Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 31 The Final Battle Begins with Wang Billy

Donghai College.

The typhoon that struck Donghai City came very suddenly, causing a huge impact on the entire city. Shops were unable to operate, schools were closed, and traffic was paralyzed in a short period of time. All departments of the Administrative Office were extremely busy.

The typhoon lasted for a full week. At its strongest, it could even uproot large trees and damage many buildings.

Fortunately, it's all over now.

After the typhoon, the air in Donghai City felt exceptionally fresh, carrying a light mist. Sunlight streamed down, and occasionally, rainbows could be seen on the horizon. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue.

When Nan Fusheng stepped into the classroom, he saw Xie Xie fidgeting anxiously. When Xie Xie saw Nan Fusheng, his eyes lit up. "Fusheng, have you seen Wu Lin?"

"Wu Lin? No, what happened?" Although Nan Fusheng knew roughly what Tang Wu Lin's situation was, he decided to play dumb. Anyway, Tang Wu Lin would probably make it in time.

Even without Tang Wulin, whether it's three against three or four against four, it doesn't make much difference to him.

"I don't know what's wrong with this guy? He hasn't responded to calls yet. His communicator seems to be out of power, and I can't get through to him anymore," Xie Xie said anxiously.

"Do you know where his studio is? Should we go find him at noon?" Gu Yue, who was standing next to him, also frowned, her eyes showing worry.

Xie Xie smiled wryly, "I have no interest in forging whatsoever, how would I know where his workshop is! He even called me that day to tell me he'd be at the workshop the whole time. If he's there, nothing should have happened to him! How come we haven't heard from him at all? Has he forgotten the time?"

Gu Yue's face darkened. "What do you know? We're going to the Blacksmiths' Association at noon. They might register the location of his workshop there."

For once, Xie Xie didn't refute Gu Yue's words, and nodded, saying, "That's a good idea. We'll go in a bit."

Tang Wulin still hadn't appeared by noon when school let out. Xie Xie, Nan Fusheng, and Gu Yue went to ask Wu Changkong for leave and then rushed out of the school, heading straight for the Forging Masters Association.

However, half an hour later, when they walked out of the Blacksmith Association, they all looked depressed.

The Blacksmiths Association's response was simple: information about any blacksmith registered with the association is confidential and cannot be disclosed unless they have special official certification. Furthermore, information about Tang Wulin is classified at a higher level than that of ordinary blacksmiths.

"What should we do now? Should we ask the dance teacher to apply for official permission and then ask him where he lives?" Gu Yue asked Xie Xie.

Xie Xie smiled wryly, "It's too late! Official permits aren't easy to obtain; they always take time. We definitely can't finish today, so tonight's match will probably only have the three of us. Wu Lin isn't an unreliable person! Something must have happened to him, otherwise he wouldn't be skipping school."

Nan Fusheng also frowned. "Let's go back first. In any case, we should ask Teacher Wu to apply for official permission first. The safety of Wu Lin is more important than the competition."

"Um."

"Official permission?" Wu Changkong looked at the three disciples in front of him, his already cold face becoming even more gloomy.

Tang Wulin hasn't come to class yet, and we haven't been able to find him anywhere.

"Alright, you guys go back to class now, I understand," Wu Changkong said coldly.

"Teacher, will it be just the three of us competing tonight?" Xie Xie asked.

Wu Changkong glanced at him. "Just the three of you."

"Yes."

The afternoon classes passed quickly. Perhaps because the students in the junior class had been feeling depressed for a week due to the typhoon, a large number of students, including teachers, gathered on the playground as soon as school ended today, all waiting to watch the last promotion match for the first graders.

"Have you heard? This year's promotion tournament is really bizarre! Class 5 of Grade 1, which was at the bottom of the class, has actually made a remarkable run, winning three games in a row. Maybe this dark horse can stay up all the way."

"Stop dreaming. Do you know how terrifying this year's Class 1 of freshmen is? Being hailed as the strongest freshman class in history isn't just a casual remark. Three of their students are already at the level of two-ring Great Soul Masters, and more importantly, their Martial Souls are extremely powerful. The four participating students from Class 5 of the first year are only at the one-ring level. That's a qualitative difference—they're just one Soul Skill short, and their Soul Power is also lacking. They have no chance at all. I'd like to see just how far this year's Class 1 of freshmen can go in the upcoming promotion competition. I heard that all the classes in the second year are feeling the pressure. Hehe."

The students were discussing it amongst themselves, and the teachers who had come to the perimeter of the competition venue also gathered together.

Surrounded by the students of Class 5, Grade 1, Wu Changkong walked at the front, heading towards the competition stage. Behind him were Nan Fusheng, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue.

Just as Wu Changkong led Class 5 of the first year to the outer perimeter of the venue, a commotion broke out on the other side.

The students consciously made way for them.

Leading the way was a female teacher who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She looked at least six-tenths like Ye Yingrong, but was more beautiful. However, she had an air of arrogance between her brows that Ye Yingrong did not have.

Following behind her were none other than the students of Class 1, Grade 1, who were hailed as the strongest freshman class in many years.

The two sides gathered on opposite sides of the playing field, waiting for the promotion match to begin.

Dean of Students Long Hengxu had already stepped onto the stage. He first nodded to the homeroom teachers of both classes, then said in a deep voice, "Due to the typhoon, the promotion match has been postponed. Today's match is the fourth promotion match, between Class 5 of Grade 1 and Class 1 of Grade 1. Class 5 of Grade 1, Ms. Wu, how many students will be representing you today?"

"Our class is going to compete today..." Just as Wu Changkong was about to say the three of them, a voice suddenly came from behind Class 5 of Grade 1.

"Teacher Wu, wait a minute."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Xie Xie and Gu Yue, who were standing behind Wu Changkong, couldn't help but show surprise and delight on their faces.

Pushing through the crowd, Tang Wulin, travel-worn and disheveled, ran to the front.

His appearance at this moment was truly unappealing; his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his breathing seemed very unstable.

"Where have you been? Why are you only arriving now?" Xie Xie asked irritably.

Tang Wulin smiled wryly and said, "It's a long story. Let's start the competition first. Teacher Wu, I'm ready to compete."

Wu Changkong looked at him expressionlessly, nodded, and then said to Long Hengxu, "Our class will send four people to compete."

Long Hengxu said, "Class 1 of Grade 1, please send four people to fight."

Ye Yingluo raised her head. "Okay."

Long Hengxu announced, "The contestants from both sides, please enter the arena."

To the surprise of Nan Fusheng and his three companions, the formation of Class 1, Grade 1, opposite them was also the same as theirs, in a triangular shape.

"My name is Zhang Yangzi," the composed young man standing at the very front of the center said calmly.

"Wei Xiaofeng, we've known each other for a long time." Standing on the left, the thin boy stretched out his right hand, as if he had had a conflict with Xie Xie and the others, raised his thumb, and then slowly rotated his wrist so that his thumb pointed down, making a provocative gesture.

"You!" Xie Xie was furious and impulsively rushed forward, but Tang Wulin grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

Xie Xie glanced at him in surprise. This guy seemed to have gotten even stronger!

"Wang Jinxi," the emaciated student standing on the right said calmly.

"Wang Billy." The tall, dark-skinned boy standing behind the three said cheerfully, flashing a bright white smile at Nan Fusheng and the other three.

Tang Wulin said, "Class 5, Grade 1, Tang Wulin."

"Gu Yue".

"Xie Xie!" Xie Xie's eyes flashed coldly as he stared at Wei Xiaofeng.

"Nan Fusheng." Nan Fusheng stared curiously at Wang Billy, who was being protected by the group of students. He looked like a senior student, and people would believe it! Moreover, he was so tall and strong, yet he wasn't a power-attack type Soul Master.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two sides was already tense even before the match started, Long Hengxu frowned. "Let me emphasize, this is an intra-academy competition. During the match, it is only a matter of winning or losing. You are not allowed to intentionally hurt your opponent. Otherwise, the academy will impose additional penalties."

"Yes!" the eight answered in unison.

"Alright, ready for the match, both sides step back." Under Long Hengxu's supervision, both sides stepped back, creating a certain distance between them.

(End of this chapter)