Tang Wulin.
He was wearing a slightly wrinkled school uniform, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his hair was a little messy. He had obviously just come back.
But his eyes are bright.
There was a certain light shining in those big eyes at this moment.
He ran to Wu Zhangkong, stopped, and panted slightly.
"Teacher Wu, I'm back."
Wu Zhangkong looked at him and said nothing.
Xie Xie has already rushed forward.
"Where have you gone?!" He punched Tang Wulin on the shoulder, "I haven't been able to find anyone since last night. I thought something happened to you!"
Tang Wulin was shaken by his beating, but a smile appeared on his face.
"I went to the Blacksmith's Association." He said, "Something happened and I was delayed."
Xie Xie was stunned for a moment.
"Blacksmith's Association? What are you doing there?"
Tang Wulin did not answer.
He just looked at Wu Zhangkong.
"Teacher Wu, I can play."
he said.
The tone was calm but firm.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him.
Look at the wrinkles on his body, the beads of sweat on his forehead, and his amazingly bright eyes.
There was silence for two seconds.
"Hmm."
he said.
Tang Wulin smiled.
That smile carried a kind of relief.
He turned around, walked to Xie Xie, and stood still.
Xie Xie looked at him and wanted to ask more, but in the end he just shook his head.
"Just come back." He said.
Tang Wulin nodded.
He raised his head and looked towards the arena.
Look at the dark crowd.
Look at the golden figure standing at the front of the team - Zhong Shenxiu.
Tang Wulin turned to look at Gu Yue next to Zhong Shenxiu.
The black figure was standing behind Zhong Shenxiu, his long black hair gently blowing in the evening breeze.
She tilted her head and looked at Zhong Shenxiu's side face with dark eyes.
Focus.
entranced.
It was as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
It's very beautiful. The person staying next to her is not him.
Tang Wulin pursed her lips.
He clenched his fists.
Last night, at the Blacksmith's Association.
He achieved the most important breakthrough in his life.
Under the guidance of "Old Tang", he took the required spiritual objects and finally broke through the first bloodline seal of Golden Dragon King.
Golden Dragon King Bloodline, the first level, awakening.
He could feel himself getting stronger.
The strength is stronger, the body is stronger, and Soul Power grows accordingly.
More importantly, he finally understood his own path.
He is not a waste.
He is not a backdrop that can only stand behind others.
What flows in his body is the power of Golden Dragon King.
That power is enough to put him on par with anyone.
Even--beyond.
Tang Wulin Take a deep breath.
He looked at Gu Yue, then at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there with his arms folded across his chest, his back straight, his light golden vertical pupils looking at the ring, his face expressionless.
From beginning to end, he only glanced at Tang Wulin.
Just one glance.
Then look away.
It's like it doesn't matter whether Tang Wulin comes back.
It's like it's the same with or without him.
Tang Wulin knows, this is not arrogance.
This is true.
With Zhong Shenxiu's strength, he could kill Class One in front of him alone.
Even going all the way to the fourth and fifth grade.
He doesn't need teammates at all.
He alone is enough.
Tang Wulin clenched his fists and slowly loosened them.
Yes.
Now is not the time.
He's not strong enough yet.
But he already has a direction.
Have a goal.
There is a way to become stronger.
One day--
One day, he can truly stand beside Gu Yue.
Not standing behind Zhong Shenxiu, not standing in the crowd looking up.
But side by side.
Stand next to her and let her see you.
Tang Wulin withdrew his gaze and looked towards the ring.
The most important thing now is to play this game well.
Wu Zhangkong glanced at Tang Wulin expressionlessly.
Just a glance.
Then he nodded.
The nod was so small that it was almost invisible.
But Tang Wulin saw it.
He straightened his back.
Wu Zhangkong turned to Long Hengxu and opened the door.
"The number of participants in our class remains unchanged."
His voice was cold and without any fluctuation.
"It's still four people."
Long Hengxu nodded and turned to the direction of Class One.
"First grade Class One also invites four people to fight."
Ye Yingluo stands in front of Class One's team.
She was wearing a simple and elegant dress, her hair was shawl-length, and she had a pretty face.
But at this moment, she had a complicated expression on her face.
There is helplessness, there is relief, there is - some kind of resignation.
She knows the outcome of this game.
Everyone knows it.
The geniuses of Class One are nothing in front of Zhong Shenxiu.
But--
"Okay."
she said.
The voice is very calm.
Long Hengxu raise your hand.
"Students from both sides enter the venue."
On the arena.
Four figures stood still.
Class One This way.
Wang Jinxi stands at the front.
He is tall, has a stern face, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.
Martial Soul, Bone Dragon King.
Level 24 Power Attack System Soul Grandmaster.
Standing on his left is Zhang Yangzi.
He has a slender figure and a cold temperament.
Martial Soul, Dark Phantom Eagle.
Level 23 Agility Attack System Soul Grandmaster.
Standing on his right side is Wei Xiaofeng.
His body is agile and his eyes are like snakes.
Martial Soul, Green Shadow Snake.
Level 22 Agility Attack System Soul Grandmaster.
Standing at the very back is Du Zheng.
He looked pale and held an ice blue long bow.
Martial Soul, Ice Soul Bow.
Eighteenth level control system Soul Master.
The positions of the four people are well-proportioned.
Defense, output, control, remote.
The configuration of Class One is as perfect as ever.
Class Five This way.
Zhong Shenxiu stands at the front.
Gu Yue is standing behind him on the left side.
Tang Wulin is standing behind and to his right.
Xie Xie stands at the end.
The positioning of four people is very simple.
Zhong Shenxiu is alone in front.
Three other people stood behind him.
It's like--
As long as he is in front, the people behind don't have to do anything.
Offstage.
The crowd started talking.
"Class One over there, Wang Jinxi, Bone Dragon King, level twenty-four!"
"Zhang Yangzi is also twenty-three. Dark Phantom Eagle is said to be extremely fast."
"Wei Xiaofeng is also twenty-two, Green Shadow Snake, poison type Martial Soul."
"Although Du Zheng is only level 18, Ice Soul Bow's control ability is very strong."
"This configuration is very powerful."
"What's the use of being strong? Class Five, that Zhong Shenxiu, can destroy the defense system of level 18 with just one finger."
"That's Iron-Armored Rhino, Bone Dragon King is not comparable to Iron-Armored Rhino."
"Level 24 versus level 21, there's a difference of three levels."
"What is level three? Didn't you watch Zhong Shenxiu's game that day? One person beat four, and they were all instant kills."
Those comments floated into my ears and were blown away by the evening breeze.
On the arena.
Long Hengxu stood on the edge of the ring and raised his hands.
His eyes scanned both sides.
Finally it fell on Zhong Shenxiu.
That angular face, those light golden vertical pupils, and that tall and straight figure.
A nine-year-old child.
But it made him, the dean of students, feel a little bit of pressure.
Long Hengxu Take a deep breath.
"Game--"
He paused.
"Start!"