Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Kong Hanwen, the homeroom teacher of Class 4, Grade 1, almost choked on his nose because of Wu Changkong's glare.

This guy is really arrogant beyond belief.

Yes, you're strong, but you're leading Class 5, the worst class. Even if you're incredibly capable, how much stronger can you really be?

Thinking of this, Kong Hanwen's smile became even more fake.

"Looks like Teacher Wu is very confident," he said sarcastically. "Then we'll see on the competition field."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards his class.

Wu Changkong stood still, his expression unchanged, though the corner of his lips seemed to twitch slightly.

Tang Wulin, who was standing closest, vaguely heard a word.

It doesn't sound like anything nice.

At this moment, Long Hengxu, the director of teaching, had already stepped onto the competition stage.

"Today, the promotion tournament officially begins." His voice, amplified by the soul-guided loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire playground. "The first match is between Class 5 of Grade 1 and Class 4 of Grade 1. Teacher Wu Changkong, have you confirmed how many students from your class will participate?"

Long Hengxu wasn't particularly interested in the first round of promotion matches for the lower grades. What he really wanted to see was what Wu Changkong had actually taught them over the past three months.

Wu Changkong nodded.

"Three people."

Long Hengxu turned his head to look at Class 4.

"Three students from Class 5 will be participating. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to select the participants."

Kong Hanwen still had a smile on his face, but there was now a hint of disdain in that smile.

"It doesn't matter who goes up against Class 5." He casually pointed to three people in the class, "Galon, Lin Zunyuan, Moss, the three of you go up. Remember, show the spirit of Class 4."

Wu Changkong, on the other hand, didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He simply raised his hand.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue have already stepped onto the competition stage.

Long Hengxu glanced at Wu Changkong again as he watched this scene.

Normally, a class like Class 5, which is generally weak, would try to reduce the number of players they send when challenging for a higher position, only sending out their two strongest players. But Wu Changkong sent three players, and he looked so calm that it seemed he didn't take the competition seriously at all.

Could it be that he really brought Class 5 out?

On Class Four's side, Galon, standing at the front, wasn't tall, but he was very sturdy, clearly a strength-type Soul Master. Lin Zunyuan was rather thin with long fingers, obviously not a close-combat type. Moss was of medium build, with the most lively eyes, looking like he was ready to pounce at any moment.

On Class 5's side, standing at the very front was Tang Wulin.

He stood at the very front of the three, and his position spoke volumes.

Main attack.

"Ready!"

The two stood fifty meters apart, and Long Hengxu raised his right hand high.

"The first match of the new school year's promotion tournament: Class 4 of Grade 1 vs. Class 5 of Grade 1—begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all three students in Class 4 of Grade 1 simultaneously released their martial spirits.

The three white spirit rings rose up almost simultaneously.

Galon let out a low growl and charged forward first. His body was noticeably stronger, his arms were much thicker, and his brownish-yellow pupils revealed a wildness; his martial soul was clearly a wolf-type offensive weapon.

Lin Zunyuan suddenly produced a slender staff in his hand, and with a flash of his first soul ring, a red light immediately fell on Galon.

The yellow in Galon's eyes was instantly stained with blood, and his aura surged, making his charge even more ferocious.

Moss then swayed and hid behind Galon, pressing forward.

One offensive attacker, one agile attacker, and one support.

Their coordination was perfect, and they had clearly practiced.

Looking at Class 5, however, the situation was completely different.

They didn't release their spirit rings immediately; instead, they moved simultaneously.

It's not about defense, it's not about waiting, it's about rushing in.

Xie Xie was the fastest, his figure flashing past Tang Wulin almost to the side. He didn't head towards Galon in front, but instead cut in from the side, circling around to the rear, his target Lin Zunyuan.

"Moss!" Galon immediately shouted.

Moss, who was hiding behind him, changed direction without hesitation and chased after Xie Xie.

This is the correct response.

Support-type Soul Masters are most afraid of being approached by agility-type Soul Masters. Once Xie Xie gets close, Lin Zunyuan has no chance to stop him.

So now there are two scenarios on the field.

Xie Xie addressed Lin Zunyuan and Mo Si.

On the other hand, Galon was alone, facing off against Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

Galon was originally very confident.

He didn't think he couldn't stop them.

But this confidence began to waver the moment they actually got closer.

Because Tang Wulin was too calm.

There was no activation of spirit rings, no fancy moves, and not even an immediate manifestation of the martial spirit. It simply charged straight at him, and then, at the very moment it entered his attack line, delivered a punch.

That punch was nothing special.

It has no soul skills, no extra soul power glow, and looks even a bit too plain.

For some reason, Galon suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

He instinctively reached out to grab it.

As a power-attack type Soul Master, he was confident in his own strength. He wanted to catch Tang Wulin's punch first, and then take the opponent off balance.

But at that very moment, his feet suddenly stopped.

It wasn't a trap, nor was it freezing; rather, a very light breeze swept past his ankles, gently shifting his center of gravity by half an inch.

It's only half an inch.

But that's enough.

Galon's outstretched hand instantly veered off course.

Tang Wulin's punch had already arrived.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Galon was sent flying by the punch, losing his balance in mid-air and flying seven or eight meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

The students in Class 4 of Grade 1 were immediately stunned.

So fast?

Zhou Changxi, standing in the fifth class's line, subconsciously shrank his neck.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

The first time I saw Tang Wulin, he flew out like this.

Meanwhile, on Gu Yue's side, a tiny whirlwind and a newly risen earthy-yellow halo dissipated almost simultaneously. She didn't even take a second step; she simply stood there, as if she hadn't done anything at all.

Because on the other side, the battle ended much faster.

After bypassing Galon, Xie Xie instantly reached maximum speed.

Although Moss was also an agility-based attacker, the difference between him and Xie Xie was too obvious. Xie Xie didn't even bother to engage him; he simply changed direction and passed right in front of Moss.

By the time Moss reacted, Xie Xie was already in front of Lin Zunyuan.

With a flick of his dagger, Guanglong flipped the blade.

"Smack."

It wasn't a slash, but rather a tap on Lin Zunyuan's head with the back of a dagger.

not heavy.

But that was enough to make Long Hengxu speak.

"Lin Zunyuan is out!"

When the support fell, Moss panicked.

Xie Xie had already turned around.

The two men clashed with their short swords and daggers only once.

It really only happened once.

After a crisp clang, Xie Xie's figure had vanished from Moss's sight. The next moment, the cold Light Dragon Dagger gently pressed against Moss's neck from behind.

Moss froze, too afraid to move.

At this point, the spirit rings of the three students from Class 5 of Grade 1 finally rose simultaneously.

One white, two yellow.

The one in white is Tang Wulin.

The yellow ones are Xie Xie and Gu Yue.

The two century-old soul rings stood out prominently in the twilight.

Kong Hanwen stood below the stage, his whole body stiffening for a moment.

From the beginning until now, has it been ten seconds?

He even doubted whether he had seen it wrong.

Is this really Class 5 of Grade 1, not Class 1 of Grade 1?

Xie Xie sheathed the Light Dragon Dagger, pursed his lips as if he hadn't had enough of fighting, turned around and returned to Tang Wulin's side, giving him a high five.

Only then did cheers suddenly erupt from Class 5.

The sound was louder than usual, carrying the force of something that had been held back for three months and was finally exploding.

They won.

And the victory was clean and decisive.

Long Hengxu glanced at the three people on the stage, a strange light flashing in his eyes, before loudly announcing:

"Class 5 of Grade 1 wins!"

"The class rankings will remain unchanged until the promotion tournament concludes. Tomorrow, Class 5 of Grade 1 will continue their challenge against Class 3 of Grade 1!"

As the voice faded, the cheers grew even louder.

On stage, Tang Wulin exhaled softly, his chest rising and falling slightly.

This match is indeed not difficult.

But what truly warmed his heart at that moment was not winning against Class 4.

Rather, it was those two words that Wu Changkong had said—

crush.

They did it.