Class Assignment

In an instant, Su Qiu was already pressed right up against the gloomy boy.

At the age of nine, practically all Soul Masters relied on Soul Skills in battle. Once their Soul Power ran out and they could no longer use Soul Skills, there was nothing they could do. They knew almost nothing about hand-to-hand combat.

On one hand, their thinking was limited—they relied too heavily on Soul Skills. On the other hand, there were physical reasons. They were too young, their bodies had not fully developed, and they could not properly make use of hand-to-hand combat.

Only Su Qiu, with the foundation of the Holy Sword, could use any form of hand-to-hand combat with effortless ease through Intuition.

At that moment, Su Qiu's speed startled the gloomy boy. He wanted to do something, but his hands and feet could not keep up with his thoughts, leaving his movements chaotic and disordered.

His fist swung at Su Qiu's face like a headless fly.

Su Qiu did not move his feet. He merely tilted his head slightly to evade the fist wind, then stepped half a pace closer, slipping directly into the other boy's guard.

The other boy's other hand swung down wildly, but the instant he moved, Su Qiu flicked him aside with force in advance, throwing off his balance and leaving him wide open.

Su Qiu did not take the opportunity to punch. He simply raised his elbow and lightly pressed it against the other boy's chest. He did not exert any force, yet it perfectly disrupted the rhythm of his breathing.

At this moment, if this Elbow Strike to the Heart had been delivered with force, the other boy would have at least been seriously injured. But Su Qiu did not do so; after all, the boy had not committed any crime deserving of that.

The gloomy boy let out a muffled grunt, and all his movements instantly went limp. He staggered back several steps. He had never experienced a battle like this before and was far too flustered. Only after catching his breath did he remember to use a Soul Skill.

His first Soul Ring flashed, and his figure suddenly became hazy. A string of afterimages surrounded him, making it impossible to distinguish real from false.

"Not a bad Soul Skill. Too bad you ran into me."

Shaking his head, Su Qiu reached out casually by feel and accurately grabbed his real body. Then he turned and flipped him over, slamming him to the ground.

"What's your name?" Su Qiu pinned him down.

The gloomy boy did not answer. Instead, he snarled viciously, "How did you see through me?!"

At the same time, his gaze inadvertently swept behind Su Qiu. There was a Green Snake there—his Soul Spirit.

The little Green Snake was entirely jade-green, with a pair of slightly translucent green wings on its back. Though small, it radiated an exceptionally powerful aura.

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi, who were watching from the side, had just opened their mouths to warn him when the little Green Snake shot forward, charging straight at Su Qiu.

"Ha..." The gloomy boy's smug laugh had barely begun before it caught in his throat.

Under Intuition, Su Qiu did not even turn his head. He reached back and caught the Green Snake in one hand, then calmly asked a second time, "Your name?"

"Wei... Wei Xiaofeng." Stammering out his answer, Wei Xiaofeng's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

"Wei Xiaofeng, right? Let's leave it at that this time. We're all roommates, so get along properly from now on, understand?"

Patting Wei Xiaofeng's already swelling face, Su Qiu decided to stop there.

The battle had ended too quickly to cause any commotion, and no teacher had noticed and rushed over. Otherwise, they would have to go to the disciplinary office again.

"O-okay."

Meeting those indifferent Holy Cyan eyes, Wei Xiaofeng felt a chill rise in his heart.

Although he still had his second Soul Skill unused, after reviewing the entire fight, he knew that even if he used it, it would be useless.

His opponent had not even used his Martial Soul!

The person before him was a genuine monster!

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were dumbstruck. After playing the scene out in their minds, they realized that if either of them had taken Wei Xiaofeng's place, the outcome would have been no different.

When they looked at Su Qiu again, their gazes had clearly changed. There was reverence for the strong in their eyes.

For the rest of the time, Wei Xiaofeng slumped in his chair with vacant eyes, only a step away from drooling. He was questioning his entire life.

The praise from his family and friends now seemed painfully grating when he recalled it.

Am I really a genius?

Meanwhile, during their subsequent chat with Su Qiu, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi unconsciously lowered themselves.

Their Martial Souls were suppressed by Su Qiu. If they truly fought him, they would only lose even more miserably.

Now, the dormitory was peaceful and harmonious, with everyone getting along lovingly.

Truly cause for celebration.

Time passed, and the registration period for New Students soon ended. The next day was the opening ceremony.

The ceremony was held in Eastsea Academy's enormous plaza. Only at this time of year would the Advanced Department students gather with the Intermediate Department students. Normally, they rarely even saw one another.

Each grade in the Intermediate Department had around a hundred students, for a total of six grades.

The Advanced Department, however, was completely different. It did not even have two hundred students in total.

"Hello, students. Today is the annual opening ceremony. Next, let us welcome Dean Yu to give a speech. Please give him a round of applause!"

Amid enthusiastic applause, Dean Yu slowly walked onto the stage. He was an Elder with graying hair and glasses, carrying a scholarly air.

"Hello, students. Every year at this time, I feel somewhat moved."

"One group of students graduates and sets out upon their own paths toward the future. At the same time, new students arrive at Eastsea Academy."

The Dean's speech was passionate and inspiring.

Su Qiu listened with interest at first, but before long, he began to nod off and let his mind wander.

He could not help it. It was an old habit.

A quarter of an hour later, the Dean gradually wrapped up his speech. Next came the most important part: class assignment.

The nearby New Students began to stir, and only then did Su Qiu come back to his senses, somewhat surprised.

This Dean is really pretty good. He wrapped it up after only a little over ten minutes.

The students left the venue in order. Only the First Grade New Students remained from the Intermediate Department, while the Advanced Department's New Students returned to their own campus area for class assignment.

The class assignment process was transparent. The academy had very clear records of the New Students' information. Based on their Soul Power, Martial Souls, records, and other factors, they were assigned to classes in order after an overall evaluation.

Class One was the best, while Class Five was the worst.

Su Qiu did not care much about that. He was already studying the opponent he would face in Class Five later.

By opponent, he did not mean the other New Students. He meant Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong could be considered a true genius. In the Original Work, even though much of his golden cultivation period had been delayed,

he still achieved no small degree of success in the end.

None of his peers could put up a fight. Su Wuyan was far too strong and often fought dirty as well, so battling him was nothing but suffering.

Fighting a genius of the previous generation like Wu Changkong—that was what real battle felt like!

"Lastly, the Class Five list..." The teacher onstage called out names one by one.

Standing to one side with Su Qiu, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were already stunned. They had heard Su Qiu's name assigned to Class Five.

But Wei Xiaofeng was the most dumbfounded. Recalling their earlier battle, his body still ached faintly.

Su Qiu's suppressive presence had left him in despair.

Now they were telling Wei Xiaofeng that he was in Class One while Su Qiu was in Class Five?

No, am I even worthy?

At that moment, Wei Xiaofeng suddenly wondered whether the teacher had made a mistake. Could Class Five actually be the best class?

"Don't be so surprised. I suggested it myself. You'll understand why later." Facing his roommates' disbelieving looks, Su Qiu casually explained.

He could hardly tell them outright that he had gone to Class Five to fight its teacher.

No one would believe him.

The teacher onstage finished calling the names.

The New Students on the field then split off into their respective classes.