Body Martial Soul "Fat"

If you put it that way, then I'll just barely agree.

"Fine!"

Mu Jin smiled faintly. "Anyone opposed? If you have an objection, you may raise it, as long as you can beat your class monitor."

The students below the stage immediately broke into a chorus of boos.

The fat student muttered, "Who could beat Boss Han Yu? One glare from him and you're gone, not to mention you might end up making a fool of yourself."

Surprisingly, the student with eyeglasses beside him also nodded in complete agreement. Who knew when the two of them had gotten so close?

Seeing that no one below objected, Mu Jin nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Since there are no objections, it's decided."

"Everyone, stand. Gather at the Soul Duel Arena!"

"Yes!"

All the students instantly rose and headed toward the Soul Duel Stage.

On the way to the Soul Duel Arena, the fat student trotted up to Han Yu. His tiny eyes narrowed with his smile. "Boss Han Yu, go easy on me later, all right? I'm weak. I can't take your attacks."

Han Yu looked him over carefully, his gaze falling on that heavy mass of fat, which gleamed faintly with oil under the sunlight.

"Don't worry. Since you called me boss, I'll definitely take good care of you and help you lose some weight."

Han Yu said with a smile.

"Don't, Boss Han Yu, don't scare me. This is all the meat I've got. If I lose this fat, my strength is going to drop."

Hearing that, the fat student spoke with a bitter look.

"Is your martial soul the Rubber Elephant?" Thinking of a certain fatty, Han Yu asked curiously.

"What Rubber Elephant? My martial soul is far worse than that. My martial soul is this fat on my body." The fat student dropped a bombshell without batting an eye.

Hearing this, Han Yu froze slightly, then said, "A Body Martial Soul?"

The fat student looked blank. Clearly, he knew very little about the Body Martial Soul Han Yu mentioned.

He could not help asking, "Boss Han Yu, what's a Body Martial Soul?"

"You don't know?" Han Yu looked astonished.

"No. My family comes from a relatively remote city in the Heaven Dou Empire. We have a bit of a connection with the local City Lord, and we spent a fortune to get a recommendation letter before I was admitted to Shrek Academy."

As the fat student said this, he clearly felt somewhat inferior. It normally did not show, only because he hid it well.

Han Yu led him to a secluded corner. Mu Jin saw it from the side but said nothing, continuing to lead the students toward the Soul Duel Arena.

Han Yu lowered his voice and said, "A Body Martial Soul is a certain part of the human body. Generally speaking, the more important it is to the human body, the stronger the martial soul. The top ones are comparable to super martial souls."

"For example, my Sharingan is a Body Martial Soul, and the part is the eyes. Understand?"

Only after Han Yu's explanation did the fat student understand, and he nodded woodenly.

Seeing his expression, Han Yu understood that the fatty clearly had not grasped what he meant.

"Your martial soul isn't bad. On the contrary, it might be very strong, at least no weaker than the Rubber Elephant I just mentioned."

"Huh? Boss Han Yu, didn't you say a Body Martial Soul is stronger the more important the body part is?"

"My martial soul is just fat. Losing a piece of flesh won't kill me. I really can't see where it's strong."

"Losing one piece of flesh indeed won't kill you, but what if it's all gone? Would you die?"

Han Yu smiled faintly.

The fat student instantly understood, then said somewhat excitedly, "Boss, are you saying my martial soul is top-tier?"

"Not quite top-tier. It might fall a little short, but if it's developed well, it won't be inferior to a top-tier martial soul. You can show me your soul skill later."

Han Yu estimated that with a Body Martial Soul like fat, he did not know whether it would be strong if developed well, but it would definitely be disgusting.

With a rough idea in mind, he planned to take a look at the soul skill first.

The fat student looked thrilled. When he smiled, his fat trembled and completely covered his eyes. "No wonder you're so strong, Boss. So your martial soul is a top-tier Body Martial Soul. Right, Boss, my surname is Yuan, given name Gun Gun. I'm eleven this year. You can just call me Gun Gun."

Hearing this, the corner of Han Yu's mouth twitched. He carefully looked him over again. He really could not tell this guy was only eleven, even younger than him. Then he nodded in approval. "Not a bad name. You really live up to it."

"Let's go, Gun... Gun Gun."

Han Yu called out somewhat awkwardly, then strode toward the Soul Duel Arena.

Gun Gun hurried after him with small, quick steps.

The Soul Duel Arena was located in the northwest corner of the Martial Soul Department, not far from Freshman Class Nine.

Very soon, Han Yu and Yuan Gun Gun caught up with the main group and arrived at the Soul Duel Arena.

Mu Jin was the first to step onto the stage and said, "For this practical combat training class, I will serve as the referee. Han Yu will be the stage holder. Whoever can defeat him will receive a Mystic Water Pill from me."

Whoa!

A Mystic Water Pill!

The moment Mu Jin said this, most of the students' eyes filled with shock. Those who had never heard of the Mystic Water Pill all started asking the students who knew about it.

"Ahem!"

The student with eyeglasses coughed lightly, drawing most of the attention. He cleared his throat and said, "The Mystic Water Pill is said to be something ten thousand gold cannot buy. Taking one can improve a soul master's innate deficiencies. It is refined by a certain sect using dozens of precious herbs and the Essence Blood of soul beasts."

"It is extremely precious. In theory, after taking it, one can raise their Innate Soul Power by one level. Of course, the higher one's Innate Soul Power is, the worse the effect. It is more suitable for people with lower Innate Soul Power."

Han Yu looked at Mu Jin's pained expression and could not help inwardly praising her generosity.

Then he asked in a low voice, "Gun Gun, what level was your Innate Soul Power?"

Yuan Gun Gun seemed a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "I only had level seven, and because I'm usually busy eating and drinking, my soul power is only level twenty-five now."

Innate level seven, soul power level twenty-five. Han Yu looked at Yuan Gun Gun in surprise.

This talent was very strong. Even while being busy eating and drinking, he could cultivate to level twenty-five. It seemed he must normally work very hard.

"Although I know your strength completely relies on fat, you still need to set aside more time to cultivate your soul power. After all, the higher your soul power, the stronger you are."

Han Yu nodded, then could not help reminding him.

Yuan Gun Gun nodded, seemingly troubled. "I also want to work hard at cultivating, but my own cultivation speed is very slow. It's not even as fast as eating."

"Hmm?"

Han Yu froze. What had he just heard? Eating increased soul power?

"You're saying eating also raises your soul power?"

"Yes, Boss. My family was originally fairly wealthy, but after my martial soul awakened, and after we gave the City Lord a large sum of money, my family is almost bankrupt now."

"I'm already restraining myself a lot at the academy. Otherwise, my soul power should be another level higher," Yuan Gun Gun said cautiously.

He seemed afraid others would call him a rice bucket. After all, not just anyone could eat a wealthy family straight into bankruptcy.

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