Class the next day.
Wu Zhangkong wore a pair of black, gray, and white plaid pants today, though his top remained a white shirt. His simple attire accentuated his slender figure.
"Class officially begins today. I will be responsible for most of your courses." He was as cold as ever.
"Everyone, stand up."
All the students quickly stood up.
"Follow me." Wu Zhangkong turned and took the lead, leaving with his hands in his pockets.
The students followed behind him in a swarm. Although they didn't form a line and it looked chaotic, no one spoke under his cold Aura; everyone was quiet.
Everyone arrived at the training ground.
His dark green eyes swept over the disorganized students. Wu Zhangkong said in a deep voice, "Line up in pairs, everyone stand properly!"
In the oppressive atmosphere, the students quickly queued up in pairs.
"My classes focus on Actual Combat. Today's first lesson is to show your strength!"
"We will begin Actual Combat shortly. I will be the referee. Next, I'll call names for two-on-two matches, single-elimination."
The students were in an uproar. Combat right in the first lesson? It was too direct.
"Arthur." His gaze swept over the most conspicuous Little Yellow Hair in the crowd, and Wu Zhangkong pondered for a moment.
"You come out first. You don't need to participate in their Actual Combat. After everyone else is finished, you will fight me."
Level thirty-two Soul Power was too high. Among these students who were almost all level eleven or twelve, it would be like a wolf among sheep. It wouldn't showcase his strength at all.
The surrounding students frequently turned to look at Arthur, feeling relieved in their hearts. They didn't want to fight such a Genius; it would be meaningless other than being bullied.
Arthur silently stepped out from the crowd and stood to the side. He had the same intention; even if Wu Zhangkong hadn't said it, he would have brought it up himself.
At this moment, a girl timidly raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, I am a support Soul Master. Do I have to do Actual Combat too?"
Arthur watched the show happily; someone was about to get scolded.
"Why not? On the battlefield, if you tell your enemy you're a support Soul Master, will they not kill you?"
Sure enough, Wu Zhangkong's cold voice carried a reprimand: "On the contrary! I can tell you responsibly that on the battlefield, the first ones to be killed are you support Soul Masters!"
"You cannot rely entirely on your teammates for protection."
"You must keep your life in your own hands."
This was indeed the case. Support Soul Masters seemed like they didn't need to fight, but in Actual Combat, the enemy's primary target is always the support.
Unless you have a food system Martial Soul, and can stay in the back to cook.
Seeing the girl lower her hand and bow her head, Wu Zhangkong pointed casually at Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi, who happened to be standing together.
"Start with you two."
The two looked at each other. Zhou Changxi was very excited; he had been brooding over being punched away by Tang Wulin before, believing he had just been careless.
He was a Hercules Ape; how could he lose to Blue Silver Grass in terms of strength? It was great that he could now win it back fairly.
Especially recently, Tang Wulin had been very strange, always peeking at him secretly, which gave him the creeps.
"Come on, let's compare strength. This time, I definitely won't lose to you!"
This reminded Wu Zhangkong. He said indifferently to all the students, "There are no rules in combat. You can use any means to defeat your opponent."
Then he looked at Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi.
"Begin!"
A white spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, and Zhou Changxi let out a roar. Instantly, his whole body expanded by a size. Massive muscles filled out his school uniform.
A small brown monkey jumped onto his shoulder, clearly his soul spirit.
First Spirit Ability: Strength Amplification!
Zhou Changxi strode forward with a menacing Aura, reaching his hands toward Tang Wulin's shoulders.
He actually really was only comparing strength!
Tang Wulin was also an honest person; he didn't use Blue Silver Grass and instead fought him with both fists.
Bang!
Zhou Changxi was knocked back. Tang Wulin's offensive didn't let up as he closed in and threw another punch.
Zhou Changxi, who hadn't even steadied himself, gritted his teeth and forced a punch. But it was useless, and he was eventually knocked to the ground.
"Stop!" Wu Zhangkong shouted coldly, pointing at Zhou Changxi. "You're out."
Then he looked at Tang Wulin.
"Why didn't you use your Martial Soul?"
"He said to compare strength with me." Tang Wulin scratched his head.
Wu Zhangkong frowned and uttered the classic line: "If he told you to eat shit, would you eat it?"
"A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. You must take every battle seriously. Victory is your only goal; you cannot give your opponent any chance!"
"You've advanced. Wait for the next round."
If he told you to eat shit, would you eat it?
This phrase is truly an indispensable part of every student's experience being criticized by a teacher.
"Next match!"
...After that, all the matches were like children playing house, completely disorganized.
Especially one match between two support Soul Masters; that scene made Wu Zhangkong frown.
He knew class five was bad, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. With this level, how would they fight in the upcoming Grade Promotion Tournament?
Was he really supposed to train these people until they could beat Class One?
That was too difficult; he was just boasting.
The speech at the beginning was just to give the students confidence. Conviction is what matters most.
Currently, the only ones worth looking at were Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.
And then there was Arthur, whose depth was still unknown, but with his level thirty-two Soul Power, he couldn't be that weak no matter what.
After all the students finished their matches.
Wu Zhangkong's dark green eyes looked toward Arthur.
"It's our turn. Come."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Arthur's eyes lit up. He let out a long breath and walked toward Wu Zhangkong while warming up his limbs.
"I will suppress my Soul Power to level thirty-two, the same as yours. Use all your strength and see how many moves you can last."
Wu Zhangkong pulled out his belt and infused it with Soul Power to use it as a sword.
"Teacher, you're underestimating me a bit."
Slowly walking to a spot not far in front of Wu Zhangkong and standing still, the Soul Power circulation within Arthur's body accelerated, ready to explode at any moment.
Suppressing it to the same Soul Power level... is he trying to defeat me with technique?
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Arthur looked at the belt in Wu Zhangkong's hand, which was straight and stiff under the effect of Soul Power.
In a pure contest of combat skills, even Agravaine wouldn't dare to look down on him like this; that old geezer often cheated secretly.
Wu Zhangkong was even less capable.
In this regard, Arthur could say without hesitation.
Let Yun Ming come!
Of course, if Yun Ming actually came, Arthur would be unhappy again.
A terrifying Aura spread out. Three purple spirit rings rose.
Before the other students could exclaim.
A long, sharp cry echoed throughout the training ground. A Spirit Beast with a majestic, eagle-like body flew out from behind Arthur.
The pressure cast a shadow over the hearts of all the students; they had never seen such a fierce beast.
A Thousand-Year Spirit Soul, the Sky-Rending Cry-Vulture!
Under its massive wingspan, every flap of the Sky-Rending Cry-Vulture in the sky was accompanied by violent air booms.
Its sharp pupils constricted as it stared intently at Wu Zhangkong's entire body.
Arthur gripped his hand casually, summoning the Excalibur.
The blade flashed and vanished in his hand, hidden away, turning into an invisible sword.
Invisible Air!