I'm Not "Hey," I Have a Name!

Seeing this, Han Yu stopped the electric therapy and sneered. "Feel good?"

"Not good at all. Boss, give me a hand. My whole body's numb right now, and my legs are a little weak."

Yuan Gun Gun's simple, honest voice rang out.

Han Yu's mouth twitched. He looked at their wildly different builds, then said with a straight face, "I still have to hold the stage. You there, Eyeglasses, come up and help Gun Gun down."

Eyeglasses looked left and right, then realized everyone was staring at him. He pointed at himself. "Me?"

"Yes, you!"

The corners of Eyeglasses' mouth twitched slightly. Resigned to his fate, he walked toward the stage, ready to help Yuan Gun Gun down from the arena.

"Ow!"

"Fatty, why is there still electricity on you?" Eyeglasses' body went numb, and he could not help crying out in alarm.

"Is there? I don't feel it. Maybe I got shocked numb."

Then Eyeglasses cursed and grumbled as he helped Yuan Gun Gun down from the stage.

Han Yu swept his gaze over the students below. They were basically a bunch of weaklings with one or two rings. He only felt that taking them one by one would be too troublesome.

"Teacher Mu, why not let them all come at me together?"

"Except the supports."

Remembering that these people might possibly make him overturn if boosted by supports, he added one more line at the end.

Mu Jin was a little stunned, then nodded calmly. "You all heard what your class monitor said. Aren't you angry? If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to take that."

So this is the kind of person you are, Teacher Mu.

Han Yu's mouth twitched. As expected, a teacher personally fanning the flames had extraordinary results.

The students below grew indignant as a group, clenching their fists one after another.

"Class Monitor is too arrogant. We aren't as strong as him, but with so many of us, are we supposed to be afraid of him?" a male student said.

"Teacher is right. I absolutely can't swallow this kind of anger," another male student continued.

"Brothers, let's go together! Beat Class Monitor and split the Mystic Water Pill! Charge!"

As soon as the words fell, a vast crowd of people jumped onto the stage one after another. The male student who had spoken first quietly retreated a few steps, putting everyone else in front of him.

One student noticed what he was doing and asked curiously, "Brother, why are you backing up? Go on."

"I'm an agility-attack type. You guys draw his fire, and I'll find the right chance to give him a fatal blow. I guarantee we'll take this match."

Hearing this, the male student's face immediately filled with admiration. "Brother, brilliant. I'll cover you. I'm going in first."

"Idiot. Charging so fast, are you trying to get beaten?" The male student who had spoken first curled his lip in disdain.

Ning Tian glanced curiously at Wu Feng standing beside her and asked, "Feng Mei, aren't you going up?"

"Tch. The ones up there are all a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp. Even if they go together, they won't amount to much. I'll challenge him one-on-one later. He can't use his Sharingan. I'm going to vent this anger properly."

After saying that, Wu Feng forcefully swung her clenched fist.

Just as Wu Feng expected, Han Yu cut through them as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. With one punch, he sent one student flying, then followed with a kick that blasted another away.

Very soon, the batch who had rushed up the fastest were all knocked off the stage.

Just as Han Yu had sent another student flying, a student with the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul appeared from who knew where, two yellow Soul Rings wrapped around his body.

"Class Monitor, take my strike!"

A claw attack came at him with lightning speed.

Han Yu's mouth twitched, and he said coldly, "Very good. You've touched my taboo!"

He turned sideways to twist past the attack, then his right hand shot out and grabbed the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student by the neck. He lifted the student's entire body into the air, stared tightly into his eyes, and said coldly, "Do you also want to dance?"

The Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student only felt an aura rushing toward his face, making his mind a little unclear.

"Good chance!"

Seeing that the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student had attracted Han Yu's attention at the cost of his body, two students charged out from the left and right one after another, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

Han Yu caught sight of the two students out of the corner of his eye. He immediately noticed them, raised his hand, and threw. The Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student traced an arc through the air and fell off the stage.

Then Han Yu turned his head, leaped high, and with a beautiful full split, instantly kicked both of them away.

"Ah!"

Screams rose one after another. Han Yu was like an elegant dancer, weaving across the Soul Duel Stage. Every time he flashed, he took down another student. Soon, only one student was left on the stage—the male student who had spoken first.

"Are you going down yourself, or am I sending you down?"

Before the male student could speak, someone below the stage could not help shouting, "Brother, go on! We were all knocked off the stage, and you still haven't found your chance? After such a big battle, Class Monitor must be strong on the outside but weak within. Go straight in! If you beat Class Monitor, the Mystic Water Pill is yours!"

The male student's expression shifted slightly. He thought to himself, That's right. Why didn't I think of that? Class Monitor must be strong on the outside but weak within right now. Otherwise, why didn't he just attack directly? Why would he instead pretend to be polite and ask me first?

Maybe he really is drained. If I can defeat him, not only will I get the Mystic Water Pill, but those pretty girls in class will look at me differently too.

The advantage is mine this time. I've won for sure!

"Hahahahaha!" Seeming to imagine that wonderful future, the male student could not help laughing loudly.

Han Yu's expression turned strange. Looking at the male student laughing wildly, he inexplicably felt that he looked a little familiar.

"Forget it. Since he won't admit defeat, I'll send him on his way."

Thinking this, Han Yu's figure flashed, instantly appearing in front of the male student.

The wild laughter came to an abrupt stop. The male student looked at Han Yu, who had suddenly appeared, in disbelief. One final thought flashed through his mind.

He wasn't drained. Damn idiot teammate screwed me over!

Then a figure flew out in a parabola and crashed heavily below the stage.

"Why are you so useless? And after we helped you draw his fire too. Fuck!"

A wave of curses rang out.

"Fight's over. Time to clock out."

Han Yu patted the dust off his hands, preparing to end this round of holding the stage.

Just then, a fiery-red figure leaped onto the Soul Duel Stage, arms crossed over her chest as she stared straight at Han Yu.

"Hey, can you still go? Do you want to rest for a bit?"

Han Yu paused. It seemed he had not seen Wu Feng get onstage earlier. So she had been waiting for him here.

"First, I'm not called 'hey.' I have a name. You can call me Han Yu."

"Second, I'm now the class monitor of Class Nine. Please call me Class Monitor."

"Third, a man can't say he can't. Even if he can't, he has to!"

Han Yu looked at Wu Feng with a serious face. This little wildcat was a bit too jumpy. She had only just been taught a lesson, yet here she was, impatient to come up and get beaten again.

"Hmph! Cut the crap. Since you say you can, then make your move!"

"Fine!"

According to the rules, the two sides moved a hundred meters apart. After Mu Jin shouted, "Begin!"

Wu Feng moved almost instantly. Her red hair fluttered as she turned into a fiery-red shadow, charging at full speed in Han Yu's direction.

As her delicate body sprinted, dragon scales began to cover half of her body. Her Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Wrath, instantly enhanced her, and the School Uniform on her body abruptly burst apart, revealing the tight leather outfit underneath.

Everyone, I've made it to the next round. Next is the PK round. Please keep reading, please vote. Continued reading determines whether the PK succeeds or not. Every bit of your support is my motivation!