Class Promotion Tournament

The instant Tang Wulin swallowed the mixture, his eyes began to redden, and his body trembled slightly.

He dropped to his knees, his hands and feet spasming, his face twisted in unbearable agony.

This pain was even more intense than the pain Tang Wulin had suffered during his original awakening.

After all, this absorption phase had come far earlier than it had in his original timeline.

His current strength was only a little above Rank 10, much weaker than before.

Chen Ye showed no expression as he watched Tang Wulin collapse to the ground, struggle, and even fall unconscious.

His figure silently appeared before Tang Wulin, and he simply stood there, quietly observing him.

Then, an almost terrifying divine sense suddenly erupted from Tang Wulin's body. It belonged to Tang San.

That divine sense was filled with disbelief.

Because in that instant, he had not sensed Chen Ye's arrival at all.

"Ah, you're still lacking a little. You're only a partial divine-sense avatar. If you were your true body, you would naturally have noticed me easily."

"Gu Yue found it easy to notice me. In the end, you're still not good enough."

Chen Ye looked calmly at Tang Wulin and smiled. The owner of that divine sense had clearly realized Chen Ye was speaking to him.

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded from within Tang Wulin's body. "Who are you? Why have you appeared here? He should have no grudge against you, should he?"

"And what do you mean by this Gu Yue you mentioned? Is she a God King? Do you know what a God King means?"

Old Tang's tone carried a trace of coldness—or rather, the intimidating presence of a God King.

Yet Chen Ye merely looked at him, without even the slightest change in expression.

"Of course she's a God King. Gu Yue is the Silver Dragon King. Didn't you know?"

"You personally left the Golden Dragon King's power inside your son's body so he could remain here."

"Unfortunately, the greatest unexpected factor was that Gu Yue, the Silver Dragon King, was also hidden on the Douluo Continent."

"Only, in the original timeline, she would fall in love with your son. But now, she won't."

Chen Ye shook his head as he spoke, looking rather regretful.

As his pale hand extended, his beautiful eyes turned into pale golden vertical pupils in an instant.

At the sight of Chen Ye's eyes, Old Tang's divine sense suddenly shook. But the power he had left behind was simply too little.

That power could barely sustain his awakening and had no great use.

Even so, he could still wield a portion of it.

Just as Old Tang prepared to gather a terrifying spiritual attack and strike Chen Ye, he suddenly discovered that his consciousness had been instantly emptied.

He instinctively forgot the memory of the previous second. Then, in the next second, a pale hand had already lightly settled on Tang Wulin's abdomen.

As a strange sensation flickered, Old Tang's consciousness instantly vanished—or rather, fell completely asleep.

Meanwhile, Chen Ye stood there calmly, holding a cluster of golden light in his hand. The glowing cluster floated above his palm.

As he raised his hand slightly, an incomparably illusory figure of Tang San appeared before him.

"Still not enough. There's too little divine sense. I could directly imagine a Tang San into existence and then stuff the divine sense into him."

"But that still wouldn't be real enough. This is more realistic."

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the Tang San before him. Then, with a casual tap, he imagined the phantom of Tang San out of existence.

As he raised his hand, a strange black power streaked with red appeared. Chen Ye gently pressed it into Tang Wulin's forehead.

The extreme agony in Tang Wulin's eyes suddenly began to ease. His body gradually relaxed, and he lay there as though he had fallen asleep.

"Have a good sleep. Once you wake up, you'll be able to use the Golden Dragon King's power. I'm rather curious about that power myself."

Chen Ye muttered to himself, then took a step forward.

A door appeared before him. As it opened, he entered it, vanishing in an instant.

Tang Wulin lay where he was, as though he were having a beautiful dream. But just as his consciousness gradually settled down—

A strange totem quietly appeared on his forehead.

It resembled a cross, except its horizontal bar was positioned lower down, forming a somewhat strange inverted cross.

As the morning light rose in the sky and time passed second by second, Eastsea Academy once again came alive.

Many students began washing up and getting ready, especially the first-years. Excitement was written across many of their faces. Today was the Class Promotion Tournament.

Moreover, unlike previous Class Promotion Tournaments, Class Five was said to have produced several dark horses this time.

Thus, the academy made a special exception and allowed all students to watch the Class Promotion Tournament.

Inside Dormitory 206, Zhang Ziyang and Wang Jinxi were folding their blankets, while Chen Ye had already gotten out of bed.

His blanket was spread carelessly on the bed. In the end, Wei Xiaofeng helplessly folded it for him.

After washing up and getting dressed, the three had originally planned to head straight to the cafeteria. They had no intention of looking for Chen Ye.

Because Chen Ye usually ate with Tang Wulin and did not join them.

But unexpectedly, Chen Ye went with them today.

Looking at Chen Ye walking between the three of them, Wei Xiaofeng wore a hint of surprise on his face. "Brother Chen, you're eating with us today? You're not going with that Tang Wulin from Class Five?"

"Class Five is pretty strong this time. They might even make it far enough to face us. If I went with them, wouldn't that be awkward?"

"If they lose, don't go saying I deliberately sold out my teammates." Chen Ye looked at the three of them and teased them with a smile.

Wang Jinxi lowered his head and said nothing, while Zhang Ziyang and Wei Xiaofeng looked slightly embarrassed.

The three of them went to the cafeteria together, ate some steamed buns and fried dough sticks, then headed to the classroom.

When they arrived at the classroom, Ye Yingluo had not come yet, so Chen Ye directly organized the students to gather downstairs and go watch the Class Promotion Tournament.

Chen Ye's class was the last to arrive, but no one said anything.

After all, the current match was Class Five versus Class Four. They would first watch Class Five's performance, and only after Class Five finished would the other classes begin competing.

By the time Chen Ye and the others arrived, the members of Class Five and Class Four were already standing on the arena.

Wu Zhangkong stood on Class Five's side with his arms folded. His gaze swept around, but he did not spot Tang Wulin.

The match had already begun, so Wu Zhangkong could only send Yun Xiao, Xie Xie, and Zhou Changxi onto the stage.

Zhou Changxi was clearly a little nervous, especially whenever his gaze fell on Yun Xiao.

Over the past few days, forget bullying Yun Xiao—he had not even dared to interact with him.

But unlike what Zhou Changxi had expected, Yun Xiao had not bullied him.

It was just that the dormitory's cleaning and various chores were now handled by the four of them in turns, one person per day.

Just as Zhou Changxi was spacing out, the calm voice of the boy beside him slowly rang out. "Zhou Changxi, stop daydreaming. The match has started."