My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 68 Unfair Assessment

Xing Mei arrived, but after not seeing her for a few days, she didn't change much. She was still in the classroom uniform, which hugged her body tightly and showed off her arrogance.

Xing Mei's beautiful eyes flashed between them: "It seems that you have gained a lot these days. The final exam starts in half an hour, so you'd better make adjustments."

Xing Mei said something concise and to the point, then walked out.

Half an hour was not long, and everyone immediately gathered their minds. They did not tell their friends what they had accumulated in their hearts after not seeing each other for several days, and hurriedly started meditating on the spot.

Ye Fan also closed his eyes and began to meditate. He had a hunch that the academy knew his strength and would definitely challenge the difficulty of the assessment based on his strength.

Ye Fan also closed his eyes and began to meditate, and the classroom instantly became quiet. After all, it was about academic work, and they did not dare to be careless.

Half an hour had passed when Xing Mei walked in and woke them up.

"Everyone, get up. I'll take you to the Soul Arena for the assessment." Xing Mei said.

Everyone came to the Soul Arena, which was already crowded with people.

Most of them are students, some in the same grade and some in senior classes.

This is where she introduces the assessment rules in detail.

"Choose the person you are about to face by drawing lots. If you can hold on to the opponent for a candle, or defeat him, you will win. If you fail, you will have to start over."

Xing Mei looked around, scanning the children in front of her one by one. She still had a lot of hope for the students she had brought out.

"You have three chances. If you fail to pass after three times, you will not be able to study in the next semester."

In other words, you will be kicked out of school.

Although there are many students, they have always taken the approach of casting a wide net and focusing on harvesting.

Half-term assessments like this one are actually a way for the college to maintain the strength and talent of students.

They don't care for idlers. If their strength is not up to standard, they will have no choice but to drop out of school and leave this place that most soul masters in the continent dream of.

Filter out the residue and keep the essence.

Ye Fan also understood the meaning of Wuhundian's approach.

He began to look at the students he didn't know, and he found that those students were also looking at him.

The drawing process started quickly, making him wide-eyed. Was this drawing too hasty?

Ye Fan's stunned expression was the same as the classmates in his class beside him.

The method of drawing lots is very simple, just use a square package to cover it up, leaving only a gap at the top that can just accommodate the hand.

On the other hand, those senior students seemed to be accustomed to it.

"Isn't this too rigorous? What if someone cheats?" Someone soon expressed their doubts.

His low voice also resonated with many people.

Yes, this way of drawing lots is too hasty and unfair at all!

Xing Mei glanced at those who were dissatisfied: "Fairness is obtained with strength. Without strength, there is no absolute fairness."

It was domineering but reasonable, but when they heard it, they were filled with anger.

But in this situation, no one is going to be the one to take the lead. This is arranged by the college, and as students, they can only obey.

In response to their expressions of anger and reluctance to speak, those senior students grinned.

Xing Mei's eyes moved, and she paused on Ye Fan again, paused for a moment, and then left without leaving a trace.

Ye Fan didn't say anything. He always remained calm. Even if it was an unfair way of drawing lots, he had nothing to say.

"Which of you will draw first?" Xing Mei placed the lottery box in front of them.

But all of them were fearless, and each of them stopped moving forward.

The first one to draw has both the highest chance of drawing the strongest one and the highest chance of drawing the weakest one.

Even so, they only dared to watch the fire from the other side, intending to see the situation first.

Just when Ye Fan was about to start, Feng Qingtian on the side said disdainfully: "Hey, a bunch of cowards."

His words immediately caused dissatisfaction among the people around him. As proud as he was, he ignored them and walked up to her with his head held high.

When he walked in front of Xing Mei, the fear of her was stern, and the arrogance on his face softened a little. He reached out to fumble in the lottery box, and then took it out.

It was a piece of white paper with the words 'Class [-], Class [-], He Di' written crookedly on it.

"Your opponent is He Di, a student from Class [-], Grade [-]."

When Xing Mei explained to him, her voice deliberately expanded.

Her voice instantly resounded in this soul arena, the crowd was in a commotion, and a classmate wearing glasses walked out in a moment.

"Are you He Di?" Feng Qingtian squinted his eyes slightly and looked away from her to look out of the crowd and see himself standing at the front of the line.

His face was calm, his eye sockets were slightly contracted, with thick lenses in his eyes, and his eyes were piercing.

He touched the middle of the frame with one finger, said nothing, and just stood there quietly.

"That's where your soul fighting platform is." Xing Mei pointed at something.

When the two came on stage, she turned her attention to those who had not yet drawn the lottery.

"Continue to draw." She said, her eyes constantly moving on them to see who was coming up.

Soon someone walked up, it was Ye Jun who was in the same team as Ye Fan before.

It's him?Ye Fan saw the figure clearly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Of course Ye Jun remembered it, he could feel that the latter stood motionless, like a sharp sword that could be unsheathed at any time, with a sense of sharpness.

Ye Jun had no expression on his face, reached out and took out a note, and handed it to Xing Mei in front of him.

Xing Mei took it, lowered her head and glanced at the note: "Grade [-], Class [-], Zhu Zixi."

"Wow, he actually got the 'Big Devil'. This junior is really unlucky." Upon hearing this name, people in the senior group who were familiar with him immediately expressed surprise.

While marveling, she looked at him with more pity and sympathy.

"It is said that the 'Big Demon King' has been promoted to another level during this short vacation. He has now reached an astonishing level 22. Before, he was level 23 and was invincible in the same class. Now he has made great progress. It is really difficult."

Zhu Zixi is relatively well-known in the sophomore circle. He is known for his weird and difficult fighting style.

He should be almost eight years old now. It is not easy to reach level 23 at this age.

Ye Fan thought for a moment and then affirmed it.

Ye Jun heard both sarcastic words and encouraging words in his ears, but his mentality did not change.

Instead, he walked into the Soul Arena with the young man named Zhu Zixi.

Ye Fan also saw the young man named Zhu Zixi, who looked childish, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's eye.

Those big eyes looked at him, shooting out streaks of light from time to time.

The battle is imminent.

The lottery continued, and soon, everyone except Ye Fan had finished drawing.

After everyone knew who they were fighting against, some were happy and some were sad.

I am happy that the opponent I have chosen is not too outrageous.

What I am worried about is naturally because I have chosen the famous leader of that class.

(End of this chapter)