Are there many perverts like Situ Xuan?!

"Clang!"

The moment the fist and sword met, the expected sound of collision did not occur.

Situ Xuan suddenly changed his move before his fist touched the blade, splaying his five fingers into a claw. He grazed the edge of the blade by a hair's breadth, striking directly at the throat of Wu Zhangkong.

"North Star Steel Rending Grip!"

If this claw were to land, even steel would be torn into five deep furrows.

Wu Zhangkong was forced to retreat for the first time, his ice-blue hair flying under the agitation of the fist wind. As he withdrew, his left hand grabbed at the void, and countless ice crystals condensed into an ice wall.

"Boom!"

Situ Xuan's claw strike tore the ice wall to shreds, but Wu Zhangkong had already used this brief gap to readjust his posture. The ice sword in his hand suddenly softened, turning into an ice whip like a spirit snake, lashing toward the back of Situ Xuan's heart at a bizarre angle.

Shadows of the whip multiplied, each one carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Situ Xuan, however, let out a ferocious grin. Instead of dodging, he charged straight into the whip shadows. Patterns of the Big Dipper suddenly emerged on the surface of his skin, and he slammed into Wu Zhangkong like a cannonball.

"Beidou Bone-Breaking Fist!"

This was a fierce fighting style of trading injury for injury.

Wu Zhangkong clearly had not expected his opponent to be so ruthless; in his haste, he could only re-condense the ice whip into a sword to block.

"Bang!"

As the fist and sword collided, a visible shockwave erupted within the Training Room.

The surrounding training equipment was blown askew, and the Soul Guidance Lamp on the wall flickered on and off.

Wu Zhangkong retreated three steps before steadying his stance, the ice sword in his hand already covered in cracks.

Meanwhile, Situ Xuan stood where he was, his right fist dripping with blood—the wound caused by the ice sword. But his eyes grew increasingly excited, the curve of his mouth widening, and the blood from the wound actually flowed in reverse, seeping back into his skin.

"Again!"

The day was bright and sunny, with a clear blue sky and not a cloud in sight.

In the center of the Intermediate Division playground, a competition stage had already been set up. Though called a stage, it was actually a circular area one hundred meters in diameter, paved with metal plates ten centimeters thick.

It occupied a large portion of the playground.

Around the competition stage were specialized Soul Guidance Barrier Generators, which could prevent accidents from occurring during matches.

Today was the first day of the competition, and to avoid interfering with the students' studies, the matches were held after school.

At this moment, the dismissal bell had already rung, and students were swarming out of the teaching building, but very few were heading toward the competition stage.

First-year freshmen, Class Five versus Class Four—what was there to see in a match like this?

The upperclassmen were dismissive; only a few classes from the first year, especially Class Three, who were competing tomorrow, had arrived in full force to watch the match.

After the bell rang, the students of Class Five of the first year ran to the playground in neat rows and stood still on one side.

Three months of special training had given Class Five a brand-new look. Although their talents were not particularly outstanding, under the tutelage of Wu Zhangkong, their physical fitness had definitely improved significantly, and even their soul power was increasing much faster than before.

The students of Class Four of the first year arrived more slowly, walking over in twos and threes, looking as if they didn't care much about this match.

"Hey brat, which one do you think will win, Class Five or Class Four?"

Long Xiuyuan stood beside Situ Xuan, looking spirited, and draped his arm over Situ Xuan's shoulder without hesitation.

Even though he was just a ten-year-old brat, his height of nearly 1.8 meters made it impossible for the boisterous Long Xiuyuan to treat him like a junior.

"What is the point of that?"

Situ Xuan crossed his arms over his chest, lifted his chin, and said proudly, "Whoever it is, they won't be able to get past me."

Looking at the posturing Situ Xuan, Long Xiuyuan did not refute him. As the person who had experienced the depth of Situ Xuan's strength the most, Long Xiuyuan could authoritatively say that in the first year of Eastsea Academy, Situ Xuan could be called number one!

Fifteen levels of soul power cultivation, physical quality reaching that of a typical three-ring Power Attack System Soul Elder with a beast martial soul, a body-type martial soul, and mysterious, powerful family martial arts...

These might not count for much individually, but combined, in this first year of Eastsea Academy where the average age was only ten and the average soul power level was only around the second ring.

He was a tyrannosaurus rex that had wandered into a flock of sheep!

"Hey, brat, look over there."

Long Xiuyuan suddenly poked Situ Xuan with his elbow, signaling him to look at the Class Five team walking over not far away. "The students brought out by that ice block are actually quite interesting."

Situ Xuan followed his gaze and saw three figures walking at the very front of the Class Five team.

In the middle was a black-haired, blue-eyed boy whose steps were as steady as a leopard ready to pounce; on the left was a black-haired girl whose every movement exuded an indescribable elegance; on the right was a grinning boy who was looking around, just like a curious cat.

"Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, Xie Xie."

Situ Xuan recited the three names, a flash of fighting spirit crossing his eyes. "Theoretically speaking, aside from those two guys with the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they are the strongest."

Long Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows. "Oh? It seems you've had your eye on this year's freshmen for a while?"

"I just wanted to see who could give me a good fight..."

Situ Xuan flexed his wrists, his knuckles making a crisp sound. "An excellent opponent always makes one excited."

"Tsk tsk, so combative at such a young age."

Long Xiuyuan feigned a sigh, then suddenly lowered his voice, "That Xie Xie... is he using Twin Martial Souls?"

Situ Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp glint: "The teacher noticed it too?"

"Nonsense, I'm at least a five-ring Spirit King."

Long Xiuyuan rubbed his nose smugly, then turned serious again, "But what concerns me most is that Tang Wulin... the aura on him is a bit strange."

Situ Xuan nodded without saying anything further.

This fellow townsman of his... was likely beginning the formal awakening of his bloodline.

"The match is about to start."

Long Xiuyuan patted Situ Xuan on the shoulder, "Observe carefully; it's our class's turn tomorrow."

Just then, as if sensing something, Xie Xie suddenly turned his head to look toward the side of Grade One Class Three.

When he noticed Situ Xuan, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately returned to his usual cynical expression and made a face at them.

"Heh..."

Situ Xuan's lips curled upward, and his right fist suddenly clenched and then relaxed. Between his fingers, the air was compressed to the limit, emitting a crisp "pop."

This faint sound caused several surrounding students from Class Three to glance over, and in the distance, Xie Xie's smile visibly stiffened for a moment.

"You brat, keep a low profile. Why be so flashy?!"

Although Long Xiuyuan said this, the smugness on his face was so intense he practically wanted to shove it in the faces of the homeroom teachers of Class One-Five and Class Four.

In the ranks of Grade One Class Three, Lin Yao looked at the two people in front, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

He had originally thought he would be able to demonstrate his value in this class.

But it seemed... he was just a clown.

Shaking his head, Lin Yao quickly adjusted his mindset.

Aside from that freak Situ Xuan, he was the strongest in Class Three.

He didn't believe it; could there really be many more freaks like Situ Xuan?!