"Fang Yang... actually blocked Teacher Wu's attack?!"
Class Five instantly erupted!
The students' eyes widened as they stared in disbelief at the tall figure at the center of the field.
How terrifying was the chill of Teacher Wu's Sky Frost Sword?
Yet Fang Yang had not only melted it with Flame, but had even evaded that fierce strike in the blink of an eye!
"Too strong!"
"That's Teacher Wu!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Fang Yang, my god! I want to have your babies!"
This immediately drew a burst of laughter.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie stood at the very front of the crowd, their expressions grave. They clenched their fists at the same time, their knuckles faintly whitening.
Just what level had Fang Yang's strength reached?
At the center of the field, Fang Yang's breathing was slightly rushed. He stared intently at Teacher Wu, not daring to let his guard down in the slightest.
He took a deep breath, and Soul Power surged through his body like a tide.
A Purple Soul Ring rose beneath his feet and revolved all over the body!
"What? A Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"
Tang Wulin's pupils contracted sharply, while Xie Xie cried out in shock.
The entire Class Five exploded into an uproar!
They had never imagined that Fang Yang possessed a Thousand Year Soul Ring.
"That's a Thousand Year Soul Ring!"
The students of Class Five had only heard of such things; they had never seen one.
For these students, most of whom came from ordinary backgrounds, it was practically a legendary existence.
The vast majority of them might never obtain even a Hundred Year Soul Spirit in their entire lives, much less one that was thousand years old.
And now, Fang Yang's First Soul Ring was a Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Tang Wulin was shaken. No wonder Fang Yang could casually lend me a Soul Spirit back then...
Xie Xie's eyes flickered. As a descendant of a great clan, he understood better than anyone what this meant.
"This guy... his background probably isn't simple."
Zhou Changxi, who had once clashed with Fang Yang, was pale as a sheet. His back had long been soaked in cold sweat.
What kind of existence did I provoke...?
He regretted it bitterly. If Heaven gave me another chance, I would never dare to be so arrogant 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 dark yellow, its petals lifelike as it emitted a heart-palpitating wave of heat.
He had cultivated the Flame Mantra. This level of flame control was simple for him.
Wu Changkong's gaze shifted slightly as the Sky Frost Sword swept through the Air.
"Clang!"
The instant the blade touched the fire lotus, Soul Power collided. The fire lotus was precisely knocked away and exploded loudly in the air!
Scorching flames swept outward, but Wu Changkong merely waved a hand, suppressing them all with cold air.
"Not bad reflexes."
Wu Changkong spoke indifferently, though a trace of approval flashed through his eyes. "But your control over your Soul Skill isn't skilled enough yet."
He was secretly surprised. As a student of Shrek, 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 exceedingly rare.
"Looks like being assigned to Class Five this time has let me pick up a treasure instead."
A sharp glint flashed through Wu Changkong's dark green eyes. The Sky Frost Sword in his hand trembled faintly, showing that he had finally become serious.
Fang Yang panted lightly, fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
"The pressure is too great!"
Just as Teacher Wu had said, after merging with the Soul Spirit and breaking through, he had not practiced much since gaining his First Soul Skill.
"Fang Yang, watch carefully. This is how a Soul Skill is used!"
Wu Changkong suddenly raised his voice.
The First Soul Ring behind him lit up abruptly, its dark yellow glow nearly tangible.
First Soul Skill: Frost Mark!
The Sky Frost Sword trembled gently. In an instant, dozens of ice-blue Sword Qi poured forth like a torrential downpour.
"So fast!"
Fang Yang's pupils shrank as Soul Power surged through his body. One dark yellow fire lotus after another condensed in his palms.
Fire Lotus Explosion!
He shouted and hurled the fire lotuses toward the ice-blue Sword Qi.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The collision of Ice and Fire erupted with deafening blasts. Vast quantities of steam rose into the Air, forming a dense fog at the center of the field.
Using the fog as cover, Fang Yang's blood and qi churned as he lunged forward like a phantom!
The Second Purple Soul Ring behind him lit up!
Second Soul Skill: Destruction Collapse!
Fang Yang's right fist carried the aura of destructive flames as it shot straight toward Wu Changkong's chest!
Wu Changkong's calm voice suddenly rang out from the thick fog. "Not bad, but you're still far from enough."
Before his words had faded, Wu Changkong's Second Soul Ring lit up abruptly.
Second Soul Skill: Frost Mist!
Bone-piercing cold erupted from him as the center.
Fang Yang's fist was still half a foot from its target, yet it slowed as though trapped in a swamp.
Even more terrifyingly, the cold began spreading up his arm, forming a layer of thin ice over his fist in the blink of an eye!
The watching students shivered in unison.
Xie Xie sucked in a breath of cold air. "That slowing effect... is too sinister!"
Tang Wulin stared fixedly at the battle, 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 withdrew his Martial Soul, the Sky Frost Sword, and the cold air covering the entire field instantly dissipated.
A rare trace of approval appeared on his cold face. "I lost this spar."
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."
"All students, assemble!"
Wu Changkong turned to face the Training Ground, his voice suddenly dropping to freezing point.
The students lined up tremblingly, and the air was thick with tension.
Wu Changkong's icy gaze swept across every student. "The spar is over. Do you know what impression you've given me?"
His voice was like ice. "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
The words landed like a heavy hammer on every student's heart. Several girls' eyes had already reddened.
"No wonder you were assigned to Class Five. You really are all hopeless trash."
Wu Changkong's voice held no emotion. "However, even if you are scraps of iron, I will forge you into steel."
He paused before continuing, "Through this spar, I discovered that many of you are physically inadequate."
"Since your Martial Souls are weak and your physiques are no better, starting tomorrow, our class will undergo physical training."
Physical training every morning, theoretical lessons 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. Everyone else, dismissed."
At Wu Changkong's command, the dejected students gradually left. A few girls still turned back to sneak glances at Fang Yang before leaving, their eyes filled with admiration.
When the last student left the Training Ground, Wu Changkong turned and headed toward the office. "You three, follow me."
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