Instant Defeat

"Who else wants to challenge me? I won't be holding back from here on out." Wu Xuan stood on the Battle Soul Platform and looked over the Class Nine students.

"Me!!"

Wu Xuan froze, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he frowned and looked over.

He recognized the person who stood up. More accurately, he knew her from his previous life. It was Wu Feng, the girl beside Ning Tian.

"Feng, what are you doing?! Didn't I just say not to challenge Wu Xuan?" Ning Tian lowered her voice, a hint of displeasure in her tone.

Wu Feng gritted her teeth and avoided Ning Tian's gaze. "Wu Xuan is way too arrogant. He says he won't hold back—who does he think he is? I refuse to accept this."

With that, Wu Feng leaped from her seat and landed in the center of the arena.

Once she entered the arena, Wu Xuan glared at Wu Feng with a dark expression, and Wu Feng met his gaze without showing the slightest weakness.

He had already made his threat. Since Wu Feng still dared to come up, she could not blame him for what happened next.

"Teacher Mu, your students are certainly lively! Hahaha!" the healing-system Soul Sage teacher said with a chuckle.

Mu Jin smiled in response. The main reason she had arranged practical combat training for the students on their very first day was to familiarize herself with their martial souls, abilities, and fighting styles, making it easier to select a seed team for the assessment three months later.

"Battle begins." As Mu Jin's voice rang out, Wu Feng let out a sharp cry and her graceful body abruptly sprang forward. Streams of crimson Soul Power surged from her body, accompanied by a faint dragon roar.

A layer of pale red radiance rippled across Wu Feng's skin. Starting from the left side of her face, dense dragon scales spread over her skin, extending down her neck and across her shoulder, all the way to her entire left arm and hand.

Sensing the change in Wu Feng's aura, the other assault-system Soul Sage teacher could not help but remark, "A Red Dragon martial soul, and such condensed Soul Power. Teacher Mu, this student of yours has a real chance of becoming a core disciple."

"She certainly does. This little girl is considered the strongest in our Class Nine below the Soul Elder level. If that boy Wu Xuan underestimates her, he may suffer for it," Mu Jin said with a smile.

But when she turned back toward the Battle Soul Platform, her smile froze. Wu Feng had already been sent flying off the platform. She had lost!

How long had that taken? Barely enough time to exchange two sentences?

The entire venue fell silent as everyone stared blankly at Wu Xuan on the Battle Soul Platform.

Wu Feng, who had fallen below the platform, spat out a mouthful of blood before passing out.

The healing-system teacher immediately leaped down from the viewing platform to treat Wu Feng's injuries.

"What exactly happened just now?" Mu Jin asked the assault-system Soul Sage beside her in disbelief.

"I only saw that boy kick out a whirlwind. The whirlwind trapped the little girl, and then that Wind Dragon from before appeared," the assault-system Soul Sage said, her words full of admiration.

Wu Xuan's one-move defeat of Qian Gu Ming had already shocked her. Now, he had used two moves to instantly defeat Wu Feng, who possessed the powerful Red Dragon martial soul and was already a Soul Grandmaster. Mu Jin felt as though the world had become fantastical.

After examining her, the healing-system teacher sighed in relief. "Her blood and energy surged backward, and the Soul Power in her meridians is in disarray. Other than that, she has no serious injuries. He must have pulled back in time."

As she spoke, the healing-system Soul Sage activated her Third Soul Skill. A green leaf drifted out and sank into Wu Feng's forehead. Before long, the unconscious Wu Feng woke up.

"Does anyone else want to challenge me? This offer won't last forever! But before you come up, weigh your own abilities first." Seeing Wu Feng awaken, Wu Xuan's cold voice rang out from the Battle Soul Platform once more.

Without using a single Soul Skill, he had defeated two Soul Grandmasters in succession. This time, no student dared to step forward again. Among Soul Masters, the strong reigned supreme. That was a rule that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years.

Mu Jin made several notes in her folder before smiling. "All right, that's enough! Wu Xuan, come down! Next, Nanmen Yun'er will face Li Ya."

"Okay." Wu Xuan nodded, then headed toward the stands.

"Class Monitor, that Wind Dragon move of yours was so cool! Was it a Self-Created Soul Skill?" Nanmen Yun'er asked as she stepped onto the Battle Soul Platform, her eyes filled with admiration.

"More or less," Wu Xuan replied with a smile as he passed by her.

At that moment, cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

"Class Monitor, you're too strong! We're convinced!"

Wu Xuan ignored the students' flattery and sat on the viewing platform to watch the matches.

The practical combat continued.

Compared to Class One's hundred-lap run on the first day of school, Class Nine's first-day lesson was much easier.

Each student only needed to take part in one practical match. Most of the remaining time was spent watching.

Those support-system Soul Masters without combat ability were also arranged by Mu Jin into two-on-two soul battles.

"You may arrange your own cultivation this afternoon! Class dismissed!" Mu Jin announced to the students in the stands.

The moment Mu Jin left, the Class Nine students began crowding around Wu Xuan again.

"Class Monitor! Let's go eat together! My martial soul also has a wind element, so I happen to want to ask you for guidance on cultivation." Nanmen Yun'er stepped forward with an invitation.

"Wu Xuan! Would you like to have lunch together?" Ning Tian also stepped up, bringing along Wu Feng, whose expression was somewhat stiff.

"Class Monitor."

"Go away, go away! You girls, stop pestering Brother Xuan! Brother Xuan's time is very valuable." Qian Gu Ming stepped forward and blocked them with great tact.

"You brat! You changed your attitude pretty quickly. As for treating me to a meal, we'll let that slide." Wu Xuan hooked an arm around Qian Gu Ming's neck, his words full of threat.

"Fine! I'll treat you to as many meals as you want." Qian Gu Ming grinned awkwardly.

"You said it." Wu Xuan smiled mischievously and left the crowd.

"Ladies, the Class Monitor already has plans. Try again next time! Hahaha!" Qian Gu Ming taunted them smugly.

"That hateful guy!" Nanmen Yun'er stomped her foot in anger.

Ning Tian watched the two of them leave, seemingly lost in thought.

Elsewhere!

"Teacher Mu, it seems the class monitor you chose is quite popular!" the healing-system Soul Sage teased.

"That is indeed rare," Mu Jin said with a smile.

"An elemental martial soul, yet he can already influence the natural elements with only three rings. Even Ling Luochen could not compare to that when she was his age."

"Elder Lin! Are you saying Wu Xuan's talent surpasses Ling Luochen's?" Mu Jin asked in shock.

"To be precise, it far surpasses hers! If that old fellow Du Weilun found out, who knows how delighted he would be. Hahaha!"

In the cafeteria, Class Nine had finished their practical combat early, so when the students arrived, the place was quite empty.

Since Qian Gu Ming had said he would treat him, Wu Xuan naturally did not hold back. He ordered a serving of steamed Hundred-Year Giant-Horned Ox beef, a serving of braised Hundred-Year Swift Wind Tiger paw, a fairly ordinary bowl of Jade Crucian Carp soup, and finally a large bowl of crystal white jade rice.

Although each dish was not served in a large portion, the energy they contained was far beyond that of ordinary food. Naturally, their price was also far beyond ordinary food. Two dishes and a soup cost a full thirty-one Gold Soul Coins.

When Wu Xuan picked up his tray, Qian Gu Ming's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his expression looked even worse than crying.

"Look how scared you are. I never said you had to treat me to lunch," Wu Xuan teased after swiftly paying for his meal.

After getting his own food, Qian Gu Ming sat across from Wu Xuan. His meal was not bad either; he had a serving of Hundred-Year Soul Beast meat as well.

"Let's go to the night market for dinner. I heard the outer courtyard's snack street is one of Shrek's major features," Wu Xuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Qian Gu Ming nodded quickly.

The Breaking Clan had joined the Tang Sect for ten thousand years. To everyone across the Douluo Continent, the Soul Breaking Spear was a symbol of the Tang Sect, and nearly every Soul Master would recognize it.

Tang San was watching from above, and I knew that too. That was why I wrote the Soul Breaking Spear martial soul. Otherwise, I would not have made the Soul Breaking Spear the second martial soul.

If Sky Dream Ice Silkworm were obtained by an outsider, Tang San would definitely intervene. But the protagonist still had the identity of a Tang Sect disciple, so Tang San might not stop him. He would only think about bringing the protagonist under his wing. After all, from Tang San's perspective, he was the ancestor of the Tang Sect, and Tang Sect disciples would only worship him without reason.

This will be written in the next few chapters. Please go easy on me, everyone, and do not jump to conclusions so quickly.