The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 375 - 184: The Battle of the Mentors, Ye Hanjun steps up!_1

At these words, silence descended in the battle hall once more.

The battle between the first battleaxe and the second heavenly proud son was indeed thrilling.

Nevertheless, the name of the "Master Han" from Canghai Pavilion was now known far and wide, even across different academies.

Could it be that he was one of the team mentors?

Could it be that he too had come to Tianyafu Residence?

The students, who had just been sighing, unconsciously widened their eyes.

Their attention was generally focused on the Ten Talents. Indeed, it was impossible for each of them to thoroughly investigate the identity of each mentor and pay equal attention to them.

Luo Ye’s challenge made the battle stage, which had cooled down a bit, heat up once again.

But, strangely enough, despite all the anticipation and discussion, not a single person among the thirty exchange students from Canghai Pavilion was smiling.

"After losing a person, would your academy still want to lose face and be utterly trampled on?"

Tan Ziping snorted coldly and retorted without the slightest courtesy:

"The battles between the Eight Battleaxes and the Ten Great Heavenly Proud Sons are all fights of equal rank, a fair competition. The losers bear their loss; no one will question it."

"But Master Han has been on The Path of Controlling Spirits for less than half a year."

"His promotion to the second rank is already considered miraculous."

"At this moment, you are actually going to send out a special powerhouse who can serve as a mentor at the second rank, to challenge Master Han, who has recently been promoted?"

The expression on Tan Ziping’s face grew colder as he spoke.

Huo Xin, who had barely recovered from his initial injury but was still severely low on vitality, erupted into a playful laugh and taunted:

"Oh my, I thought the Tianyafu Residence was very promising. This time during the five-academy competition, you might even be able to climb to third-place."

"But you couldn’t handle the praise. The student team just lost, and now you want to pick off the weak in the faculty team? You think we would agree?"

"Mentor Luo."

Yan Xuehui stood up and offered a gentle smile on her beautiful face:

"Although I’m not very talented, I’m the seventh of the Ten Talents, carrying the title ’Thorn Princess’."

"If your academy is not satisfied yet, why don’t I compete with you? As I am also at the second rank, I believe I’m qualified."

"..."

The smile gradually faded from Luo Ye’s face.

He frowned and glanced at Ye Hanjun, then swept his gaze over Tan Ziping, Yan Xuehui, Huo Xin, and others, only to find that their expressions were uniform.

Not only that, among the other 25 non-Ten Talents exchange students, Renwo Kuang, who had the strongest build, Wang Xinfei, whose family background was not to be underestimated, and Li Jingming, an unparalleled handsome genius - were all watching indifferently, appearing utterly disdainful of him.

"It’s just a challenge after all..."

Luo Ye tried to defend himself, emphasizing his status as a mentor.

Ji Yan suddenly interrupted, abruptly saying:

"Xiong Tao, since your academy has included the mentors’ matches in the exchange,"

"I’ll take the first round."

"If you’re afraid of a fight, go get the other two ace mentors. Even with a relay fight, you should still have some confidence, right?"

"Oh?"

Xiong Tao was slightly stunned as he laughed while digging his ears:

"Master Ji has a great sense of humor."

"You’re skilled at swift attacks, and most people indeed can’t handle you."

"But do you think I, Xiong Tao, would be weaker than you and need others’ help?!"

Seeing the apparent atmosphere of confrontation shift from the Ten Talents to Ji Yan, Ye Hanjun grinned, and his clear voice arose like ripples:

"Master Ji, Mentor Xiong, it’s just a simple challenge. There’s no need to raise so much ire."

"Since it’s an exchange between the two academies, harmony should prevail. Friendship first, competition second."

"Mentor Luo Ye, right? I’ll take up this battle."

"Although I’ve never heard your name before, after pondering, the ’Old Shoemaker’, who may experience physical aging due to his ability, could be the possible candidate, right?"

Ye Hanjun rose to his feet, patted Yan Xuehui’s shoulder, indicating her to calm down.

Next, he gave Huo Xin a look, implying he should stop mocking and just watch quietly.

"Click, click, click..."

Facing the cryptic gazes of thousands, Ye Hanjun leisurely walked onto the battle stage from the stairs.

The entire process took about 30 seconds during which everyone remained silent. More than half the students held their breath, completely unsure of his agenda.

"Please."

Ye Hanjun extended his right hand, signaling that the battle could begin.

Luo Ye touched the back of his head, equally unsure about Ye Hanjun’s intentions.

"My students and my colleagues acknowledge my teaching abilities, so they respect me and do not want me to receive unfair treatment, to suffer unnecessary setbacks and injuries."

"Of course, there are matters of the academy’s honor involved. As a mentor at Canghai Pavilion, if I’m too weak, it will inevitably give rise to gossip."

"However...those days are gone."

"No matter who your academy sends, be they students or mentors, as long as they challenge the second rank, I will not refuse, even if you wish for a relay fight, I will accompany it to the end."

Ye Hanjun smiled lightly, and a yellowish glow glowed from the mark on his left wrist.

As the light flickered, the summoning array briefly appeared, bringing forth Huazhu in front of him.

"Whoosh~~~"

The golden vertical pupils slowly opened, and the battle-scarred field, was suddenly rendered with a different atmosphere.

It felt as if a queen had left her palace, her chariot, the hustle and bustle, the comfort, to come alone to a desolate wilderness.