Self-Introduction

The young teacher walked behind the podium. His gaze merely swept across the students, and the room fell silent.

"My name is Wu Changkong," the young teacher said flatly. "For the next six years, you will all be my students."

"The first thing I need to emphasize is that you should pretend you never heard what Director Long Hengxu said just now. Even if you are a bunch of trash, I will make you the strongest among your peers. Unless you withdraw from the Academy, this will be your goal for the next six years."

He spoke arrogant words in a calm tone, instantly drawing the attention of the entire class.

"Now, introduce yourselves. Name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and what kind of Soul Master you want to become. Begin!"

Simple and direct, without any unnecessary preamble.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Yun Xiao. My Martial Soul is the Star Disk, and my Soul Power Level is twelve. My goal is to become an Intelligence Support Battle Soul Master." The student seated in the front row began introducing himself quickly, though his voice trembled slightly.

"Tang Wulin. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level eleven. My goal is..." Tang Wulin paused. "I don't have a goal yet."

Someone below muttered, "A trash Martial Soul. Of course he doesn't have a goal."

Whoosh! A piece of chalk shot out with the accuracy of a guided missile, landing directly in that student's mouth.

"Urk!" The chalk carried a spiraling force and actually drilled straight into his throat, making the student gag immediately.

Wu Changkong said coldly, "In this world, there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash people. Before calling someone else trash, think about what you are. If you weren't trash, would you have been assigned to Class Five?"

Wu Changkong's icy dominance immediately left the entire class silent as cicadas in winter.

"Continue."

"Xie Xie. Martial Soul: Light Dragon Dagger. Soul Power Level eighteen. Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master."

The moment "level eighteen" left his mouth, the whole class erupted in shocked cries. Level eighteen at nine years old—this was a true genius! And he was even a Battle Soul Master. With two more levels, he could enter the Soul Grandmaster realm. Anyone who became a Soul Grandmaster before the age of twelve could be called a genius.

"Nan Fusheng. My Martial Soul is the Time Worm, Soul Power Level thirteen. My goal is to become a Control System Battle Soul Master."

It was soon Nan Fusheng's turn to introduce himself. However, with Xie Xie's introduction preceding his, his Soul Power Level did not draw much amazement.

Other than Xie Xie and Nan Fusheng, Yun Xiao's level twelve was already considered high. Most of the other students were only at the minimum level eleven required for enrollment, and their Martial Souls came in all sorts of strange varieties. Almost none were particularly powerful.

Of course, Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was still the worst. That seemed to have become an unchanging rule.

"Classes officially begin tomorrow. My teaching methods will differ somewhat from those of other teachers. If you fear hardship, exhaustion, or pain, transfer schools or find a way to change classes as soon as possible. Those who stay, prepare yourselves mentally. Class dismissed."

Wu Changkong strode away on his long legs, his posture straight and tall. The classroom instantly exploded into chatter, most of it discussing this cold and handsome teacher.

At the same time, Nan Fusheng noticed Tang Wulin and Xie Xie leaving the classroom one after the other. They were probably heading off for their battle at the little park.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of interfering. He simply left the classroom and prepared to return to his dormitory to cultivate. After all, Wu Changkong had said that classes would not officially begin until tomorrow.

The next morning...

"My Soul Power has reached level fourteen. Having power banks really does make a difference. Should I find a few more? With my current ability, if it's Shallow Parasitism, I can probably only take on six more."

Nan Fusheng finished cultivating and sighed at the power of Parasitism. The only regret was that he could currently maintain no more than nine at once. If he wanted to use Deep Parasitism, each person he deeply parasitized would reduce the number of Shallow Parasitisms he could maintain by three. Therefore, Nan Fusheng had to consider his targets for Deep Parasitism carefully.

Targets of Shallow Parasitism could be released at any time, but Deep Parasitism was not so easy to undo.

After washing up, Nan Fusheng headed straight for the cafeteria with his three roommates. The moment he entered, he heard—

"You have already insulted my body. I absolutely cannot let you insult my dignity as well. If I said I could do it, then I can definitely do it."

Young people these days sure knew how to have fun. Nan Fusheng turned his head and glanced over. Oh, it was Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

"Yo, Wulin. Long time no see."

Nan Fusheng took a Meal B, paid for it, and walked straight over to Tang Wulin's table. Good lord, there were already so many plates piled up—at least fifteen servings.

"Mm, long time no see, Fusheng."

When Tang Wulin saw Nan Fusheng approach, he replied at once. In fact, he had wanted to greet Nan Fusheng yesterday in Class Five. After all, in this unfamiliar city, Nan Fusheng was his only acquaintance.

Unfortunately, as soon as class ended yesterday, Xie Xie had insisted on dragging him off for a fight. Afterward, the two of them had been unconscious for an entire afternoon, and it was nearly evening by the time they returned to the Academy.

"Hello, classmate. My name is Nan Fusheng. I suppose you could say I'm Wulin's fellow townsman," Nan Fusheng said.

"Xie Xie."

Xie Xie replied coldly, then ignored Nan Fusheng. He was determined to maintain his aloof demeanor, though his expression looked rather unpleasant. After all, Tang Wulin had already eaten nearly twenty Meal A servings, and Xie Xie was the one paying.

Nan Fusheng paid no attention to Xie Xie's attitude. Instead, he chatted with Tang Wulin for a while and asked about how he had been doing. At that, Tang Wulin began pouring out his grievances. He talked about fighting with his roommate after entering the Academy and getting fined, among other things. As they talked, the subject turned to Na'er's departure, making Tang Wulin even sadder. Then his eating speed soared as he turned his grief and indignation into appetite...

Wu Changkong wore gray, black, and white plaid pants today, along with a white shirt. It was a very simple outfit, yet it perfectly accentuated his slender figure.

He merely stood there, but the cold aura he gave off left all the Class Five students silent as cicadas in winter.

"Starting today, classes officially begin. I will personally instruct most of your courses. Everyone, stand." Wu Changkong spoke coolly.

All the students quickly rose to their feet.

"Follow me!" Wu Changkong walked outside with his hands in his pockets. The students followed behind him. Since they were all freshmen, none of them had any concept of lining up, so they looked rather disorderly. However, before the powerful presence of the cold, arrogant male god, no one dared make a sound.

Wu Changkong led them to the field. "Stand in rows of two."

Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "Today's first lesson is to display your strength. You will soon engage in actual combat, and I will serve as the Referee. Single-elimination tournament. Let me see what you can do."

A female student timidly raised her hand. "Teacher Wu, I'm a Tool Soul Master. Do I have to engage in actual combat too?"

Wu Changkong said coldly, "On the battlefield, if you tell your enemy you're a Tool Soul Master, will he refrain from killing you? First group, get ready. We'll start from this side." He pointed casually, directly at Tang Wulin and an unfamiliar student.

"Great! Let's compare strength! I refuse to believe you're stronger than me." This student, Zhou Changxi, was Tang Wulin's roommate. It seemed the two of them had some kind of grudge.

Tang Wulin did not say anything. Wu Changkong directed the students to spread out around them and form a circle.

"Begin. There are no rules. Defeat your opponent by any means necessary." Wu Changkong spoke calmly, though his words were clearly directed at every student.

The result was obvious. Competing with Tang Wulin in strength, Zhou Changxi was beaten until he began questioning his life. Tang Wulin had not even used his Martial Soul.

"Why didn't you use your Martial Soul?" Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin said, "He said he wanted to compare strength with me."

Wu Changkong's gaze turned icy. "If he told you to eat shit, would you eat it? Treat every battle as if you are on the battlefield. Defeating your opponent is your only goal. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. You cannot give your opponent even the slightest opportunity. You advance. Wait for the next match."

Those who lost were eliminated, while those who won got scolded. The students' psychological pressure immediately grew even greater.

In the matches that followed, aside from Xie Xie, who instantly defeated his opponent, Wu Changkong berated nearly every participant until they were utterly humiliated.

"You, and you. You two fight."

At last, it was Nan Fusheng against his roommate, Zhao Xiao.