Huo Wu's challenge was direct.
Tang San accepted just as quickly.
Early the next morning, while Grandmaster was still arranging the lineup, Tang San placed the wooden plaque bearing his name at the very front.
"Are you sure?" Grandmaster asked.
"Blazing Fire Academy wants to wear me down with one opponent after another." Tang San straightened his cuffs. "Good. I want to see how far I can go."
Bai Jin leaned against the doorway, drinking soy milk. He laughed. "It's good for young people to have energy. Just remember to walk back on your own afterward. Nobody's carrying you today."
Xiao Wu immediately hurled a steamed bun at him.
Bai Jin tilted his head, caught it in one hand, and took a bite. "Thanks."
Tang San was used to this. He kept his head down and checked his Hidden Weapons without joining in.
The Promotion Tournament used a Round-Robin Format, putting individual ability and endurance on full display. Blazing Fire Academy had placed Huo Wushuang first, clearly intending to drain Tang San from the opening match. Huo Wushuang's aim was just as simple: injure Tang San as badly as possible before Huo Wu took the stage.
The Referee had barely announced the start when Huo Wushuang's Single-Horned Fire Tyrannosaur merged with him.
A scorching wave of heat rushed forward, swiftly warping the air above the platform. He charged Tang San, leaving dark-red footprints with every step. His Fourth Soul Ring had yet to light up, but his dragon claw was already sweeping toward Tang San's throat with a fierce gust.
Blue Silver Grass slid across the ground.
Huo Wushuang was ready. He threw out both arms, and flames erupted with a roar. Several strands of Blue Silver Grass burned to ash on the spot, but more vines emerged behind the