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This brat actually dared to mock a teacher? How naughty. Qian Renxue thought to herself.

She had wanted to see the brat make a fool of himself, but instead, she had been played by the little bastard. Teacher Zhao immediately said viciously:

"Then I'd like to see what a piece of trash like you can possibly say."

"Fine. Today, I'll teach you all a lesson."

"First, there are age limits for absorbing soul rings, but those apply to ordinary Spirit Masters. As long as your body is strong enough, you can absorb soul rings beyond your level. His Holiness the Pope and the Grand Priest of Spirit Hall have both done so, so do you still think the limit for a first soul ring is four hundred years?"

"Second, besides Beast Spirits and Weapon Spirits, there are also Body Spirits and certain special elemental spirits. Yan's spirit, the Flame Lord, transcends Beast Spirits and Weapon Spirits and belongs to the elemental type."

"Third, there are no clear boundaries when Spirit Masters obtain soul rings. Beast Spirits can absorb plant-type soul rings, while plant-type Spirit Masters can also obtain soul rings from spirit beasts."

"Fourth, spirits are not merely inherited from one's parents. They can also mutate, forming mutated spirits."

"Fifth..."

"Sixth..."

"Tenth..."

Chu Fan listed them one by one. By this point, Qian Renxue, Yan, Teacher Zhao—even everyone else—were all staring at Chu Fan in utter shock.

Chu Fan continued, "Teacher, when it comes to spirit mutations, I imagine you have the most authority to speak on the matter."

"What's going on? Could our Teacher Zhao have a mutated spirit?" Some students who loved stirring up trouble began to speculate.

"No wonder Teacher Zhao only ever teaches theory and never takes action. Now that I think about it, a mutated spirit is certainly possible."

Teacher Zhao was instantly startled as well. He stood rooted to the spot for several seconds, his heart filled with doubt. Strange. How did he see that my spirit had mutated? This kid is definitely not simple. And so many of his theories are actually the same as those researched by my teacher—perhaps even more complete.

Because of his spirit mutation, Teacher Zhao had been unable to break through to Spirit King ever again, leaving him stuck at this point for the rest of his life. His heart had been full of unwillingness. Yet by a twist of fate, he had met the person who changed his life, and he had turned to researching spirit theory.

At the academy, Teacher Zhao specialized in spirit theory. It could be said that no one understood spirit theory better than him. Otherwise, with the strength of a mere Spirit King, he would not have been qualified to teach at the academy.

"I admit that the theories you know far surpass mine. If you are that man's disciple, then losing to you would not be shameful."

With a dazed expression, Teacher Zhao asked, "What is Grandmaster to you?"

Does this brat know Grandmaster? Voices of doubt rose from the surrounding students.

Everyone wore stunned expressions upon hearing Teacher Zhao's question.

Looking at Teacher Zhao's grave expression, Chu Fan said calmly, "I know him. He's all appearance and no substance—nothing more than an incapable hypocrite."

"Incapable? A hypocrite?"

The renowned Grandmaster had been called trash by Chu Fan. Everyone was shocked.

Qian Renxue looked at Chu Fan, half astonished and half disdainful.

This brat is unbelievably arrogant.

"He says Grandmaster is all appearance and no substance. Does that make him the number one authority on Spirit Master theory?"

"He just loves boasting!"

Teacher Zhao did not argue with Chu Fan any further. He knew that even Grandmaster might not have been able to articulate so many astonishing yet well-founded views on spirits.

Yan, however, was a hot-blooded youth and naturally could not swallow such an insult. He glared at Chu Fan and said, "Theory is theory. If victory and defeat could be decided just by flapping your lips, then wouldn't all of Douluo Continent be full of women?"

"Chu Fan, I challenge you. In our Class One, talking big isn't enough."

Looking at Yan, Chu Fan's hands immediately began to itch. Back when he had read the novel, he had especially disliked Yan, who was always shamelessly hanging around Hu Liena. Now Yan had actually delivered himself right to his doorstep. Why not accept?

Besides, having arrived in a new class, he needed to establish some authority so that worthless pests would not bother him every day. He would make an example out of Yan.

Chu Fan secretly chuckled and readily accepted the challenge.

Since someone's asking for a beating, as a helpful person, I naturally can't refuse.

"Fine. After school, I'll be waiting for you at the Soul Fighting Arena." Yan raised his little finger, then pointed it downward, speaking smugly.

As the bell rang, the academy became bustling and lively. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena, where two young men stood facing each other.

One was rubbing his fists together in extreme excitement. The other remained expressionless.

They were Yan, the Class Monitor of Fourth Year Class One, and Chu Fan, who had only enrolled today.

This brat is always so full of himself. In the stands, Qian Renxue sat in a corner, quietly watching the two men below.

"Brat, I'll beat you until you kneel and beg for mercy, until you're crawling all over the ground looking for your teeth." Yan grinned, clenching his fists as he gestured at Chu Fan.

"Can you stop babbling like an old woman? If you want to fight, hurry up. I want to go back after this." Chu Fan looked at him with open disdain.

"Take this!"

"First Soul Skill, Hell Lava Charge!"

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

Yan's entire body blazed with Scorching Heat, flames covering him. The floor beneath his feet seemed to awaken as streams of lava surged toward Chu Fan.

Chu Fan still did not move, standing where he was. Only an impatient expression appeared on his face.

"This idiot must be scared stiff. He's not even moving. Our Class Monitor really is amazing."

"Being good at spirit theory doesn't mean he's good in actual combat. Chu Fan is only level eight and doesn't even have a soul ring. Our Class Monitor, on the other hand, is already a Two-ring Spirit Master."

"Exactly. This brat has talked himself up too much. Just wait and see how badly he gets beaten."

"Brat, if you let me get close, you're bound to lose!" Yan roared. He had already come within three steps of Chu Fan. Seeing that he was about to succeed, a victor's smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yan is a burst-type Spirit Master. Once he gets close, the intensity of the lava behind him will increase greatly. What on earth is this brat doing?" Qian Renxue could not help clenching her small fists, her face full of worry.

Just as everyone broke into a cold sweat for Chu Fan, he moved in the next instant.

Chu Fan opened his eyes and looked at Yan. He lightly raised both hands and pointed at him.

"Break!"

Yan, who had been certain of victory just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to be pinned down by something in the next. He could not move at all, and the flames around him gradually went out.

He lost? In just one move? This brat really has been hiding his strength. No wonder I always end up at a disadvantage around him. Qian Renxue muttered inwardly. Although she had already known that Chu Fan was concealing his strength, she had not expected it to be this terrifying. Her tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed, her palms turned pale, and clear pressure marks were visible on them.

This Chu Fan really makes people worry.

Strange. Why would I be worried about him? That big jerk. Qian Renxue silently cursed, yet an embarrassed smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

"I surrender!" Yan shouted from the arena. Everyone stared at Chu Fan in disbelief. From this moment on, no one dared call him trash again.

If someone who subdued an opponent in one move could still be called trash, then what did that make them? Wouldn't they be worse than trash?

"Y-you... what exactly did you do?" Yan asked, his eyes full of confusion.