Chapter 31 The Final Battle Begins with Wang Billy

Tunghai College.

The typhoon in Donghai City came very suddenly and had a huge impact on the entire city. Shops were unable to operate and schools were unable to teach. In a short period of time, traffic was paralyzed. Various departments in the General Administration Department are very busy.

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

Fortunately, it's all over.

After the typhoon, the air in Donghai City seems particularly fresh, with a touch of water vapor, the sun shines on the earth, and occasionally you can even see the light of a rainbow in the sky. The sky is cloudless.

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

"Wulin? No, what happened?" Although Nan Fusheng knew Tang Wulin's general situation, he decided to play dumb. After all, Tang Wulin would probably catch up by then.
Even without Tang Wulin, three-on-three or four-on-four would not make much difference to him.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy? He still hasn’t replied to the call. It seems like his communicator is running out of energy and I can’t get through.” Xie Xie said anxiously.

"Do you know where his studio is? How about we go to see him at noon?" Gu Yue on the side also frowned, with worry in his eyes.

Xie Xie smiled bitterly and said, "I have no interest in forging, so how would I know where his studio is? He even called me that day to tell me that he would be in the studio the whole time. If he was there, nothing could possibly happen to him! How come there is still no news until now? Did he forget the time?"

Gu Yue's face was gloomy. "Do you know something? Let's go to the Blacksmith Association at noon. Maybe we can register the location of his studio there."

Xie Xie rarely refuted Gu Yue's words. He nodded and said, "That's a good idea. We'll go there later."

Tang Wulin still hadn't shown up until noon when school was over. Xie Xie, Nan Fusheng and Gu Yue went to Wu Changkong to ask for leave, then rushed out of the campus and headed straight for the Blacksmith Association.

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

The Blacksmith Association's reply was simple: any information about a blacksmith registered with the association was confidential and could not be leaked unless they had a special official certificate. Moreover, the confidentiality level of information about Tang Wulin was higher than that of ordinary blacksmiths.

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

Xie Xie smiled bitterly and said, "It's too late! It's not that easy to get official approval documents. It always takes time. It will definitely not be completed today. I'm afraid that only the three of us can participate in our competition tonight. Wu Lin is not an unreliable person! He must have encountered something, otherwise he would not miss school."

Nan Fusheng also frowned, "Let's go back first. No matter what, ask Teacher Wu to apply for official permission first. The competition is not as important as Wu Lin's safety."

"Ah."

“Official permission?” Wu Zhangkong looked at the three disciples in front of him. His already cold face suddenly became even gloomier.

Tang Wulin hasn't come to class yet, and we haven't been able to find him even after looking for him outside.

"Okay, you guys go back to class first. I understand." Wu Zhangkong said coldly.

"Teacher, will there be only three of us in tonight's match?" Xie Xie asked.

Wu Zhangkong glanced at him and said, "Just the three of you."

"Yes."

The afternoon classes passed quickly. Perhaps because the typhoon had depressed the junior students for too long, a large number of students, including teachers, gathered on the playground as soon as school was over, waiting to watch the last promotion match for the first grade today.

"Have you heard? This year's promotion game is so weird! The bottom class, Grade 1 Class 5, has made great progress and won three games in a row. Maybe this dark horse can continue to win."

"Don't dream. Do you know how terrifying this year's freshman class is? It's not just a random statement to be called the strongest freshman class in history. Three students in their class are already at the level of second-ring great spirit masters, and more importantly, their martial spirits are very powerful. The four participating students from the first-grade class five are only at the first ring level. There is a qualitative difference between them. They are one spirit skill short, and their spirit power is also short. They have no chance at all. I would like to see how far this year's freshman class can go in the upcoming promotion games. I heard that all the classes in the second grade are feeling overwhelmed. Hehe."

The students were talking among themselves, and the teachers who had come to the periphery of the competition venue also gathered together.

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

Just as Wu Zhangkong led the first-grade class five to the outskirts of the venue, there was a commotion on the other side.

The students consciously made way for them. Walking in front was a female teacher who looked to be around 27 or 28 years old. She looked at least 60% like Ye Yingrong, but she was prettier. However, she had a kind of arrogance between her eyebrows that Ye Yingrong did not have.

Following behind her were the first-year students in Class 1, which was hailed as the strongest freshman class in many years.

The two sides gathered on both sides of the competition stage, waiting for the promotion match to begin.

Dean Long Hengxu had already walked onto the competition stage. He nodded to the head teachers of the two classes, then said in a deep voice, "Due to the typhoon, the promotion match was postponed. Today is the fourth promotion match, with Class 1, Grade 5 versus Class 1, Grade 1. Class 1, Grade 5, Teacher Wu, how many people will be on the field today?"

"Our class will compete today..." Just when Wu Zhangkong was about to name three people, suddenly, a voice came from behind Class 5, Grade 1.

"Teacher Wu, wait a moment."

Hearing this familiar voice, Xie Xie and Gu Yue, who were standing behind Wu Changkong, couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise on their faces.

Tang Wulin pushed himself out of the crowd and ran to the front, exhausted.

His appearance at this moment was really not very flattering. His hair was disheveled, his face looked a little pale, and his whole aura seemed very unstable.

"Where have you been? Why are you here just now?" Xie Xie asked unhappily.

Tang Wulin smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard to explain. Let's compete first. Teacher Wu, I can fight."

Wu Zhangkong looked at him expressionlessly, nodded, and then said to Long Hengxu: "Four people from our class will compete."

Long Hengxu said: "Class 1, Grade 1, please send four people to fight as well."

Ye Yingluo raised her head and said, "Okay."

Long Hengxu said: "The contestants from both sides enter the venue."

What surprised Nan Fusheng and his three companions was that the formation of the first grade class one on the opposite side was the same as theirs, also in the shape of a Chinese character "品".

"My name is Zhang Yangzi." The calm young man standing at the front center said calmly.

"Wei Xiaofeng, we have known each other for a long time." The thin young man standing on the left stretched out his right hand, as if he had a conflict with Xie Xie and the others. He raised his thumb, then slowly rotated his wrist with his thumb pointing down, making a provocative gesture.

"You!" Xie Xie was furious and was about to rush forward impulsively, but was pulled back by Tang Wulin, who grabbed his shoulder.

Xie Xie looked at him in surprise. This guy seemed to have become even stronger!

"Wang Jinxi." The skinny student standing on the right said calmly.

"Wang Billy." A tall, dark-skinned young man who was protected by three people behind him said cheerfully, showing his big white teeth to Nan Fusheng and the other three.

Tang Wulin said, "Grade One, Class Five, Tang Wulin."

"Gu Yue."

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

"Nan Fusheng." Nan Fusheng stared at Wang Billy, who was protected by a group of people, with some curiosity. He looked like a senior student, and some people believed him! Moreover, he was so tall, but he was not a strong attack spirit master.

Seeing that the match between the two sides was already full of tension before it even started, Long Hengxu couldn't help but frowned, "Let me emphasize that this is an internal match of the academy. During the match, it is only a matter of time before it ends and only the winner is decided. You are not allowed to intentionally injure your opponent, otherwise, the academy will impose additional penalties."

"Yes!" the eight people answered in unison.

"Okay, get ready for the game, both sides retreat." Under the supervision of Long Hengxu, both sides retreated and kept a certain distance between them.

(End of this chapter)