Douluo Dragon King: My Strategy System Is a Bit Off

Chapter 4: The Final Match of the Promotion Tournament

Donghai City is located near the sea, and it is common for it to be hit by typhoons, which are uninvited guests. But this typhoon came very suddenly.

Shops along the streets pulled down their shutters, forced to close, and the once bustling commercial atmosphere vanished instantly, leaving only the tightly closed doors trembling slightly in the strong wind. The transportation system also collapsed completely in a short period of time, plunging into a state of utter paralysis.

Even the major Soul Master academies were forced to suspend their normal teaching activities and take a break.

All departments of the Executive Yuan quickly entered a state of emergency, with all staff members mobilized and working tirelessly.

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

Fortunately, after ten thousand years of development, the unified Douluo Continent had seen rapid technological advancements. Even this sudden super typhoon did not cause significant damage to Donghai City.

The advanced soul-guided technology is already very mature, and even if there are losses, it is sufficient to cope with natural disasters of this magnitude.

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.

Lin Ci stayed in the dormitory for a whole week. If Wu Changkong hadn't prepared food for him in advance, he probably would have starved to death.

He spent most of the week cultivating. The simulation system hadn't fully recovered since the last disconnection, and it would probably take some time for it to heal itself. Therefore, he had to dedicate all his time to cultivation, and he had already made some progress.

"What's wrong with this guy? He hasn't responded to calls yet. His communicator seems to be out of power; it's unreachable now."

Lin Ci had just entered the classroom when she heard Xie Xie's worried voice.

Looking up, I saw Xie Xie fiddling with the soul communication device, while Gu Yue, standing next to him, was frowning.

Tang Wulin has gone missing.

It's normal to not be able to get in touch during a typhoon, but even though classes have resumed today, we still can't get through.

The start of classes also means that the after-school promotion tournament will resume today, and they will face their formidable opponent, Class 1 of the first year, known as the strongest freshman class in history.

Therefore, Tang Wulin's absence at this time is a big problem.

Lin Ci didn't go over. Beforehand, they had told Wu Changkong that Class 5 had only registered three people for this competition, so there was nothing for him to do. Therefore, he naturally wouldn't get involved.

The morning passed quickly, and the class ended, but Tang Wulin still hadn't returned. The afternoon's match was imminent, and it seemed the opponent might really not make it.

In the afternoon, Xie Xie found Lin Ci.

"Lin Ci, you'll be playing with us in this afternoon's match. We have no choice; we can't get in touch with Wu Lin."

Xie Xie looked anxious but helpless.

"Uh..." Lin Ci was slightly taken aback, her expression showing some hesitation.

"I'll treat you to a week's worth of meals." Xie Xie gritted his teeth.

"Okay." Lin Ci smiled, all traces of her earlier hesitation gone.

Xie Xie: "..."

He had reason to suspect that Lin Ci was deliberately waiting for him to say those words.

The afternoon classes passed quickly. Perhaps because the typhoon had been weighing on the junior students for so long, a large number of students, including teachers, gathered on the playground as soon as school ended today, all waiting to watch the final promotion match for the first grade.

"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? They're hailed as the strongest freshman class in the history of Donghai Academy. And that's no exaggeration. All three of their students participating in the competition are already at the level of a two-ring Great Soul Master, and more importantly, their Martial Souls are incredibly powerful. The three 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 second-year classes 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.

Class teacher Kong Hanwen's eyes darted around the crowd from time to time, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Teacher Kong, what are you looking at?" Ye Yingrong, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 1, asked in confusion.

Kong Hanwen said, "We're looking for that guy Wu Changkong. Isn't he incredibly arrogant? I want to see what makes his students think they can beat Class One today."

Kong Hanwen was holding his breath, because after his class was defeated by Tang Wulin and his group of four, it meant that they would become the bottom class in the first year!

This is undoubtedly a huge disgrace and will be a major stain on his evaluation at the academy.

Ye Yingrong sighed softly and said, "Yes! Class One this year is really too strong. I think it will be difficult for any of the second-year classes to compete with them. Class One in the second year only has two students who have just broken through to the second ring. I estimate that they will definitely be able to fight their way into the third year in the promotion competition."

Kong Hanwen sneered and remained silent. His purpose in coming today was to see what kind of expression this so-called aloof male god would have after Wu Changkong's students lost.

"They're here," Ye Yingrong whispered.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Kong Hanwen looked in the direction she was looking, and sure enough, surrounded by the students of Class 5, Grade 1, Wu Changkong was walking at the front, heading towards the competition stage.

Following behind him were Lin Ci, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie.

Their arrival caused quite a stir, especially among the students who had watched Class 5's competition.

"Wait a minute, where's that Blue Silver Grass Soul Master? I remember his name was Tang Wulin."

"I thought Class 5 signed up three people this time because they were planning to keep that guy who uses light out of the game."

Some of the students in Class 5 were even filled with righteous indignation.

"Where's Tang Wulin? And why is it Lin Ci again?"

Some of the more rational ones said, "It seems Tang Wulin didn't come to the academy today; I didn't see him in class at all."

"Now that you mention it, it seems we haven't seen him come."

"But the problem is, how are we supposed to fight this? The other side has three Great Soul Masters, while we only have three One-Ring Soul Masters, and one of them is a burden."

Undoubtedly, the students in Class 5 all believed that Lin Ci had been eliminated this time. However, Tang Wulin wasn't there, so in the end, he still had to go on stage.

When they reached the sidelines, Gu Yue stepped forward and came to Lin Ci's side, whispering, "Don't feel too much pressure. Xie Xie and I are here."

Lin Ci glanced at her with some surprise, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back."

Gu Yue frowned slightly: "That's not what I meant..."

Tickets, love...

(End of this chapter)