Tang Wulin Suffers Campus Bullying?

Seeing that Nan Fusheng did not refute him, Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow. Most boys their age were competitive by nature, so someone with Nan Fusheng's temperament was rather rare. Still, he said nothing more and merely remarked flatly, "All right, down to business."

Xie Xie perked up. Were they handing out rewards?

"Every new school year, the academy holds a major competition. Both the Intermediate Division and Advanced Division take part. Our Intermediate Division has six grades in total, and all of them will participate. It is called the Class Promotion Tournament."

"The Class Promotion Tournament?" Confusion appeared in Tang Wulin's eyes.

Wu Changkong said, "The Class Promotion Tournament begins with the weakest class, which selects students to challenge another class. Class Five challenges Class Four, and so on. If the challengers win, the class prefixes are exchanged. In other words, if we defeat Class Four, we will no longer be the bottom-ranked First Grade Class Five, but First Grade Class Four instead. The lower-ranked class determines the number of challengers. After winning, they may continue challenging higher-ranked classes until they lose, all the way from first grade to sixth grade. At the highest level, they can earn the title of First Grade Class One. If they continue upward and defeat classes from higher grades, every first victory in a cross-grade challenge will earn a reward."

Xie Xie said, "So our class will be the first to issue a challenge?" There were six grades in total, and first grade had five classes. Class Five ranked last, meaning their class was at the bottom of the entire Intermediate Division.

"Yes." Wu Changkong nodded. "For a class, this is a battle for honor. At the same time, if you can challenge across grades, the rewards will be extremely generous."

Xie Xie said arrogantly, "No problem, Teacher Wu. Leave it to me. I'll challenge my way up one-on-one. Maybe I can challenge all the way to sixth grade."

Wu Changkong gave a disdainful snort. "Nan Fusheng just defeated you, and you've already forgotten the pain as soon as the wound healed. The minimum number of participants is two. And do you really think Twin Martial Souls make you invincible? Do you know what kind of people get selected for Class One? There is never any shortage of geniuses in this world, though many geniuses also fall early. But in the Intermediate Division, your talent can only be considered average."

After Wu Changkong's remarks, Xie Xie was left speechless. There was nothing he could do about it—he had indeed lost.

"And who said that just because the minimum is two participants, only two can compete?"

Hearing Wu Changkong's words, Xie Xie had a bad feeling. He turned to Tang Wulin in shock. "Teacher, you don't mean you want the two of us to compete with him, do you?"

Nan Fusheng only wanted to ask, since when had it become the two of us? Were they that close?

Leaning back in his chair, Wu Changkong suddenly appeared quite generous. "You may choose someone better if you have one."

"I..." Xie Xie really wanted to say that he would not team up with him. But after thinking it over, setting aside Nan Fusheng, who had defeated him, he recalled the classmates whose abilities had been dreadful in the earlier class sparring match. He truly could not say it.

No matter what, the guy before him had defeated him twice, and he also possessed that mysterious Golden Scale power.

Wu Changkong said, "The competition will take place in one month. Therefore, starting tomorrow, aside from class, I will give the three of you special training every evening. The task I have set for you is simple: turn our class into First Grade Class One."

Tang Wulin asked instinctively, "What if we fail?"

"Heh heh!" Wu Changkong smiled. Already exceptionally handsome, that smile left Tang Wulin and Xie Xie both somewhat dazed. Yet at the same time, a chilling sensation abruptly rose from their tailbones, cold enough to pierce the bone.

Walking out of Wu Changkong's office, Nan Fusheng remained expressionless, while a faint smile appeared on Tang Wulin's face. Although it was because the other classmates had not been good enough, he had at least been selected to represent the class in the competition. This was the honor of a Spirit Master. Had he finally taken a step into the world of Spirit Masters? Besides Teacher Mang Tian, Teacher Wu had also said he had potential.

"Hey!" Xie Xie called out to him coldly.

Tang Wulin turned to look at him. "What is it? I'll fight you again. I won't eat your Meal A for nothing."

Xie Xie froze for a moment. Wasn't this guy obsessed with money? Yet he actually...

"I'm not talking about that. I'm telling you not to hold me back in the competition a month from now." Xie Xie said arrogantly.

Tang Wulin sighed softly. "Does your face still hurt?"

Nan Fusheng sighed along with Tang Wulin. "Does your face still hurt?" Earlier, when Xie Xie had collapsed after Nan Fusheng Stealed his consciousness, his face had hit the ground first.

The pride on Xie Xie's face instantly froze, and his fists clenched tightly.

Tang Wulin patted his shoulder. "I have something to do tonight, so let's do it tomorrow night. I'll fight you."

Hearing Tang Wulin say that, Xie Xie immediately turned his attention to Nan Fusheng. "I don't accept the result of today's match. If you've got the guts, don't use that Spirit Skill this time. Fight me head-on."

Nan Fusheng immediately laughed. "Sure, I won't use that Spirit Skill. But then you can't use Soul Power either. You're an Agility Attack System Spirit Master asking a Control System Spirit Master to trade blows with you head-on? Did you forget what Teacher Wu just said?"

Xie Xie did not know how to retort. After all, the other party did have a point.

Nan Fusheng ignored him and headed straight for the cafeteria, while Tang Wulin walked toward the Advanced Division.

After lunch, they continued with their afternoon lessons.

The meditation technique taught by Wu Changkong was indeed far more complex than the one at the Primary Academy, but its effects were clearly much better as well. It was said to be a simplified version of the Super Meditation Technique from Shrek Academy, the legendary academy of the continent.

Under the pressure of Wu Changkong's cold, stern gaze, the students learned quickly. In one afternoon, nearly everyone had grasped the basic method of circulation.

The next morning.

Nan Fusheng finished cultivating and headed toward the dormitory building with Wang Ba and the other two. Before reaching the entrance, he saw a group of upperclassmen surrounding someone.

Campus bullying?

Nan Fusheng had no interest in meddling, until he saw a figure burst out of the crowd of upperclassmen. It was Tang Wulin!

Tang Wulin was just about to break through the encirclement when a tall figure silently appeared in front of him. A flash of intense light followed. Even Nan Fusheng, watching from the side, could not help narrowing his eyes, and his skin felt a faint sting.

Tang Wulin, facing it head-on, only felt as though his body were about to burst into flames. His forward charge immediately slowed. Then, with a cold snort, pain erupted in his chest, and he was kicked back into the encirclement.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng knew it was time for him to act. Whether it was to earn Tang Wulin's goodwill or because they were both students of Class Five, he had every reason to step in. Otherwise, if Wu Changkong found out afterward, a harsh scolding would be unavoidable. He might even get marked down in Teacher Wu's little notebook.