The Grand Competition Reaches its Climax, Lin Hui vs. Tang San!

Tang San, however, was completely oblivious to all of this, his attention entirely fixed on Xiao Wu beside him.

"Xiao Wu, I won too!" Tang San stepped off the arena, looking as if he were seeking Xiao Wu's praise.

"Third Brother... you... you were very impressive too..." Xiao Wu stammered, seemingly reluctant to engage with him. "It's just, could you go a little easier on our classmates?"

"But he was clearly insulting us commoner spirit masters," Tang San replied, feeling perfectly justified.

After all, in his past life within the Tang Sect, he had specialized in hidden weapons and poisons, and the Tang Sect's ideology was naturally that those who followed him would prosper, while those who opposed him would perish.

Teacher Li Chun sighed. "But Tang San's strikes were indeed far too heavy..."

Yu Xiaogang immediately cut in. "You cannot say that. This is a competition, after all; it is inevitable that students will get injured. Besides, Tang San's actions did not violate any of the competition rules."

"Even so..." Li Chun could not refute Yu Xiaogang's words, as Tang San had indeed followed the rules.

"But Tang San, he didn't even seem to use his first spirit skill just now!" the sixty-year-old teacher suddenly noticed something unusual.

"Now that you mention it... you're right!" another teacher chimed in.

The entire faculty was stunned.

"This is a spirit skill, after all. Even if it is only the first one, how could someone possibly counter it with pure physical strength?"

"Given Tang San's current state, he is indeed capable of defeating his opponents without using his first spirit skill," Yu Xiaogang interjected again, wearing an air of extreme confidence.

He hadn't actually expected Tang San to refrain from using his first spirit skill, but he spoke with a tone that suggested it was all within his calculations.

If he didn't showcase the power of Tang San's first spirit skill, how could he prove the brilliance of himself as a teacher?

This was the one thing that slightly annoyed Yu Xiaogang.

Perhaps Tang San was trying to conserve his strength to catch Lin Hui or Xiao Wu off guard later?

He would just have to wait for Tang San to use the skill in the upcoming matches, thereby indirectly proving his own worth as a mentor.

Next, a large group of students took turns on the stage.

When it was finally time for Lin Hui to step up, the eyes of the entire arena converged on him once more.

"Between him and Tang San, who is actually stronger?" even Wang Sheng was curious.

After taking the stage, Lin Hui continued to rely solely on basic martial arts while facing his opponents.

Although Lin Hui's movements were not as fluid as Tang San's, nor as agile as Xiao Wu's, his physical constitution was significantly stronger than that of the average student.

Coupled with the fact that his opponent only possessed a ten-year spirit ring, he secured his victory with ease.

"Unbelievable, Lin Hui didn't use his first spirit skill either!" the sixty-year-old teacher exclaimed again.

"At this rate, we might only find out who is stronger between Lin Hui and Tang San once they face each other!" a female teacher cried out.

Seeing that neither Lin Hui nor Tang San had used their first spirit skills, Xiao Wu said, feeling somewhat exasperated, "Why are neither of you using your first spirit skills? You've made me use mine already, hmph!"

"It's so annoying!"

Seeing the two of them hogging the spotlight, Xiao Wu felt a twinge of irritation.

"Xiao Wu, I'll tell you the effect of my first spirit skill now, okay..." Tang San, not wanting to upset her, prepared to explain.

However, he was interrupted by a dry cough.

"Ahem—"

Tang San looked toward the sound and saw it was Yu Xiaogang, so he held his tongue.

"Little San, since you have already planned ahead, wait for the appropriate moment to reveal it. Do not let all your efforts go to waste," Yu Xiaogang said.

Seeing the rift between Tang San and Xiao Wu, Lin Hui had an idea.

Lin Hui walked over to Xiao Wu and whispered something in her ear.

Tang San couldn't hear what was said, but he saw Xiao Wu's ears perk up, her face gradually showing surprise, and even the corners of her mouth slowly curling upward.

"Are you serious? Your first spirit skill can really produce that effect?"

Lin Hui patted Xiao Wu's shoulder. "Of course. You'll see for yourself in a moment."

Seeing the two growing closer, Tang San became even more incensed. His face darkened, he gritted his teeth, and his hands, hanging at his sides, were balled into tight fists—he was practically drowning in jealousy.

Lin Hui could smell the sourness from a distance, but seeing Tang San in such distress, he remained calm on the outside while secretly gloating on the inside.

Of course, this was just an appetizer; the real misery was yet to come!

Provoked by these events, Tang San's subsequent strikes became increasingly ruthless.

Two students were beaten until they coughed up blood, three suffered broken bones, and the final few were so terrified that they simply surrendered the moment they faced him.

In Lin Hui's matches, even though his techniques weren't particularly fierce, he always managed to win after a brief exchange.

Furthermore, he always held back his strength; even when his opponents lost, they suffered at most minor injuries.

As a result, by comparison, Lin Hui's reputation began to improve steadily.

"Tang San is far too ruthless; we're all classmates, is there any need for that?"

"Exactly, we aren't his enemies!"

"If you ask me, he's nowhere near Lin Hui when it comes to character!"

"If Lin Hui faces him, I really hope he beats him until he coughs up blood, just to let him taste what it's like to be humiliated..." said a tall student. He was the one who had conceded the moment he stepped onto the stage, knowing he was no match for Tang San and fearing a beating.

Lin Hui walked toward the arena, and as he passed the tall student, he rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment.

"I've received your well-wishes."

The tall student froze, watching only Lin Hui's straight back as he walked further and further away.

Most of the students watching from below had already begun to hope that Lin Hui would defeat Tang San.

Soon, the final four of the First-Year Grand Competition were decided.

They were Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng, Tang San, and Lin Hui.

"Next match, Tang San versus Lin Hui!" shouted Teacher Li Chun.

As soon as those words were called out, the atmosphere below the stage instantly reached a fever pitch.

After all, this was the battle everyone had been anticipating!

Teacher Li Chun's heart was in his throat. "Tang San... he wouldn't be so ruthless to Lin Hui as well, would he?"

However, Yu Xiaogang wore an exceptionally satisfied smile.

"Tang San, defeat him, overcome him, humiliate him!"

"It's this brat Lin Hui who has questioned my theories in class time and time again!"

"As long as you defeat him, and since you are my disciple, those rumors will collapse without a fight!"

"I want that brat to know the consequences of being ungrateful and opposing us!"

At this moment, ten thousand evil thoughts were churning in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He was so desperate to prove himself that he had long since abandoned all scruples!

Lin Hui stepped onto the arena, and soon, he saw Tang San walk up and stand directly opposite him.