Time flew—five days vanished like smoke.
In that short span, Fang Yang's Class Zero dominated the Tianhai Alliance Grand Tournament, their strength shocking spectators and elites alike.
In the Singles competition:
- Xie Xie blurred across arenas—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps weaving golden flashes with Light Dragon Dagger.
- Tang Wulin shattered foes—Blue Silver Grass morphing from gentle vines to lethal chains, binding and crushing with terrifying synergy.
- Gu Yue commanded elements like a goddess—fireballs, ice spears, wind blades spiraling into apocalyptic storms at her fingertips.
- Zhang Yangzi plunged rivals into darkness, phantom illusions disorienting minds.
- Wang Jinxi became a bone-armored juggernaut, defense and offense perfected under his Bone Dragon King martial soul.
- Fang Yang? Never summoned his martial soul. Bare-handed, he dismantled every opponent—his casual strikes revealing chasms of power no one could bridge.
In the Three-Person Teams matches:
Tang Wulin and Gu Yue's squads swept rivals clean—tactics flawless, coordination seamless—victories as effortless as autumn winds scattering leaves.
"Honestly… not a single worthy opponent in this Youth Singles bracket," Xie Xie scoffed, arms crossed, arrogance dripping from every word.
Tang Wulin—rarely boastful—nodded in agreement. "True. None have forced us to go all out."
Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi exchanged glances, silently concurring.
As former rivals, they knew Class Zero's terror firsthand—that crushing gap that once left them helpless.
"What if you faced me?" Fang Yang spoke softly—silence shattered like glass.
His smile was gentle, yet oppression choked the air.
Xie Xie grimaced, shivering.
He remembered training days—Fang Yang's boot on his throat, power absolute…
Xu Xiaoyan smoothed tensions. "At this rate, the finals'll be all Class Zero!"
She winked playfully. "At least the championship stays with us!"
"I'm looking forward to it," Fang Yang smiled—a smile that froze blood.
Only Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan remained unshaken.
The others exchanged desperate glances, silent pact formed:
"Face Fang Yang or Gu Yue? Surrender instantly."
Why endure humiliation? Better to battle each other for silver!
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In the stands, whispers swirled:
"That's Donghai Academy? Unbelievable!"
"My kid's enrolling there next year!"
"Rumor says their captain hasn't even tried yet…"
Dean Long Hengxu beamed with pride.
"Dean Yu Zhen—you must promote me after this!"
His foresight in founding Class Zero now guaranteed Donghai's enrollment boom.
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Amidst the crowd:
- Ouyang Zixin watched Tang Wulin, cheeks flushed, heartbeat quickening.
- Mu Xi murmured "Wulin…", envy flickering as she saw her friend's adoration.
(As a Forging Association senior, she knew his talent—now his combat prowess awed her.)
- Liu Yuxin smiled knowingly. "My instincts were right…"
- Xu Xiaoyu clenched his fists, bitter realization dawning: "The gap between Fang Yang and me… is now unbridgeable despair."
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WHOOSH!
Ye Xinglan reappeared, golden hair blazing under sunlight.
"Fang Yang—prepare. You face me next!" she declared, blunt as a blade.
"What?"
Fang Yang blinked, surprised.
He hadn't expected this!
Ye Xinglan had petitioned organizers for a duel.
With Fang Yang's original opponent withdrawing, the schedule shifted—their clash was now official.
Fang Yang grimaced inwardly:
"Will I accidentally make her cry?"
As a Soul King with a Soul Core, Heavenly Flame's apocalyptic power made his true strength unfathomable.
Yet… her defiant eyes made refusal impossible.
"I accept your challenge," he nodded, anticipation glinting in his eyes.
Perhaps… this would be fun.
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Moments later—the arena awaited.
Ye Xinglan stood ready, not in Shrek greens—but a sun-yellow dress, radiant, breathtaking.
"Xinglan—you look stunning today," Fang Yang couldn't help but say.
Even he admitted—she turned heads.
The stands were surely mesmerized.
"Wha—?!"
Ye Xinglan blushed crimson, composure shattered.
No one had ever… complimented her like this on the eve of battle!
Her heart hammered, strange warmth flooding her chest.
"Is she… being flirted with?!" Xu Lizhi seethed below, eyes bloodshot, fists grinding.
"Ye Xinglan is MINE!" he raged silently, daring not approach.
He glared daggers at Fang Yang, wishing his stare could flay flesh.
The referee raised his voice:
"Three! Two! One! BEGIN!"
Silence fell—the world holding its breath.
Donghai Academy vs. Shrek Academy!
Genius versus genius!
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