Chapter 309 - Demon Scythe (1/2)

The sound of combat pierced through the air. It was chaos incarnate, thundering booms shaking the earth and sending debris flying sometimes meters away. Battles had broken out throughout every corner of the forest, spreading like wildfire.

However, this was natural, as 101 partic.i.p.ants were scrambling for a measly three positions. They all believed themselves destined to stand at the summit, special and extraordinary among crowds of the mundane.

And today was the best chance to showcase just that to their teachers.

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“Senior brother, who do you think will become the cla.s.s president?” Shen Yi asked, eyes glued to the large screen on the wall, a.n.a.lyzing.

“Tang Wulin,” Wu Zhangkong answered.

“Tang Wulin? Are you sure?”

Wu Zhangkong nodded.

“But Gu Yue and several other students are stronger than him. He doesn't s.h.i.+ne in any aspect and we have a lot of good newcomers flooding in this year,” Shen Yi said. “The inner court's standards are extremely strict now. In fact, the outer court is practically used to toughen students without letting them enter the inner court directly. Do you really think Tang Wulin has a chance against those students?”

Wu Zhangkong shook his head. “It's not his strength that will allow him to win, but his character. I know Tang Wulin isn't the most gifted of his cla.s.smates, and Gu Yue is obviously stronger than him. In fact, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan are about equal to him as well. Not to mention, there are numerous students with more talent than him. That said, I am certain no one is more suited to be cla.s.s president.”

Shen Yi was taken aback. “Is it because he's a schemer? Because he's so two-faced?”

Wu Zhangkong shook his head again. “No. It's because he has the temperament of a leader.”

“A leader's temperament? Aren't you exaggerating a bit too much?” Shen Yi prodded.

Once more, Wu Zhangkong shook his head. “I'm not. Watch him carefully from now on. It took me three years to uncover what sort of person he is. He may be rotten at times, but his character truly s.h.i.+nes when he's faced with a challenge and still manages to make the right decision. You say he's two-faced, but when his comrades are in danger, he doesn't hesitate to step forward to help. Even then, he somehow manages to minimize the damage. Furthermore, his situational awareness is a level above his peers. If he wasn't in charge of his team, then their fighting strength would decrease by twenty or maybe even thirty percent. But under his lead, they act as one cohesive whole.

“His charisma unites the people at his side and makes the willingly accept his commands. Both Gu Yue and Xie Xie are proud kids, but they never forget to call him captain. It's his actions that demand their heartfelt admiration. So like I said before, just watch. I am convinced that out of everyone out there, he's the most likely to become cla.s.s president.”

Shen Yi hummed, eyes glazing over thoughtfully. “I'll sit back and observe then. And I'll await an excellent performance from him.”

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Farther out into the distance, a blood-soaked figure dressed in tattered attire leaped out of the bushes. On his back were a pair of white wings, nothing like the Holy Angel ones Tang Wulin had seen before. Instead of feathers, white hair covered the surface area of the wings, black stripes knitted like spiderwebs.

These same stripes snaked throughout his body. If not for his humanoid form, it would be easy to mistake him for a tiger.

This person had a muscular body covered in wounds. Yet, he managed to rush forward like a roaring gale.

They said clouds come from dragons and winds come from tigers. Tiger-type martial souls were powerful, but he outdone even that by possessing a winged tiger martial soul!

As he dashed from the bushes, three figures followed chase. Leading was someone shrouded in a black haze! The pack moved in complete silence; not a single rustle of a leaf could be heard as they shot through the forest. The area around them dimmed as if the light was being sucked into their pitch-black haze.

The black figures flashed forward, leaving afterimages behind as they closed the gap between them and their prey. It seemed that the winged tiger wasn't truly capable of flight, especially with a gaping hole in his right wing.

Compared to their leader, the two behind the shadowy figure were slower, trailing behind as the one in front overtook the winged tiger soul master.

A jet-black light exploded. Even fifty meters away, Tang Wulin broke out into a cold sweat at its sheer power. This chill came not from the weather, but from the very depths of his soul.

What martial soul is that?

Stricken with dread, the winged tiger soul master barrel rolled in the air, activating his purple third soul ring. His body expanded, a golden s.h.i.+ne dusting his hair as he spun around roaring to face the attack.

As soon as he did, a wave of darkness descended, engulfing both the winged tiger and the shadowy figure pursuing him!