Those from Regular Classes Don't Deserve Martial Spirit Incense

"The final two portions of Martial Spirit Incense for Field No. 8 belong to Jiang Qiu!"

The words fell like a massive boulder crashing into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand waves.

Startled murmurs erupted. Countless gazes pierced into Jiang Qiu's back like a formation of blades. The heat that had just risen to his chest suddenly exploded, only to be swallowed by a chilling backlash!

Bloodshot veins trembled into his clear pupils. He furrowed his brows and studied Wu Shan. There was no hesitation on that shadowed face, his voice steady and composed.

He hadn't read it wrong?

Why would he voluntarily give me two portions of Martial Spirit Incense?

A wave of absurdity swept away the fighting spirit Jiang Qiu had built up. His heartbeat drifted like a lone boat atop the waves, directionless.

At that moment, a glint from a spear blade flickered at his side, followed by forceful, ringing voices. "Why isn't Brother Xie the one getting two portions of Martial Spirit Incense this time?"

"Who the hell is Jiang Qiu? He's getting two portions of Martial Spirit Incense in his very first month at Field No. 8?!"

"Fuck, a guy who just came from a regular class is already sickening enough, and now he's snatching two portions of Martial Spirit Incense!"

"It was one thing for Wang Guanjia to take one portion. What gives Jiang Qiu the right?!"

The words bottled up at the corners of their mouths grew fiercer and fiercer. Their trembling throats could barely suppress the restless torrent of noise, and the brief shrieks of birds transformed into the wild howls of wolves and dogs—

"Teacher, Jiang Qiu just arrived at Field No. 8. He shouldn't be getting Martial Spirit Incense, should he?"

"Exactly! Jiang Qiu only finished learning the Ancient Martial Arts Spear Technique a few days ago. How is he worthy of Martial Spirit Incense?"

"Among past Outstanding Students, those who only came in their senior year were rare, and even fewer could get into Northwest Martial Arts University. Teacher, don't waste resources on him!"

The overlapping shouts crashed down like towering waves, gradually tightening Jiang Qiu's fists and making his gaze deeper and more silent.

Following the voices, he saw Wang Guanjia and Liu Zili staring blankly at him. In the distance, a group of Outstanding Students crowded behind Xie Kuang, waving their fists and shouting. Every so often, a few of them shot him cold, contemptuous looks, clearly unconvinced.

Why should an Outstanding Student who had just arrived at Field No. 8 receive the most Martial Spirit Incense in his first month?

I don't know what Wu Shan is thinking, but my potential is absolutely no worse than anyone here!

With that thought, the words by his ears became like wind blowing through an empty cave. Jiang Qiu withdrew his blazing gaze and puffed out his chest.

"Quiet—"

The storm-like roar swept away every restless emotion. Wu Shan coldly swept his gaze over the red-faced Outstanding Students and snorted. "My eye isn't blind enough to read the wrong name. Whom I choose is my business. What does it have to do with you?"

"Teacher, I refuse to accept this!"

Xie Kuang stepped forward. Spittle flew from his mouth as the tip of his spear happened to strike the ground, flashing with cold light. Ferocity spilled from the corners of his slanted eyes. "I came to Field No. 8 when I was selected as an Outstanding Student in my first year of high school. I've practiced the Ancient Martial Arts Spear Technique you taught me every day. Every month, I've ranked first in Field No. 8, and I've been entitled to receive two portions of Martial Spirit Incense.

"But this time, the top spot was taken by Jiang Qiu, who's only been here for a week. Why?

"Xie Kuang of Field No. 8 challenges the newly promoted Outstanding Student—Jiang Qiu!"

The instant his words fell, his raised spearhead pointed directly at the solitary Jiang Qiu. Killing intent surged forth, like a lone carnivorous wolf looking down upon a mouse standing on its hind legs!

In an instant, the students behind them all widened their eyes. Trembling, they glanced at Wu Shan, then at Jiang Qiu, unable to stop themselves from swallowing.

Ever since Xie Kuang had lost to Wang Guanjia in front of the teachers, he had never lost again.

The moment he came to Field No. 8, he had been the undisputed number one. After the top Outstanding Students from the eight fields exchanged combat techniques, there had even been talk that he was the strongest beneath Li Juefeng.

Even Wang Guanjia, who had once been arrogant enough to challenge Li Juefeng, had completely fallen behind Xie Kuang's level. Yet Jiang Qiu, who had appeared out of nowhere, had taken the title of first place instead?

How could Xie Kuang possibly endure that?!

"Xie Kuang, Jiang Qiu, step forward. Everyone else, move back," Wu Shan said expressionlessly, folding his arms and narrowing his right eye. "Whoever wins will receive two portions of Martial Spirit Incense and serve as Field No. 8's leading Outstanding Student in the school's upcoming operations, with the authority to lead the other students."

Martial Spirit Incense was good stuff, but it was not so easy to obtain.

Xie Kuang was arrogant by nature. He had already developed Copper Skin and comprehended Spear Tip Pierces Armor. His Subtle Force was also quite formidable, and before the college entrance exam arrived, he had a chance of grasping the application of Spear Shaft Shatters Armor.

Without comparing him to a genius like Li Juefeng, that level of strength already placed him among the best of all eight fields.

Thinking this, Wu Shan glanced at Jiang Qiu as he walked to stand opposite Xie Kuang, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two walked to the center of Field No. 8. Their spearpoints lowered toward each other as they assumed a standoff.

The diamond-shaped spearhead in Xie Kuang's hand resembled the fangs of a vicious wolf, its chill piercing through armor.

He glanced at the sword-shaped spearhead with twin curved blades in Jiang Qiu's hand, snorted, and lifted his chin.

I received my spearhead two years ago. My spear has been in my hand for twenty-four months. Its shaft is covered in dents and its blade chipped, yet its cold gleam remains!

You're just a regular student who received a spearhead less than a week ago. You've sparred with a few Outstanding Students and practiced the Ancient Martial Arts Spear Technique for a few days. How many people truly believe in your ability?

Since the teacher wants to elevate you, perfect. Let me see what you're made of!

"Begin!"

The instant the shout rang out, Xie Kuang's bent knees launched him from the ground. His toes cracked the tiles with a crisp snap as the strength of his entire body twisted into his hands, then fiercely drove through the spearhead in a thrust!

His black shirt clung to his chest as it whipped backward. The dark spear in his hands shot out like a Wolf King going for the kill, tearing through the air and pouncing in the blink of an eye!

He unleashed fifty percent of his strength at once. The flashing Cold Light Spear Shadow left the Outstanding Students ten paces away dumbfounded. Brother Xie was showing no mercy—he had directly erupted with his full power!

"Those from regular classes don't deserve Martial Spirit Incense!"

The approaching roar pierced Jiang Qiu's heart like thunder. The hot blood spilling from the rupture instantly surged through every limb and bone, and fury burst from his eyes.

Fuck, so what if I came from a regular class? So what if you're an Outstanding Student?

Even if your father was a martial artist, today the victor would take the Martial Spirit Incense!

With a single thought, he yanked it free, the tendons and bones in his arm drawing power like a fully drawn bowstring.

The spearhead of the double-curved blade spun through the air and swept upward, striking after yet arriving first!

Seeing his response, the top students curled their lips and snickered—

When Brother Xie thrust with all his strength, every student across the eight arenas except Li Juefeng had to avoid his edge!

Without Copper Skin, even a glancing blow would shatter bone. Even with Copper Skin, a direct hit could still pierce flesh!

Bang—

The spearhead of the double-curved blade swept toward him like an azure dragon coiling around a stone pillar. His iron-boned torso crashed against that pitch-black spear shaft, the ultimate collision embodying the majestic beauty of an azure dragon bursting from a mountain peak.

The vibration that erupted in that instant spread like ripples through water. Everyone in the arena felt their eardrums itch, followed by a shudder that ran through their entire bodies.

That single-handed interception was truly shocking. It had actually knocked Xie Kuang's thrusting spear off course, sending its cold gleam from his chest toward his left ribs.

Yet the killing intent did not diminish. The spear tip had already closed to within five inches of his torso!

He had long missed his best chance to dodge. One thrust would tear flesh and blood, deciding victory and defeat!

At that moment, the top students' lips slowly curled upward. Wang Guanjia's brows sank, Liu Zili's clenched fists turned pale, and Hu Yeye's bandage-wrapped right hand froze.