39: Chapter 39 He will definitely participate this time.

Lin Ye's Divine Kingdom was a fatal flaw, and with its upper limit right there, it was simply impossible to compete with those B-rank and A-rank geniuses.

Originally, he had thought quite highly of Lin Ye's learning ability, but at this moment, he only felt that this child was too impetuous and ambitious yet incompetent. Having achieved a small victory, he had become arrogant and could no longer see the gap between himself and others.

He had originally wanted to speak up to dissuade him, making Lin Ye realize reality so he wouldn't bring humiliation upon himself in vain.

But right as the words reached his lips, he forcefully swallowed them back.

Forget it.

He calculated inwardly that Lin Ye's theoretical scores were top-notch and he had always had smooth sailing without experiencing setbacks in actual combat, which was why he had bred these unrealistic thoughts.

Rather than trying to persuade him verbally and leaving him unconvinced, it was better to let him go up in person and hit a wall.

Once he was crushed by true geniuses in the arena, suffered enough, and recognized the gap, he would naturally restrain his impetuosity, cultivate down-to-earth, and no longer bite off more than he could chew.

At this thought, Teacher Zhao suppressed the displeasure on his brow and said indifferently, "Since you insist on registering, I will sign you up."

"I hope you won't regret it when the time comes."

As his voice fell, the sneers from the audience became even more unbridled, and everyone was certain that Lin Ye's bravado this time was destined to be a complete joke.

Only Lin Ye sat upright in his seat, his expression calm, with not a shred of panic in the depths of his eyes, only absolute certainty.

Others did not know his trump card, did not know he had the blessing of the Divine Kingdom, and even less did they know that this competition was the compulsory path for him to contend for a spot in the Martial Arts Grand Tournament and seize the S-rank Purifying Array.

This match was something he had to participate in, and he had to win.

Teacher Zhao glanced at the nonchalant Lin Ye, his helplessness deepening even further, and then added in a deep voice to the whole class.

"I will emphasize the core rules of this projection confrontation match one last time, which is also the fundamental reason why I do not recommend low-talent students to participate."

"Unlike previous actual combat sparring, this competition is a school-wide unified soul projection battle. Contestants will directly link their own divine souls, and their internal Divine Kingdoms and divine kingdom dependents will be synchronously projected into the arena, moving according to your tactics."

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously whispering classroom instantly quieted down, and many people's expressions changed slightly.

Everyone knew that battles linked by divine souls carried far greater risks than ordinary matches.

Teacher Zhao continued, "If you win, you can accumulate practical experience, temper your divine soul, and earn rewards from the school."

"But once defeated, it is not as simple as just losing the match. Your divine soul will suffer a slight shock, the morale of the dependents in your Divine Kingdom will also be hit, your strength will stagnate in the short term, and those with weak talent may even experience a slight regression in their cultivation."

This was also the real reason why the school tried hard to persuade students of C-rank and below to withdraw. Without sufficient strength and foundation, participating was purely harmful to one's body and embarrassing.

After finishing the rules, Teacher Zhao picked up the registration form and began to tally the participating personnel of this class one by one.

"I am now registering one by one. Those who confirm their participation, raise your hand to confirm. Once registered, temporary withdrawal is not allowed."

As the voice fell, the classroom was quiet for two seconds, and two figures raised their hands first.

They were two upper-middle-tier students in the class with decent ratings. They had steadily remained at the front of the class on ordinary days and had long been prepared to participate and prepare for battle, so signing up was entirely normal.

Whispers of approval sounded from the audience, and no one was surprised by this.

Immediately after, a slender and upright arm was steadily raised. Xiao Qingwu raised her eyes and spoke, her cold voice falling clearly, "Teacher, I'm registering."

Seeing Xiao Qingwu register, there was not the slightest uproar in the audience; instead, it was all taken for granted.

As the department's only SS-rank top rating, with a stable divine soul and peerless Divine Kingdom talent, she was a top genius crushing the entire grade. She was naturally one of the biggest favorites to win the championship in this competition, and her participation was unquestionable.

Teacher Zhao solemnly wrote it down, then his gaze fell back onto Lin Ye, confirming once again, "Lin Ye, are you sure you want to participate?"

"Sure." Lin Ye nodded, his tone without a shred of hesitation.

At this point, the class's participation roster was finalized: four people.

Teacher Zhao lowered his head to look at the electronic document, preparing to confirm and report it to the school.

Just at this moment, Lin Ye's voice sounded once more, reminding him indifferently, "Teacher, don't rush to report it yet. You missed the grade's top powerhouse."

Teacher Zhao's movement paused, and he frowned as he looked up, "Each class tallies its own quota. The people in our class have already finished registration, where did I miss anyone?"

The whole class also turned their heads to look, full of puzzlement.

Lin Ye's gaze was calm as he slowly spat out an extremely heavy name: "Ye Feng."

As these two words fell, the classroom instantly plunged into a dead silence for a fraction of a second. The next second, towering roars of laughter and mockery completely exploded!

Everyone knew the relationship between Lin Ye and Ye Feng, and they also knew that last time Lu Ren was found by Ye Feng to shatter Lin Ye's Divine Kingdom, except that no one had evidence.

But now Lin Ye actually dared to proactively let Ye Feng participate. What on earth was he trying to do?!

Did he not know the gap between himself and an A-rank?!

"My god! No wonder he dared to bite the bullet and register. Could it be that he wants revenge?!"

"What kind of revenge? One is at the very bottom of the grade at F-minus, and the other is the grade ceiling and A-rank mortal enemy. This gap is simply as different as earth and heaven!"

Relentless jeers resounded throughout the classroom, and countless mocking gazes glued themselves tightly onto Lin Ye. Everyone was certain that Lin Ye was doomed beyond doubt this time.

Even the other two participating students in the class shook their heads speechlessly, feeling that Lin Ye was purely courting death.

Xiao Qingwu frowned as she looked at Lin Ye, her cold eyes hiding a trace of heavy worry, yet she did not make a sound and could only silently look at him.

Teacher Zhao's face on the podium turned completely pitch black, his brows knitted into a dead knot, and the disappointment and annoyance in his heart reached their peak.

Previously, he only thought Lin Ye was impetuous and arrogant, but now he realized that this child completely lacked any self-awareness!

Ye Feng was narrow-minded and extremely vindictive, and his hostility toward Lin Ye was known to all. Participating in the same competition this time, he would definitely crush Lin Ye's mental state in the arena at all costs to make him make a fool of himself in public.

An F-minus rating battling a top A-rank mortal enemy—formal divine soul battles relied on solid foundation and talent. Lin Ye didn't have a shred of winning chance, and in the end, he would only be crushed beyond recognition, losing all face for himself and the class.

Looking at Lin Ye, who still wore a calm expression, Teacher Zhao felt utterly helpless and completely gave up on persuasion.

Fine, hitting a south wall would naturally make him turn back; this time, he would let him thoroughly recognize the chasm between himself and top geniuses.

"You don't need to worry about Ye Feng. Although he didn't come to class, I also know a thing or two. He recently added several more A-rank dependents, and even a type of S-rank dependent. He will definitely participate this time."

"I will formally report the roster today," Teacher Zhao said coldly. "Starting now, you have a two-day holiday to figure out your own tactics, and you will participate in the competition punctually at 10:00 a.m. on the third day."

After saying this, carrying a face full of disappointment, he turned around and walked quickly out of the classroom.

As soon as the head teacher left, the discussions in the classroom became even more unbridled.

Everyone was waiting to watch a joke, waiting for three days later when Lin Ye, who was at the very bottom with an F-minus, would be publicly crushed by his mortal enemy Ye Feng, completely turning into the laughingstock of the entire grade.

Facing all the sneers, doubts, and watching-the-show gazes around him, Lin Ye turned a complete deaf ear, leaving only a piercing cold glint and absolute certainty in the depths of his eyes.