area51novel Chapter 99 of the First Person
Chapter 99 of the First Person
After Ye Wu was blasted into the Blue Silver Grass wall, the Blue Silver Grass immediately wrapped around his limbs and flung him off the stage.
Wu Changkong, who had been watching the situation on stage, caught Ye Wu as he was thrown off the stage.
Just as he was about to hand Ye Wu over to the teachers who had been waiting on the sidelines to provide treatment, two beams of white light suddenly fell on Tang Wulin and Ye Wu.
Ya Li withdrew her hand from the platform and smiled at Zhuo Shi: "Zhuo Shi, congratulations on finally finding a successor who can inherit your Crimson Dragon Nine Styles."
"Not at all! He's only learned the first two moves! Wu Lin has a lot more to learn!" Zhuo Shi said modestly, stroking his beard. Although he was overjoyed inside, he still pretended to be nonchalant.
But Feng Wuyu, sitting next to him, didn't indulge him at all. He curled his lip and said disdainfully, "There's still so much to learn! Learning your Crimson Dragon Nine Forms is a waste of time. It's better to let that child wholeheartedly learn forging from me!"
"What nonsense are you spouting, you old madman! You want to learn forging from me with all your heart? My grand-disciple should be cultivating at this time. Do you expect him to learn from you and neglect his cultivation for forging?"
"What do you mean you've fallen behind in your cultivation! I can still beat you to a pulp."
"You think you can beat me up? You've got the guts to fight me!"
"Just fight, no matter who you are afraid of!"
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, He Yushu calmly advised them, "The competition is still going on! After the competition is over, you two can find a place to fight on your own. Now, just watch the competition quietly."
"I'll give Yu Shu face and not bother with you, you old madman." Zhuo Shi rolled his eyes at Feng Wuyu and walked back to his seat.
"Hmph! I'll give Yu Shu and my precious disciple some face. I'm magnanimous and forgive you, old dragon." Feng Wuyu snorted and sat back down in his seat.
Seeing the two people, who were so old, acting like children, Ya Li shook her head with amusement and then looked back at the match below.
After Ya Li's treatment, Ye Wu woke up on the spot. He walked back to his class with a look of shame, and Wu Rui, his fellow sufferer, immediately went up to comfort him.
"Old Ye, it's alright! This time it's not your fault! Who would have thought that the Blue Silver Grass on the other side wouldn't be afraid of fire!"
"It's not that it's not afraid of fire. The Blue Silver Grass has the vitality of a cockroach; it can't be burned to death no matter how you burn it. There's nothing I can do!" Ye Wu walked to the side dejectedly, questioning the meaning of life.
He even donned his battle armor, yet he was still knocked off the stage by his opponent. How can he possibly face anyone now?
Mo Jue frowned. This time, it really wasn't Ye Wu's fault; the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master on the other side was just too strange. His martial soul was clearly Blue Silver Grass, but somehow it grew dragon scales and claws as the fight progressed.
That dragon's might was definitely at the level of a true dragon; she could feel a trace of fear emanating from her own martial soul even from below the stage.
Song Lin's eyes were full of helplessness. She used her soul power to transmit her voice to Mo Jue and Li Qiankun. Both of them showed resentment on their faces, but in the end they still agreed with Song Lin's opinion.
Song Lin walked up to the edge of the arena and started talking to Wu Changkong. Upon hearing her suggestion, Wu Changkong nodded calmly and agreed to Song Lin's proposal.
The two went up to the stage together and told He Yushu about Song Lin's decision.
Hearing Song Lin's decision, He Yushu smiled and nodded. He looked at Song Lin:
"Don't be discouraged! This competition is actually meant to spur you on, Class 1 of Grade 3. Your class has been a bit lax lately. Holding this competition is also to let them know that there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your reach."
Since you may not have the same natural talent as others, you must put in far more effort than usual to strive for success. Don't aim to surpass others, just aim to surpass your past self. I look forward to seeing you, the students of Class 1, Grade 3, in the Inner Court in the future.
"Thank you, Professor He!" Song Lin bowed deeply to He Yushu. Only after experiencing Cai Yue'er's guidance could she truly understand what it felt like to have a good dean.
He won't call you trash or try to belittle you just because you lost a match. Instead, he cares about what you learned from the competition.
Chapter 190 The Tragic Story of Xu Lizhi
Ya Li watched the scene unfold with a sigh. She regretted not having made Yu Shu the dean of the outer academy from the beginning. Yue'er's personality wasn't suited to teaching and nurturing students.
After bowing to He Yushu, Wu Changkong and Song Lin returned to their respective classes to tell the students the results of their discussion.
"Classmates! We, Class 1 of Grade 3, have to concede defeat in this competition! Although it's very frustrating, apart from Li Qiankun and Mo Jue, the rest of our classmates have no advantage over the students from Class 1 of Grade 1 and Class 1 of Grade 2 on the other side."
Upon hearing Song Lin's words, none of the students in Class 1, Grade 3, including Li Qiankun and Mo Jue, refuted or expressed resentment. New talents emerge in every generation, each leading the way for centuries. It wasn't that they weren't capable; it was simply that Class 1, Grade 1, this year was too formidable.
Holy Angel Yue Zhengyu, Na'er, Ye Xinglan, and Wu Siduo, all ranked among the top ten on the list of young geniuses. Tang Wulin, whose martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, but who charges forward with dragon scales all over his body when fighting. Looking around, none of them are easy to deal with.
"But Mr. He had no objection to our conceding defeat. His only request was that we learn from this competition and work even harder in our future training."
Although we conceded defeat, I still discussed it with the dance teacher of Class 1. We will have a friendly seven-on-seven match with the students of Class 1, Grade 1. I hope you can learn from this experience and realize that there are always people better than you, and that there's always something beyond your reach. Don't be complacent with a little success; you have a long road ahead of you, so don't stop here.
"Yes!!!"
"Everyone! Although we lost this time, we'll still show our class's spirit in the 7 vs 7 match later, and let them know that all these years of training haven't been for nothing. Class 3 will win!"
Li Qiankun raised his left hand, and his words inspired the fighting spirit of the other students in Class 3-1!
"Class 3-1 will win!!!"
Hearing her students raise their hands and shout in unison, encouraged by Li Qiankun, Song Lin nodded with satisfaction. Knowing the gap between them and others didn't discourage them; instead, they were motivated to work even harder to catch up. She was proud of her students.
The students from Class 1 of Grade 1 and Class 1 of Grade 2 were about to celebrate their victory when Wu Changkong's next words brought them back down to earth.
"But the other side wants us to have a seven-on-seven sparring match with them next, and I agreed. After all, you can see the different fighting styles of different battle armor masters in this match, which can also provide you with some experience."
"So if you don't take the competition seriously just because it's just a friendly match, then you'll be in for extra training when we get back." Hearing Wu Changkong's cold words, some of the students who had relaxed immediately perked up.
"Should we go straight to a seven-on-seven team match? Then all seven of us will go on stage, and I guarantee we'll dominate. I'll support the domination, and you guys take care of the kills!" Na'er said confidently, hands on her hips.
"Tsk! How could such a powerful soul skill be wasted on you? What a waste!"
Gu Yue crossed her arms, stubbornly insisting that she wasn't envious, but her eyes remained fixed on Na'er.
So frustrating! So frustrating! We're both Silver Dragon Kings, so why does Na'er have such an overpowered soul skill? She wants it too!
"Seven against seven, is Mo Jue going to join the fight too?! That's great!" Le Zhengyu rubbed his hands together, eagerly looking towards the arena. He's so handsome, and his soul skills are so powerful. If he doesn't show them off to the public, he won't be able to sleep tonight.
Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow, watching this scene with curiosity. It seemed that Na'er was hiding a trump card that could turn the tide of the battle, but what kind of trump card could make even the well-informed Gu Yue so envious? Wu Changkong became increasingly curious about their performance in the upcoming competition.
"Tang Wulin and Xu Lizhi, you two will join the five of us for this friendly seven-on-seven match."
"Okay! Ryuji, give me a few meat buns first, let me recover my energy..."
Tang Wulin nodded in agreement. He turned to ask Xu Lizhi for a few meat buns to replenish his energy, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Xu Lizhi suddenly shouted excitedly, "Great!" which startled Tang Wulin.
He looked at Xu Lizhi with a blank expression. "It's just a meat bun. Why are you so agitated?"
Everyone else's attention was drawn to Xu Lizhi's shout. In the past, Xu Lizhi would have awkwardly lowered his head.
But at this moment, he was completely overwhelmed by the joy of fighting alongside Ye Xinglan. Finally, finally, he could fight alongside Sister Xinglan again.
Seeing that Xu Lizhi's eyes were starting to well up with tears, Wu Siduo frowned in displeasure: "If you're a grown man and don't want to go, just say so. Why are you crying during a friendly match! Forget it, we don't need you! We're still missing a Soul Master. Who among you wants to go on stage and experience fighting a Battle Armor Master?"
"Hey hey hey! Me, me, me! Class monitor, I'm a level 38 support-type Soul Master, let me handle this!"
"I'll take it! My Dark Gold Bear is strong and can take a beating! You can let me be your shield!"
"My spatial lock is also an option!"
"My cultivation level is higher! I should do it."
"Me! Me! Me! With the Light Dragon Dagger in my left hand and the Shadow Dragon Dagger in my right, I'm sure I can make that support-type Soul Master speechless."
Upon hearing that there was one remaining spot, all the trainees immediately rushed forward, eager to participate in the competition.
Aside from the class monitor, Qian Gu Chen Ran, all the top fighters in the class were present, and it was just a sparring match with no penalties. It was just about experiencing combat against a Battle Armor Master. Given that, why not participate?
Because there were so many people who wanted to participate, Xu Lizhi was immediately pushed to the back by others just as he was about to speak.
"No! I can participate! Excuse me, let me through!" Xu Lizhi tried to squeeze through and explain to Wu Siduo that the tears he shed were just from excitement, not from fear.
But he was only a support-type Soul Master. Although he was large in size, he was still no match for those battle-type Soul Masters. He tried desperately to squeeze in, but he couldn't manage it. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the position fell to another support-type Soul Master.
"My spot! I finally got to stand with Sister Xinglan again and fight side by side! No! No!" Xu Lizhi reached out her hand, her voice trembling with tears, trying to explain.
But Wu Siduo had already pulled the others to the other side to discuss tactics. The other students also formed their own small groups to chat, and no one paid any attention to him.
"Hey, Ryuji, could you give me a few meat buns first? I have to go to a match later, and those two moves of the Golden Dragon Nine Styles have left me feeling a bit weak."
Tang Wulin awkwardly patted Xu Lizhi. If he didn't really need the other's meat buns to replenish his energy, he definitely wouldn't have bothered him at this time.
"Here! All of them are for you! I have a big meat bun, I have a big meat bun!!!" Upon hearing Tang Wulin's request, Xu Lizhi turned his grief and indignation into strength, and handfuls of buns appeared in his hands.
Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, and he started eating several steamed buns in one hand. The team competition was about to start, and he needed to recover his energy quickly.
After a while, the contestants from both classes stepped onto the stage, and with Wu Changkong's call to begin, the final competition between the two grades began.
Chapter 191 Angel's Roar and the Ace's Appearance
As Wu Changkong's figure disappeared, a pair of black wings appeared behind Mo Jue. With a gentle flap of the wings, surrounded by five purple soul rings, she flew into the air.
The first spirit ring flashed, and seven black skulls suddenly appeared out of thin air. As soon as they appeared, they flew rapidly towards the location of Gu Yue and the others.
The Weakness Curse will cause a Soul Master to be weakened for ten seconds once it hits them, and their Soul Power will also be suppressed.
While Mo Jue made his move, the other members of Class 3-1 were not idle either. A male Soul Master wielding a jeweled scepter took the opportunity to enhance the Soul Skills of each of his six teammates.
A brother and sister who look alike hold hands, with blazing flames swirling around them, and illusory tiger and lion phantoms appearing above them.
As the backbone of Class 3-1, the siblings Li Mengyang and Li Mengtian are not only both four-ring Soul Masters, but their Martial Soul Fusion Skill is also renowned.
To prove that Class 3-1 was not to be trifled with, the brother and sister immediately prepared to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill at the start of the competition. They wanted to show the first-year students that the senior third-year students were not to be trifled with.
"Tsk! Daring to cast a curse in front of an angel like me, they really don't take me seriously!" Pure white wings appeared behind Le Zhengyu, and he flew into the air alone to face the seven black skulls released by Mo Jue.
Four purple spirit rings appeared, and a little angel holding a golden spear, wearing armor, a helmet, and a halo appeared on Yue Zhengyu's shoulder.
She glanced disdainfully at the seven black skulls approaching Yue Zhengyu. She opened her mouth, and golden sound waves emanated from it, heading towards the seven black skulls.
The moment the two collided, Mo Jue's black skull was immediately shattered by the little angel's golden sound waves.
Looking at the spirit dancing on Le Zhengyu's shoulder in the air, Mo Jue's eyes were filled with shock and vigilance.
Her weakness curse would be immediately broken by attacks of the mental or pure light attributes. Unfortunately, the guy opposite her, Yue Zhengyu, had both nipples.
"Come on! Ah Kuang! Let's go!" Upon hearing Le Zhengyu's words, the little angel on his shoulder excitedly waved his spear, and a golden light flew out from the spear and flowed into Le Zhengyu's body.
Angelic Inspiration! This skill can significantly boost a Soul Master's attack, defense, and speed, greatly increasing their morale.
"Let's go!"
With his third spirit ring flashing, Yue Zhengyu transformed into a golden streak of light and charged towards Mo Jue. Fueled by the Little Angel's Angelic Encouragement and the acceleration of his Angelic Assault spirit skill, Yue Zhengyu's speed was now even faster than that of other agility-based spirit masters of the same level.
The third spirit ring shone brightly, a dark green halo radiating outwards from Mo Jue's center. The air crackled and popped wherever the halo passed.
The third soul skill, Dark Erosion, unleashes an extraordinary dark attribute attack on the enemy using extremely compressed dark attribute soul power.
But faced with Mo Jue's dark encroachment, a glint of excitement flashed in Le Zhengyu's eyes: "Avoid her sharp edge? What a joke! Charge! Charge! Charge!"
Whoosh! The moment Yue Zhengyu, enveloped in golden light, collided with the darkness, the dark green halo melted instantly, like butter cut by a hot knife.
Seeing his prized third soul skill so easily broken by Yue Zhengyu, Mo Jue's eyes were filled with disbelief. How could this be? Yue Zhengyu's Holy Angel Martial Soul was so monstrous.
She couldn't afford to be surprised, seeing that Yue Zhengyu was about to reach her. She hurriedly conjured a dark green spear with three skulls at the base of the tip to block him.