When Ling Ling was halfway there, a voice shouted: "They're here! Attack!"

Lightning arcs erupted from all directions, raining down on her. Ling Ling sighed at the sky full of sparks and chanted, "Ice Wall!" Ice barriers surged from the ground, blocking every arc.

"Brothers, fire assault!" Li Tianming yelled.

Hundreds of fireballs flew in, shattering the ice walls—but no one stood behind them.

"You're dead!" Ling Ling appeared before Li Tianming, an ice blade pointed at him with zero emotion.

"Are you using high-tier magic—Wind Teleportation? Impossible! Your main element is ice; I checked your file!" Li Tianming gasped.

"I haven't fought in a year. Of course you didn't know," Ling Ling taunted. Li Tianming froze, realizing he'd underestimated her.

The battle turned one-sided. Ling Ling bombarded F Class with wind and ice spells. Students were either frozen solid or beaten unconscious. F Class was wiped out in the first round. Nan Ling stood speechless—if not for her Bloodline pride, she'd have joined the fight already.

"First round's over. Bluntly? You lack jungle warfare sense," Ling Ling stated.

"Your lightning-fire ambush? Yeer used the same trick on me. Imagine if D Class entered your trap—what would they do? Answer me, Four-Eyes!" she demanded of Li Tianming.

"They'd huddle for defense," he muttered.

"Wrong! Forgot to mention: Li Honggang's a mid-tier mage—wind element, Spirit Master level," Ling Ling said.

"What?!" Li Tianming and Lin Ye—fresh from tears—cried out.

"Li Honggang? That bastard was Feiyang High's most righteous freshman. Got expelled after offending the principal's son. Wind main, earth secondary," Ling Ling explained.

"So standard tactics fail!" Li Tianming groaned.

"Need sneakier moves... but my solo odds just tanked. Gotta brainstorm!" Lin Ye muttered, already walking off.

"President, what now?" Li Tianming asked.

"Dirty tricks! Ambushes, seduction, fake-death counters..." Ling Ling grinned.

"Are you joking? I'm not Lin Ye!" Li Tianming snapped.

"Hey! I'm still here!" Lin Ye yelled from afar.

"Just follow the President! Winning matters," Ouyang Chen cut in.

"Exactly! Our resources—and Lin Ye's dignity—depend on this," Nan Ling added.

"Guess I'll have to be Lin Ye... just once," Li Tianming sighed.

"So what am I to you?!" Lin Ye complained distantly.

"Alright, F Class! New strategy—listen up!" Li Tianming addressed his class.

Ignored, Lin Ye fumed: *I'm the match's protagonist!* Ling Ling strode toward him, then turned to F Class. "Three minutes. Restroom break."

Lin Ye bolted—but Ling Ling caught him with Wind Step and vanished.

Halfway there, she purred, "Where to, Yeer? Repayment's not done." She dumped him on the ground.

"Nooo!" Lin Ye—just recovered—screamed in terror.