The Enduring Ye Fan

The battle pairings were finished.

Ye Fan and Ye Guyi's first match was against Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu.

Before they even went on, Ye Fan said to Ye Guyi, "Sister, I'll be counting on you later. I'm saving myself to ambush the opponents afterward."

After saying that, Ye Fan even pretended to cough. "Heh heh heh."

Hearing this, Ye Guyi shot Ye Fan a glare, but she did not say anything more.

Ye Guyi protected Ye Fan as they walked to their battle arena.

In the arena, Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu were already in position.

Both sides reported their personal information.

First, Wang Shaojie's side announced, "Martial soul, Purple Dragon. Rank 32 Soul Elder."

Zi Mu said, "Martial soul, Purple Forest Wood. Rank 33 Soul Elder."

Then Ye Guyi likewise announced, "Martial soul, Holy Angel. Rank 36 Soul Elder."

As for Ye Fan, he reported weakly, "Martial soul, Death Angel. Rank 26 Great Soul Master."

Before Ye Fan had even finished, Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu exchanged a glance and had already released their martial souls.

Before the words had faded, biting soul power exploded outward. Around Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu, a cold metallic gleam instantly appeared, and layered soul tool patterns fitted close to their bodies lit up with glowing violet streams.

Wang Shaojie's gaze was sharp as he warned Zi Mu in a low voice, certain that Ye Fan was gravely injured and weak, not worth fearing.

Zi Mu nodded in acknowledgment and swiftly raised his hand to switch the soul tools on his body, replacing all his assault-type devices with heavy defensive and binding-type soul tools. Plant-based soul power coiled around him, ready at any moment to set up a defensive confinement formation and firmly protect their lineup.

On the other side, Ye Fan let his body droop. He looked feeble, yet a sly glint hid in his eyes as he sneered and told Ye Guyi, "Sister, their target will probably be me later. Just go all out and take them down."

Seeing how confident he looked, Ye Guyi suppressed the worries in her heart and no longer hesitated.

Brilliant, holy white light suddenly erupted. The Holy Angel martial soul burst into full bloom, pure white wings spreading wide as streams of light wound around her body.

Holding a close-combat soul tool, wrapped in surging soul power, she moved like a streak of light tearing through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum as she charged fiercely toward the two-man formation.

When Wang Shaojie saw this, he immediately called to Zi Mu, "Full defense."

Zi Mu's rank-three defensive barrier lit up in response. Unfortunately, he had underestimated the strength of Ye Guyi's attack.

With just one strike, Zi Mu's defensive barrier shattered.

Seeing that Ye Guyi's sword was about to cut him down, Zi Mu gritted his teeth and summoned the true form of his martial soul to forcibly withstand Ye Guyi's fierce assault.

It was also at this moment that Wang Shaojie saw Zi Mu had already drawn Ye Guyi's fire. He forcefully activated his martial soul, "Purple Dragon," while aiming all of his long-range soul tools at Ye Fan.

As he spoke, the long-range soul cannons around Wang Shaojie poured out wildly like fire dragons.

"Ye Fan, you thief! Today, I'll make you pay the price!"

Wang Shaojie roared madly while firing his soul tools.

When Ye Fan saw Wang Shaojie's Purple Dragon martial soul, he sighed in amazement. "No wonder this kid is always so arrogant and lecherous. So it's because he has a dragon-type martial soul."

"He really does have the capital to be arrogant."

"But unfortunately, the one you ran into today is me."

Amid his amazement, Ye Fan flapped his Death Angel wings, dodging every round of Wang Shaojie's cannon fire at extreme speed.

Seeing that Ye Fan chose to dodge rather than defend, Wang Shaojie became more and more convinced that Ye Fan was seriously injured.

So, to seize this chance to defeat Ye Fan head-on, Wang Shaojie shouted at the constantly dodging Ye Fan, "Ye Fan, if you're a man, stop running!"

At first, Ye Fan pretended to be deaf and ignored him, but as time went on, Wang Shaojie's insults grew more and more vicious. "Ye Fan, you coward!"

"Ye Fan, if you're a man, come cut me down!"

In the end, Ye Fan really did stop in midair, quietly waiting for Wang Shaojie to chase after him.

When Wang Shaojie saw Ye Fan stop flying, he was instantly overjoyed and directly controlled the Purple Dragon to grab toward Ye Fan.

In response, Ye Fan neither dodged nor evaded. Just as Wang Shaojie's face filled with disbelief, a streak of sword light flashed past and slashed viciously onto Wang Shaojie's Invincible Barrier.

The Invincible Barrier shattered in response. Wang Shaojie was sent flying backward by the tremendous force of the sword light and crashed to the ground.

Only then did Wang Shaojie clearly see who had come. "It's you, Ye Guyi."

"Weren't you fighting Zi Mu?"

At this moment, Wang Shaojie turned his head to look toward Zi Mu nearby and discovered that Ye Guyi had already beaten him beyond recognition.

Only then did he realize that he had been taken in by Ye Fan all along.

"So Ye Fan's strategy all along was to use speed to hold me back, then have Ye Guyi quickly deal with Zi Mu before turning around to handle me."

Wang Shaojie thought this to himself.

Seeing that Ye Guyi's sword was about to fall, Wang Shaojie said very simply, "We concede."

As Wang Shaojie's voice fell, Lin Jiayi quickly arrived at their arena and announced, "The winners of this match are Ye Fan and Ye Guyi. They advance to the top eight."

At this, Ye Fan and Ye Guyi exchanged a glance and gave each other knowing smiles.

By contrast, Wang Shaojie looked at Ye Fan with a venomous expression and said, "Ye Fan, I'll be waiting to see what you look like when you lose later."

As he spoke, Wang Shaojie stepped forward to help Zi Mu up, while asking Lin Jiayi for leave. "Teacher, I'll take Zi Mu down to get his injuries treated first."

Hearing this, Lin Jiayi gave them a slight nod, tacitly permitting them to withdraw.

When Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu left, they deliberately walked over to the arena where Ju Zi and Keke were competing. Wang Shaojie called to Ju Zi and Keke on the field, "Ju Zi, Keke, Ye Fan is already badly injured. Remember to avenge us."

After saying that, they went to the arena where Ma Rulong and Chen Fei's match had already finished. Wang Shaojie whispered something to Chen Fei. Ma Rulong frowned slightly when he heard it, but did not stop them.

After that, he hurried on to the arenas where Xiao Xiafeng and Lin Xi, as well as Mijia and Li Yan, were, saying something to each of them. Only after finishing all this did he reluctantly take Zi Mu and leave the field.

This withdrawal perhaps meant he had completely lost his chance with Grade 3 Class 1, so both he and Zi Mu kept looking back.

On the field, Ju Zi and Keke, who were still competing, saw Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu leave, and their hearts wavered slightly. They knew that with Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu's results this time, they were destined to be sent down from Grade 3 Class 1 into an ordinary class.

Before Ju Zi and Keke could feel sad, their opponent's soul cannon was already flying toward Ju Zi, the main attacker between the two of them. At the critical moment, it was Keke who forcefully used an invincible barrier to help Ju Zi block the damage, saving them both from elimination.

Perhaps stimulated by Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu's defeat, Ju Zi and Keke erupted with extraordinary combat strength.

In the end, they won this match, advancing to the top eight under homeroom teacher Lin Jiayi's announcement. "The winners of this match, Ju Zi and Keke, advance to the top eight."

Very soon, the first round from sixteen to eight was fully completed.

The teams of Ye Fan, Ye Guyi, Xiao Hongchen, and Meng Hongchen all successfully advanced.

At the same time, strong teams such as Lin Xi and Xiao Xiafeng, Mijia and Li Yan, Ju Zi and Keke, as well as Ma Rulong and Chen Fei, all completed their advancement and entered the top eight.

And Ye Fan and Ye Guyi's next opponents were precisely Ju Zi and Keke's group.

Lin Jiayi signaled for everyone to rest for half a quarter-hour, then the assessment continued.

Ye Fan and Ye Guyi once again walked into the arena.

Ju Zi and Keke looked furiously at Ye Fan and Ye Guyi, the two who had eliminated Wang Shaojie and Zi Mu.

Keke, in particular, even made a harsh threat. "Ye Fan, I know the secret of your injury."

"Just wait to die later."

Hearing this, Ye Fan wanted to laugh, but forcibly held it in.

Ye Guyi wanted to laugh too, but Ye Fan forcefully held her arm down and stopped her.