Wu Changkong Digs a Pit

Frost spread across the Frost Sword as Wu Changkong's second soul ring lit up, then manifested.

A terrifying wave of icy energy swept forth; this strike was Wu Changkong going all out, yet Chen Ye showed no fear.

Frost coated his body but produced no effect whatsoever.

With the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, he was like the legendary Pure Yang Body.

The moment this frost struck him, it melted from the heat generated by his scales.

Seeing that his attack hadn't affected Chen Ye at all, Wu Changkong's eyes held a hint of surprise.

But before he could react further, Chen Ye stepped forward, his fist covered in golden scaled claws suddenly punching out, terrifying power surging.

Wu Changkong's eyes flickered as his fifth soul ring lit up, sharp Sword Intent gathered, and he slashed down with another sword strike.

This blow, which could casually slay a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, landed on Chen Ye, even more terrifying sword energy descending alongside the frost.

Chen Ye staggered back two steps, glanced at his body, and saw a scratch had appeared—but it had only barely cut through the Golden Dragon King scales.

"Still a bit short. If I were at Fourth Ring now, Teacher Wu probably couldn't beat me."

"As expected of a top-tier martial soul, with the potential of an Extreme Douluo."

Chen Ye thought to himself, then slightly cupped his fists: "I lost, Teacher Wu. Teacher's skill is impressive."

Chen Ye acted very respectfully, but Wu Changkong, who had been keeping a stern face, couldn't hold it together anymore.

He, a Soul Emperor, had fought a Three-Ring cultivator and barely suppressed him.

The problem was that the other party was only nine years old while he was already in his twenties. As Shrek's most elite genius, he felt a sense of inadequacy for the first time.

"Ahem, you did very well. This time I won't punish you with five times the homework." Wu Changkong said with a cough, then led the team back to class.

Wu Changkong said it casually, but Chen Ye was stunned on the spot.

So after all that, if he lost the spar, he'd have to write five times the homework.

If he hadn't performed well, he really would have had to write five times the homework.

And their homework was no small amount—five times the load would take at least three hours.

But seeing his classmates' expressions of utter despair, watching former good friends turn on each other instantly, Chen Ye couldn't help but want to laugh.

These classmates were purely fair-weather friends. The only one who surprised him was Xu Xiaoyan, who still trotted along behind Gu Yue.

Back in the classroom, Chen Ye was the last to enter. As he returned, many eyes fell on him.

Though it was a genius class, there were still two types of students: those who slacked off, who didn't feel much about the strength Chen Ye had shown.

After all, they already knew he was strong from yesterday.

And then there were the driven ones, who were almost crushed seeing Chen Ye's power.

Especially remembering they were the same age, many classmates had already had their Dao Hearts shattered.

But seeing those resentful gazes, Chen Ye gave a bitter smile.

This had nothing to do with him. If it weren't for the spar, if he directly used his Third Soul Skill, combined with the terrifying range of Golden Dragon Blast, it might have destroyed the entire playground.

If he weren't afraid of hurting his classmates, he would have gone all out against Wu Changkong.

Thinking that, he no longer felt guilty, and instead looked at his classmates with a "disappointed in your lack of effort" expression.

Wu Changkong coughed, and Chen Ye awkwardly returned to his seat.

Seeing those resentful looks from the students, Wu Changkong also had a headache.

He wanted to encourage them, to say that surely someone was more talented and stronger than Chen Ye.

But a nine-year-old at Three Rings, with strength that could already contend with a normal Soul King—

under these circumstances, Wu Changkong really couldn't lie and say someone else was stronger.

Even looking at these students, Wu Changkong's expression was complicated.

Because for the rest of their lives, they would never meet another genius as dazzling as Chen Ye.

"Seeing someone talented, instead of learning from them, you think about giving up—you're the worst class I've ever taught!"

Wu Changkong tapped the desk, his gaze sweeping over the students.

Hearing his words, most of the students lowered their heads with a trace of guilt, except Chen Ye, who blinked.

"Teacher, aren't we your first batch of students? Where does 'worst ever' come from?"

"Shut up!" Wu Changkong glared at Chen Ye. He had wanted to create a serious atmosphere, but it was ruined before it could settle.

Chen Ye awkwardly made a zipping motion across his lips. Wu Changkong didn't bother with him further and looked back at the students.

"Let's not even talk about your strength—your practical training just now was a complete mess!"

"Either your soul skills were inaccurately released, or you ran out of steam mid-fight."

"Starting tomorrow, you'll carry twenty jin of weight and run ten laps every day!"

Wu Changkong said it calmly, but the students below instantly erupted.

"Teacher, twenty jin—how are we supposed to run ten laps like this? We can't take it."

"Wah, teacher, this training method of yours has no scientific basis!"

"Lingbing Douluo, the founder of the Spirit Pagoda—have you heard of him? He's one of Shrek's iconic figures."

"Do you know that in his early days, he trained exactly like this?"

"If someone of his caliber trained this way, how dare you claim there's no basis?"

Wu Changkong's gaze swept over the students, and they instantly fell silent.

Many had heard that Wu Changkong came from Shrek, so they instinctively believed his words.

Seeing the trust in his classmates' eyes, Wu Changkong nodded.

Only Chen Ye's face carried a rare trace of complexity. He looked at these naive classmates, silent, saying nothing.

Weighted running didn't bother him, but he was afraid Wu Changkong would directly give him two hundred jin—that would be unbearable.

"Chen Ye, Xu Xiaoyan, Gu Yue—you three stay. The rest of you are dismissed."

Following Wu Changkong to the small training ground, the three of them looked at him with some confusion.

Wu Changkong cleared his throat, then turned his gaze to them: "The Promotion Tournament is about to start. Our class needs to defend, and this time you three will handle the defense."

"Teacher, are you sure you even need me and Sister Gu Yue?" Xu Xiaoyan said, glancing at Chen Ye.

She hadn't understood what a chosen one meant before, but now she suddenly got it—this kid was freakishly strong.

Seeing Xu Xiaoyan's look, as if she were staring at a monster, Chen Ye snorted lightly: "We're in the same class. You're not really planning to make me take on three by myself, are you?"

"Forget taking on three—I feel like even an entire class couldn't beat you. The three of us going up would just be pure punching bags."

Xu Xiaoyan couldn't help but complain. She had never seen someone so absurdly powerful at such a young age.

Wu Changkong looked helplessly at the two bickering: "This is good for you too. During the matches, Chen Ye will hold the rear; you two will be the main fighters."