowning, clearly not thrilled by his homeroom teacher's "ten-minute theory."

Lin Zunyuan, an auxiliary spirit master, held a staff and appeared somewhat nervous.

And the girl, Musi, who had volunteered to fight in Mosi's place, had her attention completely elsewhere, not on the impending match.

Her resentful gaze pierced across half the stage, firmly locked onto the lazy figure of the young man in the contestant area.

Yao Chuan seemed to sense this overly intense gaze, turned his head slightly, and casually glanced towards the stage.

It was just such a casual glance.

It made Musi tremble slightly as if electrocuted, then her face erupted with immense surprise, which quickly turned into deep disappointment.

She stomped her foot hard, her lips pouting high, and complained to the air beside her as if no one else was there.

"Aaaah!"

"I'm so pissed off!"

"Is Brother Yao Chuan really not going to take the stage?"

"What was the point of me working so hard to secure this spot?"

Musi grabbed her hair in frustration, her face a mask of utter despair.

"If I had known Brother Yao Chuan was just a backup and wouldn't even make a move..."

"I wouldn't have been so eager to volunteer!"

"Isn't this just a complete waste of time?"

Her gaze finally drifted away from Yao Chuan, sweeping over Tang Wulin and his two teammates, who were standing at the ready, with a look of extreme perfunctoriness.

The contempt and disdain in her eyes were practically overflowing.

"Just to fight these few... hmph!"

She curled her lip; although she didn't explicitly say the words "small fries," her expression and tone made the implication blindingly obvious.

In her words, she didn't hold the other members of Grade One Class Five in any regard at all.

It was as if this Class Promotion Tournament were merely a formality she was reluctantly attending for the sake of a "fan meet."

Kong Hanwen's face turned green as he listened from below the stage.

What kind of nonsense was this idiot spouting?!

She was disrupting the morale of her own team before the match even started!

He was so angry he nearly rushed up to drag Musi down.

On the other side of the arena.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie naturally heard Musi's undisguised complaints.

Tang Wulin frowned slightly.

Although he was accustomed to being looked down upon, especially because of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, the opponent's attitude of treating the match as a joke and showing zero respect for her opponents still made a fire burn in his chest.

He subconsciously clenched his fists.

The Golden Dragon King Bloodline, which had just broken through its first seal, seemed to sense his anger, faintly transmitting a surge of scorching power.

At the roots of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, faint golden patterns flowed quietly.

Xie Xie's reaction was much more direct.

"Damn it!"

He cursed under his breath.

"Is there something wrong with this girl's brain?"

"Are people from Class Four all this arrogant?"

"Treating us like air?"

Xie Xie was so angry he was hopping mad, the phantom of his Light Dragon Dagger nearly manifesting in his hand.

"Wulin, leave that foul-mouthed woman to me later!"

"Watch me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a sudden, overwhelming drop in air pressure.

That cold, almost tangible chill came from right beside them.

Gu Yue.

Only then did Tang Wulin suddenly realize that his teammate's state was off.

From the moment she heard Musi say "Brother Yao Chuan," the temperature around Gu Yue had begun to plummet.

At this moment, Gu Yue's beautiful little face was completely shrouded in frost.

Her already cold temperament was now like ten-thousand-year black ice.

Her gaze was locked firmly onto Musi across the way.

That look...

It was as if she were staring at an eyesore that desperately needed to be thoroughly pulverized.

Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat.

He calmed down instantly, his mind racing.

Musi's infatuated remarks...

The intimate way she addressed Yao Chuan ("Brother Yao Chuan")...

And that undisguised attitude of viewing everyone else as a "waste of time"...

Combined with the subtle attention Gu Yue had been paying to Yao Chuan lately and the occasional awkwardness she displayed...

There was only one truth!

This is a major scene of jealousy!

Musi's words and actions precisely hit Gu Yue's sensitive spot!

In Gu Yue's heart, this foolish human girl not only treated the sacred Class Promotion Tournament as Yao Chuan's "fan meeting," but was also an undeniable potential love rival.

She must be completely eliminated!

In the most straightforward, most ruthless, and most crushing way possible!

A cold light flashed in Gu Yue's eyes, her killing intent... no, her "battle intent" instantly surged to its peak.

Kong Hanwen was still below the stage, furious at Musi's loose tongue.

Director Long Hengxu had already raised his right hand, his resonant voice echoing throughout the venue.

"Both teams, take your positions!"

"The first match of the Class Promotion Tournament!"

"Grade One Class Five, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Gu Yue!"

"Versus!"

"Grade One Class Four, Jialong, Lin Zunyuan, Musi!"

"The match..."

"Begins!"

The echo of the word "begins" still lingered in the air.

The trio from Class Four finally shed some of their casual demeanor.

Jialong let out a low roar: "Martial Soul Possession!"

A white, ten-year Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.

His body visibly swelled, muscles bulging, fingernails elongating and sharpening, exuding the fierce aura of a wolf-type beast martial soul.

Lin Zunyuan also quickly raised the wooden staff in his hand, a white Soul Ring also lighting up. The tip of the staff glowed with a faint red light, and a buffing beam quickly shot towards Jialong.

"Power Boost!"

Jialong felt his strength instantly increase, and his confidence grew slightly.

"Musi! Cover my flank!" Jialong roared, exerting force with his legs, about to charge towards Class Five's formation.

And that chestnut-haired girl, Musi, seemed to have only just managed to pull her attention away from the immense disappointment of Yao Chuan not being present.

She summoned her martial soul with a slight delay.

A faint white Soul Ring flashed.

A pair of small metal gauntlets appeared in her hands.

Martial Soul: Gauntlets (Agility Attack Type).

She appeared somewhat absent-minded.

"I know, I know, you're so annoying..." Musi mumbled, reluctantly getting into position, her gaze still drifting towards the contestant seats.

Just as the trio from Class Four completed their martial soul release, their formation not yet fully set, and their tactical intentions only existing in Jialong's mind.

An unexpected change occurred!

From the direction of Class Five's formation!

A figure!

Moved!

It was Gu Yue!

She didn't even wait for Tang Wulin and Xie Xie to move first, as she usually did!

The moment Long Hengxu shouted "Begins!"

The moment Jialong roared "Martial Soul Possession!", Lin Zunyuan's staff just lit up, Musi's gauntlets were just put on, and Kong Hanwen's faint hope of "there's still a chance" just ignited!

Gu Yue moved!

No warm-up!

No probing!

No precursor to her Soul Ring lighting up!

Her figure vanished from her spot like a phantom.

No!

She didn't vanish!

She was too fast!

So fast that ordinary eyes could barely track her!

Her entire body transformed into an icy bolt of lightning, her target aimed directly at the center of Class Four's formation—Musi, who was still daydreaming!

"Wind!"

The cold, low shout seemed to emanate from the netherworld.

A violent whirlwind erupted from the flat surface of the arena!

This wind was not an indiscriminate attack; it coiled with precision toward Lin Zunyuan and the staff in his hand!

Lin Zunyuan felt an irresistible, overwhelming force slam violently into his staff!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out!

The red beam of light he was using to amplify his power was instantly severed!

A large chunk of his wooden staff was shredded by invisible wind blades!

Lin Zunyuan himself was sent reeling by the sudden storm, stumbling backward; forget about buffing his teammates, he was lucky just to keep his footing.

"What?!"

Jialong's charging momentum was abruptly cut short by the mishap befalling his companion, and his expression turned to one of shock.

What was happening?

Elemental control?

Instant casting?

Without even lighting up a Soul Ring?

Wasn't this girl a Support-type?

His shock had only just begun.

Gu Yue's attacks were like the tide, one wave rising before the previous one had even subsided.

"Ice!"

The second word was spat out coldly.

Target: Jialong!

Crackle—

A teeth-grinding sound of freezing echoed through the air.

A thick, incredibly slick layer of solid ice instantly condensed on the hard ground beneath Jialong's feet!

Furthermore, the speed at which the ice spread was astonishing!

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Jialong's mind, his combat instincts screaming at him to jump away immediately.

But his enhanced weight and the momentum of his forward charge became his greatest obstacles in that moment.

Thud!

His feet slipped!

Jialong's massive frame completely lost its balance, and like a mountain out of control, he crashed hard onto the ice, sprawling in a heap.

Utterly wretched!

"Ah!"

Musi was finally jolted awake by the massive crashing sound beside her.

She watched the rapidly shifting situation before her in terror.

Her two teammates, who had been full of confidence just moments ago, were now in shambles—one with a shattered staff and spinning head, the other sprawled out in a daze.

And that figure radiating a terrifying chill had already rushed before her like a reaper coming to claim a life!

Cold eyes locked onto her!

There was no emotion in those eyes, only a pure, bone-chilling frost.

Musi was scared out of her wits!

She finally realized what kind of existence she had provoked!

"You... don't come over here!"

She screamed, frantically raising her gauntlet-clad arms in an attempt to block.

"Rock!"

Gu Yue spat out the third word.

This time, the target was clear—the ground beneath Musi's feet!

Boom!

A muffled sound erupted!

Without any warning, the arena floor beneath Musi arched violently upward!

It was as if a slumbering earth dragon had turned over!

A massive, incredibly hard rock platform thrust violently upward!

"Ah--!"

Musi let out a shrill, piercing scream.

She was launched into the air by this immense force without a shred of resistance!

Like a soccer ball struck with tremendous power!

She soared a full three or four meters off the ground!

Completely losing all control over her body!

Flailing her arms and legs in mid-air, she was filled with helplessness and terror.

And it wasn't over yet!

Gu Yue stood where she was, not even bothering to look up at the screaming, falling Musi.

She simply extended her fair, slender fingers toward the panic-stricken figure in the air and made a light, grasping motion.

"Crush!"

Boom!

The massive rock platform that had lifted Musi, at this single word from Gu Yue, acted as if manipulated by an invisible giant hand!

It slammed inward!

Like two colossal millstones!

It viciously clamped down on Musi just as she began to descend!

Bang!!!

A dull, heart-stopping thud echoed out!

Gravel sprayed everywhere!

Dust filled the air!

Musi's shrill screaming came to an abrupt halt!

The rock slab had clamped onto her with precision, stopping short of a lethal crush (Gu Yue still knew how to measure her strength), but the immense impact and the binding effect left her instantly breathless, seeing stars, and completely stripped of any ability to resist.

She looked like a relief carving embedded in a wall.

The entire process...

Flowed like moving clouds and running water!

Fast as lightning!

From the moment Long Hengxu shouted "Begin," to Gu Yue unleashing an Elemental Storm to blow away Lin Zunyuan, to freezing Jialong and causing him to fall, and finally using the rock to lift and clamp Musi...

It was all done in one breath!

There wasn't a single pause!

Gu Yue hadn't even moved from her spot; she hadn't taken a single step!

Throughout the entire ordeal, she had only moved her lips and her fingers!

Her three opponents...

Assault-type Jialong: Lying on the ground, dazed from the fall.

Support-type Lin Zunyuan: Blown away by the wind, completely disoriented.

Agility-type Musi: Clamped in mid-air by the rocks, eyes rolling back, on the verge of passing out.

Time...

Exactly ten seconds!

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone had their mouths agape, eyes wide as copper bells.

Whether they were students or teachers watching the match.

Whether they had believed Class Five was destined to lose or had been looking forward to their performance.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This... what was this?

What just happened?

Were their eyes playing tricks on them?

That girl named Gu Yue...

What had she done?

How did she do that?

She didn't even show her Soul Rings!

Those three from Class Four... were they made of paper? Or were they just playing along with Gu Yue in a farce?

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were still in their attacking stances.

Their faces were a picture of astonishment.

Tang Wulin's fists were still clenched, his eyes wide open.

The phantom of the Light Dragon Dagger in Xie Xie's hand had only half coalesced, his mouth agape wide enough to swallow a goose egg.

They were both dumbfounded.

It was... over just like that?

Were the two of us... just here to be background props?

Xie Xie stiffly turned his head to look at Tang Wulin.

"Wu... Wulin..."

"Should we... cheer her on or something?"