A Hammer's Crushing Blow

"You arrogant brat! Looks like you're tired of living. I'll send you on your way!"

Hearing Tang Jiu's words, the killing intent in Zhang Feng's eyes grew even stronger. If he had to kneel and apologize to that useless Master, wouldn't that make him even more useless?

"Wolf's Claw!"

Zhang Feng immediately activated his First Spirit Skill. Green claws appeared on the hands transformed by his Martial Soul Possession, and his aura surged at that moment.

Assault Type Spirit Masters' skills generally provided additional boosts to their physical attributes.

However, Zhang Feng did not dare let his guard down. After all, his opponent had a yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring, while his own First Spirit Skill came from a white Ten-Year Soul Ring. He did not dare underestimate Tang Jiu.

"Wolf Beast Transformation!"

As Zhang Feng recited his Spirit Incantation, his second yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring lit up. His body swelled by a circle, and his aura rose once more.

"Zhang Feng is actually going all out! Both of his skills can boost his strength and speed. Something big is bound to happen this time!" Director Su looked at Tang Jiu with pity and lightly shook his head. A genius was only a genius if he lived long enough to grow!

He was still just a child. He had no idea how vast the world was. Thinking that good talent alone let him challenge someone above his level—this was not courage, but courting death!

Tang San also felt tremendous pressure. He knew he was no match for Zhang Feng, but if he truly intended to kill Zhang Feng, it would still be an even fight!

One hand gripped a Hidden Weapon, while the other was ready to fire his Sleeve Arrow at any moment. If Little Jiu lost and the other side still dared to strike ruthlessly, he would intervene at once to save him!

"Die!"

Zhang Feng pushed off with both feet, sprinting and leaping like a wolf. His claws stretched out as he struck down toward Tang Jiu's head.

Tang Jiu neither dodged nor evaded. He lightly raised the hammer in his hand and softly spoke two words.

"Fury!"

The yellow Soul Ring lit up, and Tang Jiu felt the strength throughout his body surge explosively!

Two months ago, when his Soul Power had been at level eighteen, he already possessed One Thousand Jin of strength. Over the past two months, he had devoured Thousand-Year Spirit Beast Meat, tempered his body, and continuously pushed beyond his limits. Coupled with his Soul Power rising by another level, his strength had reached � jin.

The Fury skill could instantly increase his strength by 35%, causing his strength to surge by � jin.

As he swung the hammer, the tremendous force even produced a howling gale!

Tang Jiu loved fighting Assault Type Spirit Masters the most, because their fighting styles were the same—facing each other head-on!

Tang Jiu spotted the trajectory of the attack and swung his hammer in a horizontal sweep. The hammer collided with Zhang Feng's claws without any suspense!

Crack—

Bang!

Zhang Feng let out a miserable scream. The instant his arm made contact with the hammer, it was smashed apart. He was struck by the hammer as well, spiraling through the air before crashing heavily into the wall and shattering the window glass.

"How is that possible?!" Director Su could not believe it. One ring defeating two rings—and it had even been an instant kill!

A gratified smile appeared on Master's face as he said, "Although Zhang Feng's Wild Wolf Martial Soul is of the Assault Type, the quality of his Soul Rings is too low. Together, they do not even add up to five hundred years! Furthermore, his skills' Spirit Power Amplification boosts not only strength, but also speed and physical constitution. His pure strength does not exceed � jin."

"But Little Jiu has a Pure Strength Spirit. From what I can see, his base strength is no lower than One Thousand Jin, not to mention the enhancement from his Soul Ring skill!"

"Zhang Feng actually tried to compete in strength with a Pure Strength Type Spirit Master. Using his weakness to attack another's strength—wasn't that simply seeking death?"

Master's words immediately enlightened Director Su, making him place even more faith in Master's theories!

Still, he was astonished by Tang Jiu's strength and could not help asking, "Tang Jiu, what is your First Spirit Skill?"

"Fury! It instantly increases strength by �%, and it will continue improving as the number of Soul Rings increases!" Tang Jiu said with a smile, carrying the hammer over his shoulder.

"What? How is that possible?! A First Spirit Skill can increase strength by �% right away? And it can keep improving? Wouldn't that mean that in the future, simply activating the First Spirit Skill could double one's strength?!" Director Su looked horrified. Such a Spirit Skill could only be described as monstrous!

This was only a First Spirit Skill! It was fundamentally no weaker than someone else's Third Spirit Skill.

"Director Su! It is a grave taboo to ask about another person's Spirit Skill without permission!" Master's expression turned extremely unpleasant as he coldly rebuked him.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was simply too curious," Director Su hurriedly apologized.

"Little Jiu, do not reveal your secrets to others in the future. You must prevent people from targeting you!" Master said sternly.

"I understand, Teacher!"

Tang Jiu nodded. In truth, he just wanted to show off. Besides, that data would soon be inaccurate anyway. Once he added a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, the Fury skill would continue to improve!

"Zhang Feng, stop pretending to be dead! Kneel and apologize to my teacher!" Tang Jiu carried his hammer as he walked toward Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng was in a miserable state now. Both arms were broken, several ribs had snapped, and sweat covered his face from the pain. If another male teacher had not been supporting him, he probably could not even stand steadily!

Seeing the aggressive Tang Jiu, he looked to Director Su for help. Director Su quickly tried to mediate. "Master, Zhang Feng is also a teacher at the academy. We are colleagues, after all. I think a bow of apology will do."

"No! He must kneel and apologize! Otherwise, I'll hammer him to death!" Tang Jiu said decisively. Someone like this needed a profound lesson before he would learn to respect others!

Seeing Tang Jiu's War Hammer swaying above his head, Zhang Feng broke out in a cold sweat. In the end, his legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Facing Master, he said, "I'm sorry, Master. I spoke out of turn."

Seeing the man who mocked and ridiculed him every day kneeling before him and apologizing, Master felt the satisfaction of seeing evil repaid with evil. His eyes could not help growing moist!

"Good child!" Master stroked Tang Jiu's head, his hand trembling. He was truly overwhelmed! He had originally thought he would have to wait ten years for these two disciples to bring him honor, but on the very first day after taking them as disciples, they had already given him such a great gift.

"Master, Zhang Feng can leave now, right?" Director Su hurriedly asked.

"Of course not!"

Before Master could speak, Tang Jiu shook his head. "He knelt and apologized because of his foul mouth! But whether I spare his life depends on his performance!"

"Performance?" Director Su was utterly confused.

"Of course, he has to buy his life with money! Our spirit battles are matters of life and death. If he wants me to spare him, he naturally has to offer something worthwhile! I'm not asking for much. His life should be worth at least five hundred Gold Soul Coins!"

Tang Jiu calculated it and felt that the other side should be able to afford that amount.

"This..." Director Su looked at Zhang Feng. Five hundred Gold Soul Coins was no small sum!

"Fine, I'll pay!" Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and had the male teacher supporting him take out his card and transfer the money to Master. Only then was he helped out the door.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, he cast a venomous glance at Tang Jiu's retreating back and said to the male teacher, "Take me to the City Lord's Mansion. I'm going to see my older brother!"

At that moment, Tang Jiu had already completed his enrollment procedures. Carrying his hammer, he headed toward his dormitory. The moment he entered, his roommates stood in two rows with their arms crossed, each glaring at Tang Jiu with unfriendly eyes. The only student seated in a chair spoke arrogantly:

"Which one of you will give our junior a lesson? Let him learn the rules of Nuoding Academy!"