Wu Zhangkong raised a hand.
The noise in the classroom cut off abruptly, as though someone had strangled it.
His gaze slowly swept across every face.
"Lin An, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, and Tang Wuling—you have been selected for this Class Advancement Tournament."
He paused.
His lips pressed together slightly, as if he were swallowing words he did not want to say.
"Lin An took first place in the last monthly assessment. Do any of you have objections to his selection for this Class Advancement Tournament?"
The words fell.
The entire classroom sank into dead silence.
Zhou Changxi's eyes widened sharply, and his mouth opened and closed.
The textbook in Yun Xiao's hands nearly fell to the floor. Her expression looked as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head.
No.
Why the hell?
Nearly everyone recalled the scenes from the monthly assessment at the same time—
Lin An had stood on the arena without moving so much as a finger.
His opponent had stepped on a wet patch while charging, slipped, and knocked himself unconscious.
Another agility-type Soul Master had been struck by a bolt of lightning while moving at high speed, convulsing as he collapsed on the spot.
The opponents in the third and fourth matches had been even more ridiculous.
After casually firing off a few skills and missing, they had immediately surrendered.
From beginning to end, Lin An had merely stood there, watching everything happen like an outsider.
And during physical training?
He would be gasping and clutching his waist after only two laps, his face as white as paper.
He looked so frail that people suspected a slightly stronger gust of wind could blow him away.
His cultivation level of twenty-two seemed fake. There was no sign whatsoever of practical combat