Class Tradition! Hello, Boss!

Faced with Liu Haifeng's question, his voice trembling with extreme excitement, Chen Fan answered as calmly as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"A few days ago, I guess."

"A... few days ago?"

Liu Haifeng and Wang Zhen both sucked in a sharp breath. They exchanged a sudden glance, each seeing a look of near-collapse and horror in the other's eyes.

A few days ago, he had already taken a basic fist technique widely practiced throughout the Federation from the entry level to the major mastery realm?

This was beyond monstrous.

The appreciation in their gazes as they looked at Chen Fan turned entirely to fervor.

Liu Haifeng suddenly remembered something. The face flushed red with excitement instantly regained an instructor's dignity.

He couldn't even be bothered to spare another glance at Wei Zhe, who lay unconscious on the ground. He waved impatiently at two students who had been scared witless nearby.

"What are you standing there for? Drag him to the infirmary! Get him out of my sight!"

The two students jolted, as if granted a pardon. Scrambling to their feet, they hauled the unconscious Wei Zhe up between them and fled the scene.

Having dealt with that minor matter, the dignity on Liu Haifeng's face instantly melted away, replaced by an almost obsequious smile.

He hurried over to Chen Fan and, in front of the entire class, announced at a volume that was practically a roar:

"From this moment on, Chen Fan is the new number one in our Grade Six, Class One!"

As his words fell, he solemnly took three crystalline potion bottles, shimmering with a pale blue glow, from the storage bracelet he wore.

They were Primary Qi-Blood Potions!

Every student present began breathing heavily at that moment.

Holding the three potions in both hands as though they were sacred relics of the highest order, Liu Haifeng respectfully offered them to Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan, these are the rewards you earned in the weekly test: three Primary Qi-Blood Potions!"

Then, under the gazes of the class, filled with envy, jealousy, and even a growing numbness, Liu Haifeng did something else that nearly made everyone's eyes pop out of their heads.

He actually pulled another identical potion from inside his clothes and, without another word, pressed it into Chen Fan's hand, his face full of the fervor and determination of someone who had bet on a future god of stocks.

"This one is my personal contribution to you! Cultivate hard, and don't you dare skimp on my account!"

In the corner, Wang Zhen's eyelids twitched as he cursed inwardly. Old fox!

How did I not think of that?

A miscalculation, a real miscalculation!

If only I'd known, I would have brought out my own share too!

Faced with four potions enough to drive any of his peers mad, Chen Fan merely glanced at them calmly, then silently put them in his backpack.

He gave Liu Haifeng a slight nod.

There was no thanks, no excitement, as though this were only natural.

Then, under the dozens of stunned gazes in the room, he turned and walked straight out of the training hall.

His departing figure was just as calm and indifferent as when he had arrived, as though the earth-shaking battle just now had been nothing more than an ordinary stroll after a meal.

Early the next morning.

When Chen Fan stepped into Grade Six, Class One's training hall again, a strange scene unfolded.

The hall, where the students had been cultivating on their own amid the howling of fists, abruptly fell into absolute silence the moment he entered.

All the students, including Wei Zhe, whose arm had been reattached and whose face still bore a healing patch, stopped what they were doing at the same moment.

They straightened up in unison, turned toward the entrance, and roared like a surging sea, their voices mingling awe, fervor, and absolute obedience:

"Hello, boss!"

The waves of sound rolled through the hall, making even the ceiling lights buzz.

Chen Fan, who was just about to step into the training hall, paused in a rare hesitation.

A flicker of barely concealed astonishment finally crossed his face, usually as unruffled as an ancient well.

What was he seeing?

Wei Zhe, who had been shouting for his blood just yesterday, was now stepping forward from the group of his own accord, his former arrogance and hostility utterly gone.

He walked up to Chen Fan and bowed slightly, making himself as deferential as possible as he explained in a deep voice:

"This is our class one tradition. The strongest person is the boss of the whole class. From today on, you're our big brother!"

"Right! Boss!"

"Boss, if you need anything from now on, just give the word!"

Behind Wei Zhe, the other students chimed in all at once, their young faces filled with admiration for the strong.

After hearing the explanation, Chen Fan, with an adult's soul inside him, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Little brats' rules of the jianghu?

They really were...

Plain and simple.

He looked at the solemn faces of the underlings before him and finally just shook his head helplessly, an exceedingly faint smile touching his lips without his noticing.

He paid the group no mind, simply walking around them and heading straight for the farthest corner of the training hall.

He sank his waist, assumed a horse stance, and closed his eyes.

Vast qi and blood surged through his body once more.

Cultivation was what mattered.

Watching Chen Fan enter a state of cultivation in an instant, paying no attention to him or the others, Wei Zhe was not discouraged in the least. Instead, his eyes grew even brighter.

Look!

This was the bearing of a true expert!

Mount Tai could collapse before him and he wouldn't change color. The respect and power the outside world offered were all passing clouds in his eyes!

Wei Zhe drew a deep breath, spun around, and growled at the class, "What are you all staring at? Never seen the boss cultivate before? Get back to your stance training! If anyone dares make a sound and disturb the boss, I'll be the first to cripple him!"

In this peculiar atmosphere, time flew by.

A month later.

With the support of a vast quantity of Qi and Blood Potions, Chen Fan's strength had taken another terrifying leap. The qi and blood in his body had grown so dense that even he was alarmed.

That day, Principal Li Guangming walked into the training hall with a serious expression.

Liu Haifeng and Wang Zhen accompanied him.

All three wore expressions graver than ever before.

"Everyone, stop!"

At Li Guangming's command, the entire hall fell silent in an instant.

He surveyed the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over every young face before finally settling on the smallest yet most composed figure in the class.

His voice was deep and powerful, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"In three days, the Donghai City Martial Arts Primary School Exchange Tournament will officially begin!"

The exchange tournament!

At those words, every student's breath caught, and flames instantly ignited in their eyes.

It was the ultimate battlefield, where their school's honor and their share of cultivation resources for the coming year were at stake!

Li Guangming took a deep breath and fixed a burning gaze on the figure the whole class had unconsciously gathered around. With unprecedented solemnity, he spoke each word deliberately:

"Chen Fan, this year, we're placing the honor of East Sea Martial Arts Elementary School... entirely on your shoulders!"

Although Li Guangming was the principal, he cared deeply about Chen Fan. After all, Chen Fan's talent... had few rivals in the entire history of East Sea Martial Arts Elementary School.