Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 41 - Overcoming Obstacles

At Mu Tong's command, the three students from Class 1 of the new students sprang into action. Zi Hao shouted, and two yellow hundred-year soul rings appeared around his body.

A flash of light appeared, and his body suddenly became even more imposing, charging forward like a small giant.

Behind Zi Hao, Leng Leng and Ma Qing Shuang also released their martial souls at the same time. Leng Leng's martial soul was a short sword, while Ma Qing Shuang's martial soul was actually a jumping spider! They each had only one spirit ring, and both were a hundred years old.

At this moment, Qian Renxue and Ning Tian leaned against the wall, watching with great interest, showing no intention of making a move.

A strong offensive type paired with two agile offensive types is a very good configuration, but unfortunately, one great soul master and two soul masters are not enough to make Qian Lingyun use her soul skills. Using a six-winged purple light wing and a death scythe is already the greatest respect she can show them.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qian Lingyun slowly took off her school uniform jacket, revealing a backless, fitted long dress, from which six dazzling, amethyst-like wings burst forth.

Leaping into the air, Qian Lingyun looked down at the three people below while simultaneously responding to their attacks. Qian Lingyun swept out with her left arm, directly meeting Zi Hao, who possessed the Mighty Bear Martial Soul, while her right arm's scythe blade thrust upwards and slashed downwards, meeting the cold sword light. Her positioning was impeccable.

With a slight increase in the strength in his arm, Leng Leng, who was relatively weak, could hardly hold on, and the serrated bone spikes on Qian Lingyun's scythe pierced directly into his shoulder!

As for Ma Qing Shuang, who possessed the Jumping Spider Martial Soul, she stood silently in place. Her Six-Winged Purple Light Wings and Death Scythe carried the residual aura of the Death Spider King and the Purple Winged Spider King. This innate restraint from her Martial Soul made her tremble, and she even found it difficult to summon her Martial Soul.

"Teacher, I give up!"

He watched helplessly as his blood dripped down Qian Lingyun's serrated scythe blade to his feet. Unable to endure this torture any longer, he cried out to the referee for help.

Upon hearing this, Mu Tong appeared beside Qian Lingyun in a single breath, gesturing for her to raise the Death Scythe.

"Tsk." Qian Lingyun pouted, obediently raised her right arm, and with a backhand scythe, pressed it against Zi Hao's abdomen, shouting to Mu Tong, "Teacher, take him away too! He's already 'dead.'"

In just a short while, two of the three players from one team had already left the field, and the third was squatting on the sidelines trembling like a quail.

"Hey, hey, hey, get down yourself, or should I beat you down?" Qian Lingyun stretched and walked over, impatiently patting Ma Qingshuang's shoulder a few times with the Death Scythe.

"I give up!"

Before Qian Lingyun could say anything more harsh, Ma Qingshuang stumbled and ran off the stage.

Mr. Mu Tong, watching from the sidelines, had a look of amazement in his eyes. The other three-person teams were also watching from the sidelines. After watching this match, everyone's face was solemn, and the entire Twelfth District became completely silent.

"Class 9, the Snow White team has won a match." Mu Tong handed the injured Leng Leng to the healing-type Soul Master who was patrolling back and forth, and recorded the result on the document in his hand.

The three who lost the match looked at each other, their faces filled with despair. They seemed to already imagine the cruel punishment Zhou Yi would give them when they got back.

After registering the competition results, Mu Tong glanced at Qian Lingyun and the other two with satisfaction, thinking to himself, "It seems that this is my sister's secret weapon to win the championship!"

An afternoon passed quickly, and the first round of the freshman assessment came to a close. Today's assessment was mainly to help the freshmen adapt to this combat-style assessment method.

The intensity of the assessments will increase significantly on the second day.

There are two rounds of assessments each in the morning and afternoon, for a total of four rounds. The third day is even more daunting, with each team having to undergo five rounds of assessments.

This not only trains the trainees' combat skills, but also their ability to fight a protracted war.

When the assessment began on the second day, the students of Class 9 were all silently thanking their dreadful vice class monitor.

Compared to the hellish training of the vice class monitor, which consisted of only four or five matches a day, the pressure of the four matches was nothing. They were not afraid of this kind of pressure at all.

With multiple matches in one day, the other freshmen groups, in order to achieve better results, even forfeited their matches against Qian Lingyun's group to prepare for the next one.

This resulted in the other seven groups working themselves to the bone for the next two days, while Qian Lingyun's team just sat in the preparation area yawning. The more tired the other groups were, the less they dared to compete with them.

Achieving a perfect record in just one match is truly remarkable, especially considering the dozens of assessment zones.

Therefore, Mu Tong specifically sought out Mu Jin and excitedly asked her what kind of incredible luck she had or if she had sacrificed all her luck with men to get so many good prospects!

Enraged, Mu Jin grabbed a kitchen knife and chased Mu Tong around.

Because of their excellent performance in the 12th district, new teams joined the 12th district in the following days after eliminating the defeated teams.

These new young people didn't know the rules of District Twelve, and they started spouting nonsense, only to be completely beaten senseless by Qian Lingyun all by herself...

Soon, the top 64 teams stood out from hundreds of teams, and the trainees also got a short break.

In Class 9, the students were making a lot of noise, sharing their heroic achievements in the competition.

Mu Jin didn't speak, but simply lay lazily on the teacher's chair, looking at these promising little devils, and said with satisfaction, "I've been a teacher for many years, and this is the first time that the entire class has advanced to the next grade without a single student missing. More than one-fifth of the 150 spots in the class came from our class! You are my pride."

"but!"

Mu Jin's voice suddenly became much sterner. She tapped the table lightly with her index finger a few times and said with a sigh, "But only two groups from our class made it into the top 64, which is only one-thirty-two. This is something I didn't expect."

Upon hearing this, the students in the audience who were initially relieved to have passed the assessment felt a pang of anxiety.

But Mu Jin smiled and said, "Of course, I don't mean to blame you. Being too mediocre isn't a big problem. At least we still have a seeded team that can win the championship."

As she spoke, Mu Jin's gaze swept back and forth between Qian Renxue, Qian Lingyun, and Ning Tian.

"Like I said, the rewards for the top three are incredibly generous, especially for first place. Wow, I'm drooling over that reward!" Mu Jin said, scratching her chin as she encouraged the only two teams from the class that made it to the final sixty-four.

"The losing team won't be punished; they can just come back to class. The winning team will stay there and continue the competition. So, even if you lose, don't feel pressured. You are the pride of our Class 9."

After saying that, Mu Jin explained the rules of the knockout stage to the two teams that were trying to save face:

"The knockout stage will last for three days, with one match each in the morning and afternoon each day. It will be a two-on-one match, and the winners will be determined by drawing lots."

(End of this chapter)