In the blink of an eye, several months flowed by like water.
During this period of special training, Fang Yang, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie had developed sufficient tacit understanding.
Among them, Fang Yang's strength was unfathomable, with Gu Yue closely following, demonstrating terrifying multi-element control.
Tang Wulin, relying on his Divine Rank Spirit, the Sea God Blue Silver Emperor, was also growing rapidly.
In comparison, Xie Xie's situation was a bit awkward.
Although he possessed twin spirits, the Light Dragon Dagger and Dark Dragon Dagger, he seemed like a roadside… under the dazzling brilliance of the other three.
"Teacher Wu, who will Class Four send to compete against us in the promotion match? Do you have any information on their participants?" Xie Xie asked Wu Changkong, eager to try.
On the training ground, Wu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his blue hair gently fluttering.
His tone was as cold as frost: "A mere Class Four. If you still need information to defeat them, are you even worthy of being my students?"
He scanned the four of them with his gaze, "You only have one mission: crush them! Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Fang Yang and the other three responded in unison, their voices echoing through the training ground.
Wu Changkong nodded slightly and continued, "The promotion match is about to begin, one match per day until all matches are over. I'm giving you a goal: reach the fourth grade."
"No problem!" Fang Yang led the response, and the other three also nodded.
A hint of a smile flashed in Wu Changkong's eyes. He was very satisfied with these four students.
Fang Yang and Gu Yue, who possessed extraordinary talent, Tang Wulin with his Blue Silver Emperor, and Xie Xie with his twin spirits.
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The promotion match, as an annual grand event at Eastsea Academy, held an extremely high status throughout the entire academy. Whether it was the advanced section or the Intermediate section, all grades had to participate.
This event not only concerned class honor but also was closely related to the students' future.
Students who performed exceptionally well in the promotion match would have their achievements meticulously recorded in their files, serving as an important recommendation for future admission to higher-level academies.
The material rewards were equally generous. The winning class would not only improve its ranking, but the head teacher would also receive awards from the academy.
After many years of development, the promotion match had become a symbol of honor at Eastsea Academy. Being defeated by a lower-ranked class was a great disgrace, while defeating a higher-ranked class was supreme glory.
The reason why this promotion match was held three months after the start of school was to give each class ample time to select students and arrange tactics.
The academy specifically scheduled the competition three months after the start of school to give each class ample preparation time, including selecting team members and formulating tactics.
On the day of the match, the weather was mild and sunny, with a clear blue sky.
In the center of the Intermediate section's playground, a competition stage had been set up. It was, in fact, a circular area with a diameter of a hundred meters, paved with ten-centimeter-thick metal plates.
It occupied a large part of the playground. Around the competition stage were special Spirit-guided shield generators to prevent accidents during the match.
To avoid affecting normal teaching, the matches were scheduled to be held after school.
When the dismissal bell rang, students poured out of the teaching building like a tide, but only a few actually went to the competition stage to watch.
"First-year new students, Class Five versus Class Four? What's so good about watching a match between these bottom-feeders?"
Most of the students from the higher-grade classes dismissed it with disdain and turned to leave.
However, in the crowd, Xu Xiaoyu looked thoughtfully towards the arena, muttering, "If I remember correctly... that person is in Class Five."
"Senior, are you going to watch the new student match?"
Ouyang Zixin's beautiful eyes lit up, and she walked over with a smile, "How about together?"
Xu Xiaoyu nodded slightly, and the two walked towards the arena.
At the same time, several first-year classes had already arrived in full.
Especially Class Three, which was scheduled to compete tomorrow, had already occupied the best viewing positions, clearly paying close attention to this battle.
The Class Five students, led by Wu Changkong, entered the playground in neat formation.
Three months of special training had transformed this once "poor class."
Although their talent was ordinary, under Wu Changkong's strict training, their physical fitness had greatly improved, and even their spirit power had increased significantly compared to before.
In contrast, the students of First-Year Class Four arrived late, in twos and threes.
Their faces were filled with disdain, clearly not taking this match seriously.
Class Four's head teacher, Kong Hanwen, walked towards Wu Changkong with a round belly, his face covered in a fake smile: "Teacher Wu is indeed a good instructor! Look how neat this team is.
"Our Class Four children are used to being undisciplined. For today's promotion match, please go easy on us! Although we may not be able to beat Class Three, you really must help us keep Class Four."
Wu Changkong didn't even glance at him, treating him as if he were air.
First-Year Class Four's head teacher, Kong Hanwen, instantly darkened, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes, and he said in a sarcastic tone: "It seems Teacher Wu is very confident! Then we'll see the truth on the field!"
With that, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Among them, Fang Yang and the others noticed Teacher Wu's lips move slightly, as if he had uttered a rather impolite word...
"Teacher Wu is really black-bellied..."
Xie Xie couldn't help but snicker.
Upon hearing this, Wu Changkong gave him a cold glance. Xie Xie immediately shrunk his neck, not daring to make another sound.
At this moment, Director of Instruction Long Hengxu ascended the competition stage: "The first-year promotion match officially begins, with Class Five challenging Class Four. Teacher Wu, please confirm the number of participants."
In fact, Long Hengxu was quite interested in this match, especially wanting to know what kind of students Wu Changkong had cultivated over the past three months.
Wu Changkong nodded slightly, his voice cold: "Three students from our class will participate."
Long Hengxu turned towards Kong Hanwen of Class Four: "Class Five has three participants, Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to confirm your roster."
Kong Hanwen changed his fake smile from before, haughtily waving his hand: "To deal with Class Five, anyone will do. Jialong, Lin Zunyuan, Mos, you three go. Remember, you represent the honor of Class Four!"
He deliberately raised his voice, his tone full of disdain, "Remember, you represent the honor of Class Four!"
"Xie Xie, you rest first."
Wu Changkong suddenly spoke, "Fang Yang, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, you three are up for the first match."
"Yes, Teacher Wu." Xie Xie quickly responded.
Under everyone's gaze, the members of both teams successively ascended the competition stage.
The three sent by Class Four each had their own characteristics: Jialong was short and stout like an iron tower, his muscles bulging; Lin Zunyuan was slender with sinister eyes; Mos was of average build, seemingly ordinary but secretly sharp.
After the three stood firm, Jialong suddenly raised his thick arm, gave a thumbs up towards Class Five, then fiercely flipped it downwards, revealing a provocative grin.
"Class Five's trash, if you can't do it, get lost, don't waste our time!"
On Class Five's side, Fang Yang's expression was calm as he slowly walked onto the competition stage.
He said indifferently, "A bunch of clowns."
Gu Yue and Tang Wulin stood half a step behind him, one on his left and one on his right.
This formation clearly conveyed one message: "This battle will be centered around Fang Yang."
"Both sides, prepare!"
Referee Long Hengxu raised his right hand high, with both sides standing fifty meters apart.
His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet arena: "The first match of the new academic year's promotion match, begins now!"
As Long Hengxu's words fell, the previously noisy audience instantly fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the competition stage.
This highly anticipated showdown was finally about to begin.
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