"Students and teachers of the Spirit Hall Academy, please rise."
Bibi Dong, seated on her supreme throne, raised her jade hand lightly.
"Today is the grand competition held every six months by the Spirit Hall Academy. This competition has only one purpose!"
"Unleash your talents to the fullest! Let the Spirit Hall be proud of you students! Let the future of the Spirit Hall shine upon you!"
"Long live the Spirit Hall, long live the Pope!"
Just as all the teachers and students were immersed in a wave of excitement, Ying Yanyang suddenly whispered to Wang Zhong.
"Wang Zhong! Take the flag and hurry up there!"
"Ah! Up where?" Wang Zhong was stunned.
"To the Pope's front! Didn't Hu Liena tell you!" Ying Yanyang's teeth nearly shattered. At this moment, in front of the Pope, something absolutely must not go wrong, or Class A would be utterly disgraced.
"Oh, oh, right, right!"
Hearing this, Wang Zhong, holding the flag, trotted towards Bibi Dong seated at the very top.
Seeing Wang Zhong's trotting, Ying Yanyang's vision went black.
It's over!!!
But Wang Zhong had no idea what Ying Yanyang was thinking. He arrived before Bibi Dong and, under the watchful eyes of three people, tilted his head in thought. Then, he knelt on one knee, head bowed, thinking.
"It seems one must perform a kneeling ceremony when meeting His Holiness the Pope! I shouldn't be wrong!"
The entire square fell silent, everyone staring at Wang Zhong's actions with dumbfounded shock and confusion.
What is this guy doing!?
Hu Liena, below, was almost crying with anxiety.
Wang Zhong definitely hadn't looked at her notes from yesterday! After all, she had reminded him over and over again!
With a hint of a smile in her eyes, Bibi Dong gazed at the kneeling Wang Zhong, her red lips pressed together.
After a long while, seeing that Wang Zhong still made no move, she helplessly shook her head and extended her palm towards him.
Seeing the delicate hand, like white jade, extended before him, Wang Zhong's gaze fell into complete confusion.
"What does she want?"
He hadn't even had time to finish reading Hu Liena's notes before he fell asleep due to exhaustion.
Therefore, Wang Zhong had no idea that as the most talented first-year student, he was supposed to solemnly walk step by step to Bibi Dong and respectfully hand over the flag symbolizing the Spirit Hall Academy to her, so that she could officially announce the start of the first-year competition.
Frowning in thought for a while, Wang Zhong suddenly recalled that Hu Liena had once mentioned that among nobles, there was a custom called the kiss of the hand.
Thus, under the gaze of all, in the midst of nearly petrified eyes, Wang Zhong reached out, took Bibi Dong's jade hand, flipped it over, and lightly touched her smooth hand with his lips.
Hiss!~
In the square, gasps of cold air rose one after another.
"What's going on with Class A this year!"
"Is the chief of Class A such an idiot!"
...
The Pope was supreme, who dared to disrespect her so.
Ying Yanyang, Class A's homeroom teacher, stumbled as if he were about to collapse on the spot.
His career might just end here!
Bibi Dong, looking at Wang Zhong's naive actions, let out a soft laugh.
"Silly child, it's not a kiss of the hand. It's giving me the flag in your hand, so that I can announce the start of the Spirit Hall Academy's grand competition."
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry!"
Wang Zhong, having made a blunder, quickly apologized and hastily handed the flag to Bibi Dong, his face flushed red as he lowered his head.
"The Spirit Hall Academy's all-year-grade grand competition officially begins!"
With a casual wave of the flag that was handed to her, it was pinned to the arena in the center of the square. With Bibi Dong's announcement, the all-year-grade grand competition officially commenced.
"Little fellow, the competition has already started, why aren't you going down?"
Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on one hand, and smiled at Wang Zhong.
Only then did Wang Zhong snap back to reality and hastily flee down from the stage.
"Your Holiness, this little fellow is too unruly."
"His homeroom teacher seems somewhat negligent," Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, with his handsome and charming appearance, frowned as he watched Wang Zhong's retreating figure.
Bibi Dong waved her hand and said with a light laugh, "Just a little rudeness, it's harmless."
"Compared to this, I value this child's talent even more."
"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, have you ever heard of a six-year-old Spirit Master who reached level sixteen on this continent?"
Behind Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's expressions turned extremely shocked.
Except for that one person whose spirit was special and awakened at level twenty, they had never heard of such a child.
"Your Holiness, could it be that child!" Chrysanthemum Douluo exclaimed.
Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon Wang Zhong, who was being lectured by his teacher in his class, and nodded slightly.
"Wang Zhong, possesses a Tree Spirit, born with full spirit power."
"He obtained his first spirit ring six months ago, and in just half a year, his spirit power has increased by six levels!"
"With such talent and aptitude, what's wrong with giving him a little more tolerance and preferential treatment?"
Bibi Dong said softly.
With just that momentary touch, Bibi Dong had clearly seen through Wang Zhong's strength.
"Zhang Ke of Class C, do you dare to come up and fight me!"
"Liu Fei of Class D, hurry up, I've tolerated you for a long time."
"Class B..."
Continuous challenges echoed from the arena, and each person whose name was called jumped onto the stage.
Due to the ample size of the arena, the first-year battles were always conducted simultaneously, with each pair of challengers occupying only a small corner of the stage.
Though the corners were small, they were sufficient for their battles. Moreover, with so many participants, the entire arena was filled with a vibrant atmosphere.
All sorts of spirit abilities were unleashed, and everyone fought with all their might. This scene of a hundred flowers blooming made the chaotic scene incredibly spectacular. Kuai Shu Ge.
"A bunch of trash who haven't even obtained their first spirit ring dare to come up and embarrass themselves!"
"Get out of my way, all of you!"
A figure leaped onto the stage like a fierce tiger pouncing, accompanied by a furious roar. A massive wave of spirit power swept away those who were fighting intensely around him, sending them staggering.
A large open space suddenly appeared in the center of the arena, with the challenger at its epicenter.
"Wang Zhong, what are you still doing down there watching!"
"I've waited a whole half-year for this competition, and today I'll show you that the position in Class A is not something you, a creature of sheer luck, can hold!"
Feng Yuansheng stood in the center of the arena with his arms crossed, and a golden spirit ring slowly rose from beneath his feet. Immense pressure emanated from his imposing body.
This pressure forced those who were about to curse to shut their mouths and quickly retreat to the side.
This was the excitement of the first-year competition. As long as one's talent was astonishing enough and their strength sufficient, they could stand out and make a name for themselves even in a chaotic free-for-all involving tens or hundreds of people.
"Who is this guy, why is he so arrogant!"
"So what if you have your first spirit ring!"
"Shush, brother, don't say anything. He's the strongest person in Class B right now, Feng Yuansheng! He's known as the 'Little Chief' in his class!"
"Chief! How shameless can he be!"
"It's a special title reserved for the strongest talent in Class A, and he, from Class B, has the audacity to use it."
"I heard he's petty and vengeful! Let's speak more quietly!"
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, as some recognized Feng Yuansheng.
"What, are you in such a hurry to taste defeat!" Wang Zhong stood below the stage with his hands clasped behind his head, looking at Feng Yuansheng with a teasing gaze.
"Only after we fight will we know who wins and who loses! Don't be afraid of sticking your tongue out with such big talk now!" Feng Yuansheng retorted, not to be outdone.
With a light chuckle, Wang Zhong walked towards the stage.
"Zhong, be careful! His spirit has a natural counter against yours, don't clash head-on."
Hu Liena held Wang Zhong's arm and warned him.
"Nana, don't worry, he can't beat me."
"The so-called genius is someone who can break all common sense! The so-called spirit counter is just the most laughable excuse."
Fire counters water? Water extinguishes fire! Water counters fire? Fire boils water!
Only if you are strong enough can you truly counter the opponent.