Initial Results

Huo Yutong and Wang Dong each had girls beside them whose strength was nearly exhausted, so Qian Chaoguang arranged the two of them in the center of the formation.

"All of you, support the people you're helping! Double time—march!"

For the first time, Qian Chaoguang displayed his martial soul before his classmates.

Chilling light condensed into powerful arms, slightly lifting several classmates who could barely even stand as he took the lead and ran forward.

Zhou Yi was utterly astonished. "This kid's soul skill can be used like that?"

Wang Dong, Huo Yutong, and many other students who still had stamina and soul power remaining followed suit. They had already discussed this beforehand.

They did not have Qian Chaoguang's Light Mimicry, but they still had arms and hands.

Freshman Class One began moving again at a slow pace, every face filled with determination.

They did not want to give up. They were unwilling to give up. They were unwilling to numbly accept some bizarre teaching assignment left behind by a lunatic teacher.

Never abandon, never give up.

That was what Qian Chaoguang had told them an hour ago, to kindle the fire in their hearts.

Now, these teenage boys and girls in the throes of adolescence were doing everything in their power to carry out that goal!

Time slowly passed, and Freshman Class One's running formation gradually slowed.

Qian Chaoguang could no longer sustain his soul power.

More accurately, Light Mimicry had Completely Disappeared half an hour ago.

No matter how deep his reserves were or how extraordinary his cultivation technique was, he was still only Level 13.

Maintaining it for half an hour was already an incomparably astonishing feat.

But so what if it had vanished?

During that time, the weakest students had recovered quite a bit of stamina. Even without relying on anyone else's strength, they could grit their teeth and keep going.

"Qingwei, do you still need..."

Qian Chaoguang looked towards the petite girl at his left. Her condition was the worst in the class.

Her body trembled, sweat continually dripping from her hair to the ground. She looked as though she might collapse at any moment.

"N-No... I can..."

She fiercely bit down on her teeth and forced out a few words.

Step by step, she swayed as she struggled to run forward.

She could not give up!

Time passed without anyone noticing.

Other than Qian Chaoguang, no one remembered the time anymore.

Their stiff bodies and muddled minds no longer allowed them to remember or think about anything besides running. Their bodies moved mechanically.

Even Wang Dong and Huo Yutong, who had the best stamina, were nearing their limits. Qian Chaoguang had only managed to keep them going until now by using a tiny bit of barely recovered soul power to support them for part of the way.

"Ring-ring-ring—"

The dismissal bell finally rang. Its crisp sound seemed like salvation from heaven.

Clatter, clatter, clatter...

Freshman Class One collapsed to the ground as one. Iron Clothes struck the ground, and Iron Clothes struck Iron Clothes, producing a string of noises.

Like dominoes, the students pulled each other down as they fell, one pressed against another, packed tightly together.

Even Qian Chaoguang could not help but slump down, easing his stiff body.

Nearly three hours of high-intensity soul power, Spiritual Power, and soul skill usage was truly hard to endure.

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Wang Dong, with her germophobia, helplessly looked at Huo Yutong, who had collapsed across her legs, drenched in fragrant sweat and gasping for breath.

Though she wanted to shift away, the students beside them had already packed the space completely full.

So Wang Dong decided to let it go and break it. With no concern for appearances, she lay down on the lap of another girl beside her.

The sprawled group exchanged smiles, then burst into laughter that soared into the sky.

Did Not Know whether they were laughing at each other's undignified appearances or celebrating their successful little act of resistance.

At that moment, the bonds between them drew closer.

They were no longer strangers from all corners of the land, but a collective—a class of classmates and Comrades who helped one another.

Zhou Yi's gaze towards Freshman Class One was incredibly complicated. She took a deep breath and beckoned towards the distance.

A White-Clad Man drifted over, seven Soul Rings rising beneath his feet.

He raised both hands, scattering soft green light as his entire body transformed into a towering tree.

Leaves gently fell onto every student, restoring their stamina and injuries at an astonishing speed.

Qian Chaoguang stood up and moved around slightly. The muscles throughout his body rose and fell, relaxing immensely.

Bloodline Power slowly flowed through his entire body, releasing his exhausted muscles from their tension and preventing any lingering aftereffects.

A moment later, everyone had recovered.

"Massage each other's arms and legs so your muscles don't stiffen and cramp up when you go back later."

The students helped one another up from the ground, their faces carrying joy they had not even noticed themselves.

Hearing Qian Chaoguang's shout, they began pounding on each other and loosening their muscles.

Just from a single run, a basic foundation of trust had already been completely established.

Qian Chaoguang nudged the dazed Huo Yutong beside him. She immediately understood and looked at Zhou Yi with determined eyes.

"Teacher Zhou, all ninety-nine students of Freshman Class One report to you."

Watching the students rise one after another, Zhou Yi said calmly, "I have to say, you... have given me an unexpected answer. In all my years teaching at Shrek, I have never encountered this before. Today... no one will be eliminated."

Other than Qian Chaoguang, who possessed Divine Sense, no one could notice the wildly fluctuating spiritual waves around Zhou Yi.

They revealed that this "monster" teacher was not calm at all. Her state of mind had undergone a violent change.

The moment she said this, the students of Freshman Class One immediately erupted in cheers.

Zhou Yi did not know that they were not cheering because no one would be eliminated, but because they had successfully fired the first shot on their road of resistance.

This was the result of everyone's shared efforts.

"You should thank Qian Chaoguang. He saved you once again. At the same time, you should feel ashamed, because you have once again brought shame upon your cultivation."

"He cannot save you for six years."

Zhou Yi tried her best to suppress her unsettled emotions. Her words remained cold as she mocked them.

"Huo Yutong, step forward."

"Here."

"As the Class Monitor, it is your responsibility to unite your classmates, yet Qian Chaoguang was the one doing it. From this moment on, I am stripping you of your position as Class Monitor. Qian Chaoguang will take over."

"That's great!"

Overjoyed, Huo Yutong could not help blurting out what was in her heart.

She had never wanted to be the Class Monitor in the first place. She had wanted to say so before class began.

"You seem rather proud of yourself?"

"N-No! I-I mean, your decision is very correct."

Seeing Zhou Yi's cannibalistic glare, Huo Yutong shuddered and nearly hid behind Qian Chaoguang.

Thanks to Leaves Falling Across the Sky and Miracle 8 for the tips.