Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Why was this guy so gloating when Dai Huabin's team was in the top 16?

Of course, it's because Dai Huabin left, which made their place in the top four.

The elimination round sequence is quite important, as it determines the number of core disciples.

Therefore, Zhou Sichen's team and Dai Huabin are in a direct competitive relationship.

The semi-final matches were in full swing this morning.

Wang Dong's current strength is beyond question; he even single-handedly overthrew Xie Huanyue and the Luo brothers.

As for Zhou Sichen's team....

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, and Long Xiangyue raised their hands in unison, smiling broadly as they raised the white flag.

The movements were so smooth, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

The three put up a brief resistance, showing off their "style," before quickly surrendering.

After all, they were already crushed once in the round-robin stage.

They couldn't beat them no matter what, and Tang Wulin was, in a sense, their benefactor, allowing Zhou Sichen's group to reach the top four.

Tang Wulin looked utterly helpless.

"Congratulations to Tang Wulin for winning his team and advancing to the finals!"

The referee shouted.

Tang Wulin was helpless, but he was still quite happy to have won.

He stretched out his hand, palm up, ready for a simple hand-over-hand celebration.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng exchanged a glance, and it seemed as if invisible sparks crackled in the air.

Wu Feng moved quickly, stepping forward with a slight blush on her face, and slapped her hand onto the back of Tang Wulin's hand.

She even pressed down slightly.

Seeing this, Ning Tian narrowed his light blue eyes, walked gracefully forward, and gently placed his fair hand on the top.

However, it was clearly suspended in mid-air and not connected with the witch wind.

Thus, the three hands stacked together created a delicate situation:

Tang Wulin was at the bottom bearing the weight, Wu Feng's hand pressed down enthusiastically, while Ning Tian's hand "floated" at the top.

Tang Wulin's lips twitched as he watched this scene.

Regarding the magnetic levitation hand.

What happened to them?

Aren't they best friends or girlfriends?

There will never be another good sister like Ning Tianwufeng.

The final match between Tang Wulin's team and Wang Dong's team is scheduled for the afternoon.

The sun is shining brightly.

The stands were packed, with many people even standing in the aisles.

Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo sat in the best seats, chatting casually.

Just then.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable commotion arose from the preparation area.

"Holy crap! Who's that?"

"A new teacher? We can't..."

"Hehehe, white hair, I like you the most."

A woman dressed in an elegant long dress and with snow-white hair walked gracefully towards us.

She had delicate features, fair skin, and a faint blush like a young girl.

Her face, with its delicate and charming features, completely belied her usual fierce and menacing demeanor.

Mu Jin happened to accompany Fan Yu to the vicinity.

Upon seeing that figure, I felt a pang of panic.

“Zhou…Zhou Yi?!” she exclaimed in a low voice.

When Fan Yu saw the young Zhou Yi, he was visibly stunned.

That's right, it's Zhou Yi.

She shed her disguise, revealing her dry, gray hair to have transformed into a smooth, silvery-white hue. With light makeup on her face, she was the epitome of a cool and aloof white-haired beauty.

Zhou Yi did not speak.

They arrived in front of Wang Dong's team.

Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and even Huo Yuhao, who had been wearing a poker face for several days, were all shocked.

Zhou Yi didn't waste any words explaining; instead, she carefully laid out the final tactics.

Then, she lowered her eyes, clutching a handkerchief in her hand with slightly clenched fingers, her gaze shifting unnaturally to the person opposite her.

Wu Changkong stood in front of Tang Wulin and the other two, doing the same thing.

When Yan Shaozhe saw Zhou Yi like this, he almost spat out his tea.

Qian Duoduo's eyes widened, like copper bells.

"Tsk," Yan Shaozhe, a seasoned veteran in the dating scene, shook his head, "To dress up for the one you want to please. Unfortunately, the one you want to please doesn't even notice her."

Du Weilun listened from the side, and subconsciously wanted to sigh.

But... it seemed like he'd said that too many times, so he shut up.

Zhou Yi could feel the gazes coming from all directions, and her expression became awkward.

Of course she knew she was being foolish; how could Wu Changkong possibly give her a second glance?

But... that's what she wanted.

Zhou Yi secretly hoped that Wu Changkong would change his mind.

At the very least, don't say goodbye like an "old woman".

"Both finalists enter the arena!" The referee's voice brought her back to reality.

Wang Dong was the first to jump onto the field, her short, light blue hair dazzling in the sunlight.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, was relaxed. He smiled towards Gu Yuena in the audience before slowly walking onto the stage.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng followed closely behind.

The final round of the freshman assessment elimination tournament is about to begin!

"come on."

Zhou Yi secretly cheered on her students.

She had certainly heard of Tang Wulin's terrifying talent and strength, the Golden Dragon of Power, and three golden spirit rings.

They easily suppressed Dai Huabin's Netherworld White Tiger.

Winning is indeed quite unlikely.

But... keep going!

Her gaze fell on Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao was the last to step onto the assessment area's competition field.

He lowered his head, his black, tousled hair obscuring most of his face, revealing only his bloodless lips.

Everything around us seemed to be separated by a thick, dirty glass.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young person's potential!"

He remembered his own past roars.

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but laugh at himself.

The torrential rain that fell on him today felt even colder than the day his mother died.

The power he gained with a quarter of his life ultimately led to a crushing defeat!

They paid such a heavy price, yet couldn't even win a single round-robin match.

Huo Yuhao quietly raised his eyelids.

I glanced at the person across from me who was my age and exuded youthful energy.

The smile on Tang Wulin's face stung his spiritual eyes.

That day, he also saw Tang Wulin's three magnificent golden spirit rings, and he saw him crush Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's Netherworld White Tiger like a chick.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Yan Shaozhe personally received him, winning countless envious and admiring glances.

Huo Yuhao saw Dai Huabin, who had suffered a crushing defeat, like a stray dog.

He felt no joy.

Instead, there was a sense of despair and helplessness.

Huo Yuhao clearly saw the gap in talent this time, a gap that could not be bridged by hard work alone.

Why?

Why are some people born with powerful martial spirits, noble bloodlines, and the attention of the masses?

Why should I, who have given everything, be treated like a clown!

Despair, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart and began to spread into the depths of his soul.

Huo Yuhao felt like a rat in a sewer.

Peeking through the cracks at the sunlit world outside, where flowers bloom everywhere.

But none of that mattered to him. He exerted all his strength, got himself filthy, and even ate poisoned bait, only to end up with even more foul-smelling sewage.

unfair.

This world has never been fair.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual eyes were empty; he couldn't even feel pain, only emptiness.

The harsher reality is, the greater the emptiness in his eyes!

This void was carved out by this hellish world.

In despair, Huo Yuhao thought, "Is it me who's wrong, or the world?"

Chapter 99 Tang San: Tang Wulin is the son of the Goddess of Destruction and Life! (This chapter has 4.5k words)

Just as everyone thought.

Wang Dong's team lost the game without any suspense.

Tang Wulin didn't even use any of his abilities related to the golden spirit ring; he only used the simple Blue Silver Grass and his physical strength.

Wang Dong and the other two couldn't withstand it.

The freshman assessment and final round have ended.

Du Weilun, the Dean of Instruction of the Martial Soul Department, was already prepared. He stepped forward and solemnly announced.

"The final champions of the freshman assessment elimination round are Tang Wulin, Ning Tian, ​​and Wu Feng's team!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted.

Tang Wulin and his two companions stood on the field, enjoying the cheers of the crowd.