Tang Wulin noticed that the Light Dragon Dagger in Xie Xie's hand seemed a size smaller than before.
But that did not mean it had weakened.
On the contrary, the light on the Dagger no longer blazed outward with its former dazzling glare. It had become far more restrained, its keen edge concealed within. The golden blade looked more solid, fine patterns clearly visible across its surface, as though light flowed slowly deep within those lines.
Its aura was sharper than before, too.
It felt as though merely drawing near would leave one's skin sliced open by an invisible blade.
Two rings?
First Grade's Class Five actually had a two-ring student, too?
Long Hengxu, who had just retreated to the edge of the Competition Platform, froze.
First Grade's Class One had three Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters because they were the strongest class of new students, the Academy's focus from the start. But what was First Grade's Class Five?
That was the class originally relegated to the very bottom.
And now Class Five actually had a two-ring student?
Long Hengxu's face burned, as though someone had slapped him hard in front of everyone.
Wu Changkong, oh, Wu Changkong.
You really are something.
At the sight of the two yellow soul rings beneath Xie Xie's feet, cheers instantly erupted from First Grade's Class Five.
Over the past few days, they had grown accustomed to being looked down on. But now the two soul rings around Xie Xie were like a resounding retort, smashing every doubt right back.
On the platform, light and shadow flashed.
Xie Xie and Wei Xiaofeng had already closed in.
Xie Xie's expression was cold. He drove off his feet again, turning into a streak of golden light that traced an arc close to the ground as he bore down