Chapter 15: Millennium Soul Ring Shocks the Sky (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Zhao Tao, Xie Xie, it's your turn!"
After watching each match, Wu Changkong's brows, initially relaxed, gradually furrowed.
After all, the quality of the students in Class Five was even worse than he'd imagined.
With the exception of Tang Wulin, whose extraordinary strength left a relatively good impression on Wu Changkong,
the other students, in Wu Changkong's eyes, were nothing more than rotten fish and shrimp.
However, looking at Zhao Tao and Xie Xie, who had yet to take the stage, Wu Changkong's eyes gleamed again!
There were still some promising talents in the Class Five he taught!
"Zhao Tao, I didn't get to compete with you last time. This time, I want to see just how strong you are!"
Looking at Zhao Tao in the distance, Xie Xie's eyes gleamed with a strong desire to fight.
Clearly, he still resented Zhao Tao for having been assigned to Class Five.
"Then bring it on!"
Zhao Tao smiled faintly at Xie Xie's words.
"Begin!"
Following Wu Changkong's command, Xie Xie waved his hand, and the Light Dragon Dagger appeared in his hand, and yellow spirit rings flashed beneath his feet!
The next moment, the Light Dragon Dagger in Xie Xie's hand shone with a sharp golden light, and his body transformed into a flash of lightning, instantly piercing Zhao Tao's chest!
"Too slow!"
Looking at Xie Xie attacking him, Zhao Tao smiled faintly and also mobilized his martial spirit and soul power!
As Zhao Tao chanted, a flash of silver light appeared, and the Spring and Autumn Cicada martial spirit manifested in the palm of his left hand.
At the same time, a circle of purple thousand-year spirit rings suddenly flashed behind Zhao Tao.
Watching this scene, the other students on the playground looked at Zhao Tao in disbelief, their eyes filled with surprise.
Even Wu Changkong, his usual calm and aloof demeanor gone, stared intently at Zhao Tao, his mouth slightly open, a turbulent storm brewing within him!
With this child by his side, his plan to lead Class 1, Grade 5 on a comeback was secure!
Only Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi managed to remain calm.
After all, one of them had been Zhao Tao's classmate for three years, and the other had seen his spirit rings before.
"Time Burial Sword!"
As everyone watched in astonishment, the purple spirit ring behind Zhao Tao suddenly flashed!
The next moment, accompanied by a flash of silver lightning, a pristine longsword, shimmering with magnificent light
, materialized in Zhao Tao's hand. Mysterious inscriptions covered its surface, emanating a strange power that seemed to warp time and space.
With the Time Burial Sword in hand, Zhao Tao gently flipped his palm, thrusting the blade forward and easily blocking Xie Xie's thrust.
Immediately, the Time Burial Sword in Zhao Tao's hand seemed to shift from solid to virtual, instantly piercing Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger!
It flashed past Xie Xie with a speed so fast that Xie Xie couldn't react, leaving a faint trace of blood on his neck!
"You lose!"
Zhao Tao said calmly, slowly sheathing his sword and looking at Xie Xie, who was breathing heavily and still reeling from the threat of death.
"Good, very good!"
Watching the almost crushing battle, Wu Changkong finally nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with admiration!
It could be said that both Zhao Tao's spirit skills and his performance in battle satisfied Wu Changkong, even to the point of astonishment!
Honestly, Wu Changkong had to admit that, at the same age and cultivation level, he was no match for Zhao Tao!
With a student like him, not only could he defeat the East Sea Academy's intermediate division, but even joining Shrek Academy in the future would be no problem!
Thinking of this, Wu Changkong's expressionless face, frozen for millennia, couldn't help but flicker a faint smile towards Zhao Tao.
"As for you, Xie Xie, there's no need to be so self-deprecating or too discouraged."
"Although you're no match for Zhao Tao, among your peers, you're quite good."
After praising Zhao Tao profusely, Wu Changkong turned back to Xie Xie, offering a rare word of comfort.
After all, the upcoming promotion tournament would require at least two participants.
Xie Xie was the teammate Wu Changkong had prepared for Zhao Tao.
He certainly didn't want Xie Xie's Dao heart to be shattered by Zhao Tao's blow, leaving him devastated.
"I understand, Teacher Wu,"
Xie Xie nodded, his eyes still gleaming with a defiant spirit. "Zhao Tao, you won this time, but I'll definitely be back!"
"I'm always at your service. I was able to defeat you instantly this time. Even if you come a thousand or ten thousand times, you won't be my match!"
Hearing this, Zhao Tao smiled faintly and replied with a dignified air.
"Now, the second round begins!"
After giving everyone a half-hour break, Wu Changkong began organizing the second round.
After four rounds, including the byes, only three students remained from the original twenty.
These were Zhao Tao, who had received a bye in the previous round, Tang Wulin, and a female student named Han Lan.
"Tang Wulin, you will battle Han Lan first. The winner will challenge Zhao Tao!"
Looking at the remaining three, Wu Changkong spoke calmly, announcing the next order of challenge.
"Yes, teacher!"
Hearing Wu Changkong's words, Tang Wulin and Han Lan took opposite sides of the battle field.
At Wu Changkong's command, Han Lan activated her earth elemental spirit and engaged Tang Wulin.
As Han Lan's spirit ring flickered, stone pillars appeared around Tang Wulin, trapping him within.
Any other student, even Xie Xie, trapped within such a solid stone prison would have found it difficult to break free.
Han Lan relied on this spirit ability to consistently triumph in previous battles and advance to the final round.
Unfortunately, this time, she was facing Tang Wulin, possessing the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King and possessing immense strength.
Faced with stone pillars thicker than his thighs, Tang Wulin remained unfazed. Instead, he silently retrieved his forging hammer from his storage spirit device and fiercely swung it, smashing it against the pillars.
With a resounding "boom," Tang Wulin emerged from a cloud of dust, easily ending the match.
"Yes, Tang Wulin wins. After a half-hour break, you and Zhao Tao will have your final battle!" Wu
Zhangkong nodded, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he gazed at Tang Wulin, hammer in hand.
Unexpectedly, Tang Wulin, whose spirit was the most insignificant Blue Silver Grass, had become a dark horse.
With such immense power, even rivaling that of a combat spirit master, could it be that his spirit had mutated, or perhaps he had an unawakened second spirit or bloodline?
At this moment, Tang Wulin also caught Wu Changkong's attention.
After all, while the promotion tournament only required a minimum of two participants, many larger spirit master competitions required teams of at least three spirit masters.
Perhaps Tang Wulin could be the final member of this trio.
With this in mind, Wu Changkong incorporated Tang Wulin into his specialized training program.
"Alright, let's begin the final round!"
Thirty minutes passed quickly.
Tang Wulin had regained his form.
Wu Changkong spoke again, commanding Zhao Tao and Tang Wulin to begin the final battle