Douluo: I'm Invincible

Chapter 27: The Competition Begins

Wu Changkong said, "The promotion competition is about to begin. One match a day—until you fail the challenge. You have only one goal: make it to fourth grade."

Make it to fourth grade? Upon hearing these words, two of them were shocked, while Nan Fusheng and Gu Yue remained calm.

After all, at Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy, students in fourth grade were often already at the two-ring level. Some even reached the Great Spirit Master stage by third grade. They were still just first graders—advancing to fourth grade wouldn't be easy.

Wu Changkong said lightly, "And to be clear, I mean Class One of the fourth grade. Only if you defeat them will you receive all the rewards. Otherwise, everything will be confiscated and counted as class expenses."

"Teacher Wu, this is too harsh!" Xie Xie protested.

Wu Changkong said coldly, "If you think it's harsh, you can withdraw. Fusheng, Wulin, and Gu Yue will participate in the competition."

"Great! I don't want to carry dead weight anyway," Gu Yue said calmly while fiddling with her fingers.

"You—!" Xie Xie turned around and glared at her.

Though he had been repeatedly defeated by Nan Fusheng's first soul skill in one-on-one fights, he had always blamed himself for that.

But Gu Yue was different. She overwhelmed him not just with strength but with condescension. Those eyes she gave him—like he was some kind of trash fish—were the worst.

Worse still, he always felt Gu Yue had bad intentions toward his good brother Tang Wulin. She was way too interested in him—greedy for his body, even. Because of that, Xie Xie had always been wary of her.

Gu Yue tilted her head. "Not convinced?"

Xie Xie looked at Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin, hoping one of them would speak on his behalf.

Nan Fusheng shrugged. "You know how Teacher is. We can't help you with this one."

Xie Xie: I can endure this.

Wu Changkong's cold eyes flashed with amusement. He was quite satisfied with these four disciples.

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The promotion competition was a major annual event at Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy. It was one of the few school-wide events where students from all grades paid attention.

Students who performed well in the promotion matches would have their performance logged and placed in their files. That record played a key role in determining who would be recommended for enrollment in Advanced Spirit Master academies later.

And the material rewards were equally tempting.

The better a class did, the higher its rank could rise—and even the class advisor could be rewarded.

Because of all that, the promotion tournament had gradually become a matter of honor across the school. Losing to a lower-ranked class was disgraceful. Beating a higher-ranked class was something to boast about.

The competition was held three months after the school year started. That gave each class enough time to pick their best students and devise battle tactics.

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Today, the weather was nice and cool. A competition platform had been set up in the center of the intermediate division's playground. It wasn't much—just a circular stage 100 meters in diameter, made of a ten-centimeter-thick metal plate.

It took up a significant portion of the field. Around the stage was a soul power shield to prevent accidents, and dedicated teachers were stationed around as referees and emergency responders.

The competition was held after school so as not to interfere with class.

The bell had just rung, and students of all grades poured out of the academic buildings. But few rushed toward the arena.

After all, this was just a first-grade Class 5 vs. Class 4 match. Not exactly a thrilling headline.

Most second-grade students and above didn't care. Only a few other first-grade classes showed up—particularly Class 3, who would be competing the next day.

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As soon as the bell rang, Class 5 of first grade arrived in formation and stood neatly to one side of the field.

Three months of special training had reshaped them. They might not have had the best innate talent, but under Wu Changkong's bootcamp, they had improved dramatically in terms of physical fitness—and even their spirit power cultivation had accelerated.

By contrast, the students from Class 4 trickled in lazily, strolling in twos and threes with no sense of urgency.

A short, chubby teacher waddled over to Wu Changkong and smiled. "Teacher Wu, the students you teach are quite something. Just look at that team formation. I couldn't get my Class 4 boys to do that if I tried. They're so sloppy..."

He chuckled. "In today's match, show a little mercy, alright? Maybe we don't deserve to go up to Class 3, but at least help us stay in Class 4, won't you?"

Wu Changkong didn't even glance at him. He looked straight ahead—treating him like air.

Kong Hanwen, the teacher of Class 4, Grade 1, was nearly driven to a stroke from the cold shoulder.

> "So arrogant!"

Sure, Wu Changkong was strong. But how strong could a bunch of nobodies from Class 5 really be?

The academy determined class rankings based strictly on spirit types and spirit power levels.

> "Think you're so great, huh? We'll see."

Kong Hanwen turned away, throwing a sarcastic comment behind him. "Well then, Teacher Wu, I'll see you on the competition field."

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At that moment, the teaching director, Long Hengxu, stepped onto the stage.

"Today begins the first round of the promotion tournament. First grade Class 5 will challenge Class 4. Teacher Wu Changkong, how many participants from your class?"

Normally, Long Hengxu wouldn't have cared much for a low-grade match. But he was curious what kind of students Wu Changkong had trained in these three months—especially after being forced to admit his mistake and apologize for judging them earlier.

Wu Changkong nodded. "Four."

Long Hengxu turned to Class 4. "Four from Class 5. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to select your participants."

Kong Hanwen, no longer pretending to be friendly, snorted. "Doesn't matter who we send. Class 5? Hah. Jialong, Kato Ying, Lin Zunyuan, Moss—go up there. Show them the power of Class 4."

Wu Changkong simply waved, and Tang Wulin, Nan Fusheng, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue stepped onto the platform.

Long Hengxu glanced at Wu Changkong, slightly puzzled.

> "They're the challengers—shouldn't they send fewer people, just their top two maybe?"

Four-man teams were rare among challengers. Usually, weaker classes picked one or two strong students to avoid total embarrassment.

> "Could it be… Class 5's overall strength really has increased?"

He recognized Tang Wulin. Wasn't that the kid with the useless martial soul?

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Class 4's lineup:

Jia Long – short but muscular, clearly the lead

Lin Zunyuan – thin and wiry

Moss – average build, eager to go

Kato Ying – gloomy and quiet

Class 5's formation was neat:

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue stood in a triangle formation, with Tang Wulin at the center—clearly designated as the commander. Nan Fusheng stood behind, shielded by the three of them.

"Ready!" Long Hengxu raised his right hand high.

The two sides stood 50 meters apart.

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