After the typhoon passed through Eastsea City, the air carried an extreme crispness, as though it had been washed clean by water.
Along both sides of the road, broken branches had already been cleared away and piled to one side by the academy's maintenance staff. Pools of water in low-lying areas reflected the deep blue sky and the seven-colored rainbow that had yet to completely fade.
Tang Linyuan and Wu Zhangkong walked side by side through the gates of Eastsea Academy.
The campus broadcast was repeatedly playing an announcement that the final battle of the Class Promotion Tournament was about to begin.
Rousing music echoed between the teaching buildings, instantly igniting the campus atmosphere that had been quiet for seven days.
"It should be starting soon." Tang Linyuan glanced up at the enormous clock in the direction of the field.
His current appearance was exceptionally eye-catching.
Underneath, he wore a black training uniform that had long since been ripped into strips by the gale. The fabric was stiff, crusted with sea salt crystals and dark-red blood scabs.
Over it, he wore Wu Zhangkong's immaculate pure-white long coat.
The coat's hem and sleeves were a little too long for him, so he had casually rolled them up.
Blood and white robes, the smell of the sea and an icy aura.
Two utterly different qualities blended perfectly on him, giving off a killing intent that made others afraid to look directly at him.
Wu Zhangkong glanced at him without slowing his pace.
"Perfect timing. We'll go to the arena first. We can deal with washing up and changing clothes after watching the match."
The two crossed the tree-lined path and headed straight for the Intermediate Division Arena.
The area around the competition platform was packed with people today.
Grade One Class Five,