Victory

"Begin."

The moment Wu Changkong finished speaking, Tang Wulin immediately released his Blue Silver Grass. At the same time, he explosively pushed off with his legs and lunged at Nan Fusheng with astonishing speed.

Tang Wulin had carefully observed Nan Fusheng's previous three rounds. He noticed that in the first two rounds, Nan Fusheng's opponents had directly fainted while releasing their Soul Skills. However, when he fought Han Lan in the third round, Nan Fusheng had not knocked her unconscious immediately.

The difference was that Han Lan had moved away from Nan Fusheng at once and trapped him. Although Nan Fusheng had still won in the end, Tang Wulin had spotted a flaw. Nan Fusheng seemed to need a certain amount of time to release his Soul Skill. Otherwise, why had he not knocked his opponent unconscious immediately, instead allowing them the chance to release their Soul Skill?

Though it was only a guess, Tang Wulin could only gamble on whether he was right. That was why he charged Nan Fusheng immediately, while having the Blue Silver Grass obscure both his own figure and Nan Fusheng's vision as much as possible. He wanted to decide the match as quickly as he could. Unfortunately!

"First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal."

Tang Wulin still fell in the end. As he collapsed onto the ground, Nan Fusheng slowly walked toward him. He appeared relaxed, but his body was taut. If anything went wrong, he could retreat swiftly. After all, his opponent was the Grandson of the Plane. He had to be wary of him suddenly erupting with power. Yet even after Nan Fusheng reached Tang Wulin, he did not get back up.

A strange glint flashed through Wu Changkong's eyes. He nodded and said, "Nan Fusheng wins." Even with his eyesight, he had yet to see through the details of Nan Fusheng's Soul Skill. He could only vaguely guess that it targeted the mind, yet it did not seem like the methods of a Mental System Soul Master. That piqued his interest in Nan Fusheng.

Wu Changkong said to Xie Xie, "Xie Xie, you're next."

With a leap, Xie Xie landed in the center of the field and looked arrogantly at Nan Fusheng. In truth, he had wanted to fight Tang Wulin more. Tang Wulin had beaten him up twice in a row, and each time had specifically targeted his face. But it was fine. This guy seemed to be Tang Wulin's fellow townsman, and he had even beaten Tang Wulin. Xie Xie would get his payback from him first.

Just as Xie Xie was gathering himself and preparing to deal with Nan Fusheng, a cool voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Fourth round, second match: Xie Xie versus Wu Changkong."

"What?" Xie Xie cried out in shock, turning to look at the Cold Arrogant Male God.

Wu Changkong swept him a cold glance. "You had a bye in the third match. Did you think unfairness would exist in my class? Take one attack from me, then fight Nan Fusheng."

Xie Xie stared at him in disbelief. "Teacher Wu, you're not joking, are you? You're a teacher."

Wu Changkong had already strolled over to Nan Fusheng's side. He waved a hand, and Nan Fusheng obediently left the field. Wu Changkong slapped his right hand against his waist and directly undid his belt.

"Teacher, what are you doing?" Xie Xie warily took two steps back, but he quickly noticed that Wu Changkong's trousers fit perfectly. Even after undoing his belt, there was no sign of them falling.

With a flick of his wrist, Wu Changkong pulled the belt straight. "I won't release my Martial Soul. You only need to take one sword strike from me." As he spoke, he stepped forward with his left foot, and the Belt Sword in his hand had already thrust toward Xie Xie.

Xie Xie could be said to have the most extensive combat experience among the students in the class. He instantly released his Martial Soul, and his body shot backward like lightning.

What a joke. Did not releasing his Martial Soul mean he was no longer strong? With Soul Power supporting it, there was no difference between a belt and a sharp sword. Run first and talk later.

Xie Xie was extremely confident in his speed. As he retreated, the Light Dragon Dagger guarded his front.

But then, something that shocked him happened. He was retreating at high speed, yet Wu Changkong's Belt Sword remained right before him. It looked like nothing more than a simple straight thrust, but no matter what he did, he could not evade it.

"Smack!"

"Ah!"

Just before it struck Xie Xie, the belt softened again and lashed across his shoulder. It sent him flying sideways. Only after rolling twice across the ground did he scramble back up, clutching his shoulder and baring his teeth in pain.

Even more terrifyingly, sweat instantly poured down Xie Xie's forehead. In the instant before Wu Changkong struck him, he had even felt as though his life was about to end. That powerful sense of oppression had left his mind in an extreme state of tension. Once he relaxed after being sent flying, he ended up like this.

Too terrifying. Just how strong was Teacher Wu?

"One minute to rest, then the final match." Wu Changkong flicked his wrist, wrapping the belt around his waist again, then walked to one side.

Xie Xie wiped away his sweat and stood there with a thoughtful expression, pondering the oppression brought by that sword strike.

Wu Changkong had not used that strike without purpose. Under that pressure, Xie Xie seemed to have grasped something. Wu Changkong had seemingly used only one strike, but his presence had sealed off every avenue of retreat, sticking to him so that he had no chance to break free. In that situation, how should he break through?

"One minute is up. Prepare yourselves."

Xie Xie raised his head again, his gaze falling on Nan Fusheng standing to the side. Nan Fusheng was looking at him as well.

Xie Xie had watched Nan Fusheng's previous battles. Like Tang Wulin, he believed Nan Fusheng needed time to release his Soul Skill. He believed that with his speed, he could definitely take Nan Fusheng down before he released it.

However, after being brutally thrashed by Wu Changkong just now, Xie Xie reined in his pride and prepared to give it his all.

"Begin!"

With Wu Changkong's command, the final showdown of Grade One Class Five began.

Xie Xie released his Martial Soul. Light flickered from the Light Dragon Dagger in his palm. His right hand, which held the dagger, shifted slightly to the side, while his left hand rose as well, as though holding something invisible. His whole body resembled a nimble cheetah as he charged straight at Nan Fusheng.

Nan Fusheng released his Martial Soul at once as well. Watching Xie Xie rush toward him, his eyes flickered.

Although Wu Changkong's battle with Xie Xie had been nothing but a one-sided beating, after experiencing that sword strike, Xie Xie had not only gained some insight, but his mind had also entered an excited state. Under such circumstances, Xie Xie's resistance to mental-type Soul Skills had greatly increased.

"What a pity. I'm not a mental-type Soul Master."

First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal.

The familiar stance, the familiar wipeout. Before Xie Xie could deal any damage, he was directly eliminated.

"Nan Fusheng wins."

Wu Changkong swept his gaze across the class and coldly said, "The matches are over. Do you know what impression you've given me?"

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" The Cold Arrogant Male God answered his own question.

"No wonder you were assigned to Class Five. You really are all useless. But even if you are scrap iron, I will forge you into steel through a hundred refinements. You all saw the matches just now, didn't you? There is an enormous gap between Nan Fusheng's Soul Power and Xie Xie's, yet Nan Fusheng still defeated Xie Xie in the end. And what is Tang Wulin's Martial Soul? The publicly acknowledged useless Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass. If he had not encountered Nan Fusheng, the outcome of his battle with Xie Xie would have remained uncertain."

After criticizing Class Five, Wu Changkong informed them of the importance of physical fitness. He also announced that they would undergo physical training tomorrow before dismissing the students of Class Five.

"Nan Fusheng, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, you three, come with me." After saying that, Wu Changkong turned and walked toward the Teaching Building.