Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Dragon King? No, the Legend of the Six Kings!

Ye Yinglu stared incredulously at Wu Changkong and his four students. She couldn't understand how Wu Changkong dared to do this.

How dare you let your class challenge four other classes today? Aren't you afraid your students will be exhausted before they even finish the challenge?

Ignoring the strange, shocked, and slightly amused looks from the teachers and students on the playground, Wu Changkong turned to Lin Nuo and the other three and said, "Get ready, and hold back when you strike."

Now, his worry is that the four little ones might not hold back and cripple their opponent, which would mean their medical expenses would be deducted from his bonus.

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough to reach the ears of every teacher and student. They never imagined that the homeroom teacher of Class 5 could be so arrogant.

It's not about arranging tactics, but about telling your students when to strike and when to hold back.

Upon hearing Director Long's words and the words of the teacher from Class 5, Wei Xiaofeng, Zhang Yangzi, and Wang Jinxi were first shocked and then intrigued.

Zhang Yangzi couldn't help but ask, "Isn't Class Five getting a little too arrogant?"

Wang Jinxi agreed with his good brother's words and nodded: "If we keep courting death like this, we probably won't even be able to beat Class Four."

"Wait a minute, it'll be fun if we can't beat Class Four," Wei Xiaofeng chimed in, noticing Xie Xie's trembling body beside him. He couldn't help but ask with concern, "Old Xie, what's wrong?"

Xie Xie really wanted to say that the only male student in Class 5 was the freshman "Slap Demon King." The school had already suppressed the matter. He was extremely concerned about his reputation and had finally managed to integrate into the group. If he were afraid now, wouldn't all of this time have been wasted?

He quickly replied, "I've had a bit of a cold lately."

"I see." Wei Xiaofeng and the other two nodded, not paying much attention.

In Class 5 of the freshmen, Zheng Yiran noticed the shocked, incredulous, and mocking looks from her classmates, but she didn't care at all. She looked at Lin Nuo beside her and said, "Dear Captain, we've become celebrities before we've even fought."

"What's wrong, scared?" Lin Nuo and Zheng Yiran looked at each other and teased each other with a smile.

"Afraid?"

Zheng Yiran rolled her eyes dramatically. "If the opponents were the three of you, I might have some reservations, but this group of little Karamis in front of me is no match for me at all."

"Alright then." Lin Nuo ordered without hesitation, "Wait a minute, you go first."

OK.

Zheng Yiran had no intention of refusing. She wanted to make these guys understand that starting with taunts and underestimating the enemy was not a good thing, and let them experience the feeling of being humiliated a few days ago.

Just then, Ye Yingluo walked over again, looked at Wu Changkong, and questioned, "Wu Changkong, are you crazy? You actually let your students fight four classes in one day? Do you think they're like you?"

Wu Changkong glanced at her indifferently and replied nonchalantly, "This was discussed with them, and it was voluntary. You agree, right, Lin Nuo?"

Lin Nuo immediately stepped forward and said, "Yes, Teacher Wu, so Teacher Ye, please don't underestimate us."

"Heh~" Ye Yingluo laughed in anger upon hearing this answer. "Wu Changkong is a madman. If you, as a student, go mad with him, don't blame us for bullying you if you get beaten to the point of having your Dao heart shattered."

Watching Ye Yingluo's departing figure, you asked telepathically, "Teacher Wu, you didn't seem to tell the other classes about our soul power levels?"

"There's no need for that. Besides, if it weren't for the academy's sake, I wouldn't even want to sign up Class 5," Wu Changkong replied telepathically, adding a reminder: "Be careful when you do it, or you might slap them into the infirmary."

I tried my best.

"..."

Wu Changkong remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded. It seemed his bonus was in jeopardy.

Soon all the classes were ready, and Long Hengxu, acting as the referee, announced, "Class 5 and Class 4, please send students to the stage."

Class 4 sent out a strong attack type Jialong, an agility type Mosi, and a support type Lin Zunyuan, a standard strong attack, agility, and support combination. Their soul power was generally level 14 or 15. Class 4's homeroom teacher greatly underestimated Class 5 and was certain that Class 5 would lose.

He even felt that Wu Changkong was too arrogant and that the students in his class were monsters just like him.

Lin Nuo looked at Zheng Yiran, who nodded and walked towards the arena.

The students, teachers, and Long Hengxu present watched as Class 5 of the new students sent only Zheng Yiran.

Their brains have gone blank. It's not that Class 5 really doesn't take the promotion competition seriously!

Only he knew the true strength hidden in Class 5 of the new students. Long Hengxu glanced helplessly at Wu Changkong and thought to himself: As expected, the kind of homeroom teacher you are determines the kind of students you produce.

If Wu Changkong knew what Long Hengxu was thinking at this moment, he would definitely speak up to explain that these ideas were not his own, but were all conceived by his valued student Lin Nuo, and he himself had merely chosen to acquiesce.

Zheng Yiran walked onto the stage, looked at the three guys opposite her, and said with a look of disdain, "Aren't you guys too weak?"

"Huh?" Jia Long and the other two looked puzzled, then angrily retorted, "You think you can win just because you're good-looking?"

With Jia Long's martial spirit possessing him, his body swelled up and he rushed towards Zheng Yiran without hesitation. His two teammates immediately coordinated their attacks.

With her hands in her pockets and an expression of utter disinterest, Zheng Yiran kicked Jia Long off the stage amidst the shocked gazes of all the students and teachers, without even summoning her martial spirit.

Her physical body might be slightly weaker than Lin Nuo and the other two, but compared to these three one-ring Soul Masters, she was a complete dwarf.

After Jialong was kicked away, his two other teammates had barely reacted when Zheng Yiran pressed their heads to the ground and made them lose consciousness.

In the end, only one thought remained in their minds: "What kind of monster is that?!"

The huge playground fell into dead silence. The students stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, so wide they could almost fit an egg in them.

Zheng Yiran withdrew her hand and clapped it, then looked at the shocked Long Hengxu beside her: "Director Long, please make the announcement."

Long Hengxu was the first to recover: "Good, good, Class 5, the winners!"

After hearing Long Hengxu's words, all the students and teachers on the playground came to their senses. In particular, the homeroom teacher of Class 4 was dumbfounded. His class's three most proud students had been so easily defeated by a girl from Class 5?!

Zheng Yiran stepped off the stage and returned to her class, looking at Lin Nuo and the other two: "How about it? Give me your feedback."

"Awesome!" Tang Wuling gave a thumbs up, Gu Yue nodded, and Lin Nuo said, "Not bad."

"You don't know how to give compliments, do you?"

"Alright then." Lin Nuo felt he really needed to say a few words of praise: "Zheng Yiran, you're simply a hero!"

"Stop praising me."

"Oh~" Lin Nuo put away his exaggerated expression and looked at Tang Wuling and Gu Yue: "Next, who's next?"

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