Battle Against Wu Changkong!

"Fang Yang... actually blocked Teacher Wu's attack?!"

Class Five instantly erupted into an uproar!

The students' eyes widened as they stared in disbelief at the slender figure in the center of the training ground.

How terrifying was the chill of Teacher Wu Changkong's Sky Frost Sword?

Yet Fang Yang had not only melted it with flame, but had even dodged that sharp sword strike in the blink of an eye!

"Too strong!"

"That's Teacher Wu!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Fang Yang, my idol! I want to have your babies!"

A burst of laughter immediately followed.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie stood at the front of the crowd, their expressions grave. They clenched their fists at the same time, their knuckles turning faintly white.

Just what level had Fang Yang's strength reached?

At the center of the field, Fang Yang's breathing was slightly hurried. He stared intently at Teacher Wu Changkong, not daring to let down his guard in the slightest.

He took a deep breath, and Soul Power surged through his body like a tide.

A Purple Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet and revolved all over his body!

"What? A Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

Tang Wulin's pupils contracted sharply, while Xie Xie cried out in shock.

The entirety of Class Five exploded into commotion!

They had never expected Fang Yang to possess a Thousand Year Soul Ring.

"That's a Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

The Class Five students had only heard of such things; they had never seen one before.

To these students, most of whom came from ordinary backgrounds, it was practically the stuff of legend.

The vast majority of them might never obtain even a Hundred Year Soul Spirit in their entire lives, let alone one that was a thousand years old.

And yet Fang Yang's First Soul Ring was a thousand years old!

Tang Wulin was deeply shaken. "No wonder Fang Yang could casually lend me a Soul Spirit back then..."

Xie Xie's eyes flickered. As a child of a great clan, he understood better than anyone what this meant.

"This guy... his background is probably far from simple."

Zhou Changxi, who had once clashed with Fang Yang, had gone pale, and his back was already soaked in Cold Sweat.

"What kind of existence did I provoke..."

He regretted it bitterly. If Heaven gave me another chance, I'd never dare act so arrogantly again.

First Soul Skill: Fire Lotus Explosion!

Fang Yang gave a low shout, and flames churned in his palm as a fire lotus instantly took shape!

The flame was deep yellow, its petals lifelike and emanating heart-palpitating waves of heat.

He had cultivated the Flame Mantra, so this degree of flame control was simple for him.

Wu Changkong's gaze shifted slightly as he slashed through the air with the Sky Frost Sword.

"Clang!"

The instant the blade touched the fire lotus, Soul Power collided. The fire lotus was precisely knocked away and exploded in the air!

Scorching flames swept outward, only for Wu Changkong to wave a hand and suppress them all with frigid air.

"Not bad reflexes."

Wu Changkong spoke calmly, though a trace of approval flashed through his eyes. "But your control over Soul Skills is still not proficient enough."

He was secretly astonished. As a Shrek student, he had naturally seen many geniuses.

But even in Shrek, those who could absorb a Thousand Year Soul Ring as their First Soul Ring were few and far between.

"Looks like being assigned to Class Five this time has let me find a treasure."

A sharp glint flashed through Wu Changkong's Dark Green Eyes. The Sky Frost Sword in his hand trembled slightly, showing that he had become serious.

Fang Yang panted lightly, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

"The pressure is too much!"

Just as Teacher Wu Changkong had said, after fusing with the Soul Spirit and breaking through, Fang Yang had not practiced much since obtaining his First Soul Skill.

"Fang Yang, watch carefully. This is how Soul Skills are used!"

Wu Changkong suddenly raised his voice.

The first Soul Ring behind him abruptly lit up, its deep yellow radiance almost tangible.

First Soul Skill: Frost Mark!

The Sky Frost Sword trembled lightly. In an instant, dozens of ice-blue Sword Qi poured down like a torrential storm.

"So fast!"

Fang Yang's pupils contracted as Soul Power surged within him. One deep yellow fire lotus after another condensed in his palms.

"Fire Lotus Explosion!"

He shouted as he hurled the fire lotuses toward the ice-blue Sword Qi.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The collision of Ice and Fire erupted with deafening blasts. Large amounts of steam rose into the air, forming dense fog at the Center of the Field.

Using the fog as cover, Fang Yang's blood and energy churned as he dashed forward like a phantom!

The second Purple Soul Ring behind him lit up!

Second Soul Skill: Destruction Collapse!

Fang Yang's right fist carried a destructive aura of flame as it shot straight toward Wu Changkong's chest!

Wu Changkong's calm voice suddenly rang out from within the thick fog. "Not bad, but you're still far from enough."

Before his words had faded, Wu Changkong's Second Soul Ring abruptly lit up.

Second Soul Skill: Frost Mist!

Bone-piercing cold erupted outward with him at its center.

Fang Yang's fist was still half a foot from its target, yet it slowed as though it had sunk into a mire.

Even more frighteningly, the cold spread up his arm, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of Thin Ice formed over his fist!

The watching students shuddered in unison.

Xie Xie sucked in a breath of cold air. "That slowing effect... is too sinister!"

Tang Wulin stared fixedly at the battle in the field, a complicated light flickering in his eyes.

Just as the Heavenly Flames within Fang Yang began to circulate, preparing to break through the ice.

"That's enough."

Wu Changkong put away his Sky Frost Sword Martial Soul, and the cold that had blanketed the entire field instantly dissipated.

A rare trace of approval appeared on his icy face. "I lost this match."

Hearing Wu Changkong's words, Fang Yang bowed as well. "Thank you, Teacher Wu, for holding back!"

Wu Changkong raised a hand to stop him, his voice still cold. "I did not hold back. You endured three moves."

He paused, his Dark Green Eyes gazing deeply at Fang Yang. "Your Martial Soul... that flame is not simple."

"Everyone, assemble!"

Wu Changkong turned toward the training ground, his voice abruptly dropping to freezing levels.

The students lined up trembling, and the air was filled with tension.

Wu Changkong's icy gaze swept across every student. "The match is over. Do you know what impression you gave me?"

His voice was as cold as ice. "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

The words were like a heavy hammer smashing fiercely into every student's heart. Several girls' eyes had already reddened.

"No wonder you were assigned to Class Five. You truly are all useless."

Wu Changkong's voice carried no emotion. "However, even if you are scrap iron, I will forge you into steel through a hundred refinements."

He paused before continuing, "Through this match, I discovered that many of you lack physical strength."

"Since your Martial Souls are weak and your physiques are also lacking, beginning tomorrow, our class will undergo Physical Training."

Physical training every morning, theoretical studies every afternoon.

The students looked at one another, and several had already gone pale. They knew that hellish training awaited them.

"Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie, stay behind. Everyone else, dismissed."

At Wu Changkong's command, the dejected students gradually left. Before leaving, several girls did not forget to glance back at Fang Yang, their eyes full of admiration.

When the last student left the training ground, Wu Changkong turned and headed toward the office. "You three, follow me."