I'm fighting Situ Xuan?!

Bastard!

This guy is still such a bastard.

Watching the expression on her sister's face, Ye Yingrong knew things were about to go wrong.

She understood her sister, who always looked down on everyone from her high horse, far too well.

Called a genius since childhood, her sister had suffered a massive blow after failing the entrance exam for Shrek Academy, causing her entire personality to become somewhat extreme.

It was precisely because of this that she had become the way she was now after having her confession of love rejected by Wu Zhangkong.

However, sister, do you not realize that no matter what you do, it is useless?

In that man's eyes, he doesn't even see us; to put it more bluntly, we are simply not creatures on the same level as him!

Even if Class One-Five loses to Grade One Class Three, it is an honorable defeat. Being able to lead a bottom-tier class to such results is already unheard of.

Furthermore, one must be strong oneself to forge iron; with Wu Zhangkong's strength as a six-ring Soul Emperor, there is no way he will be held back by this forever.

Therefore, no matter what you do, it is all in vain.

Of course, Ye Yingrong dared not say these words to her sister; given Ye Yingluo's temper, she would likely go insane.

"Yangzi, you all need to keep an eye on that guy later and teach him a harsh lesson!"

Ye Yingluo turned back and gave a fierce instruction to the steady-looking boy behind her.

Because Wu Zhangkong's gaze had actually been fixed on that guy from Grade One Class Three most of the time!

"Ah? Me?!"

"I'm supposed to fight Situ Xuan?!"

Zhang Yangzi was somewhat surprised, or perhaps, somewhat incredulous.

Teacher, you didn't watch yesterday's match, but I did!

Are you serious about wanting me to teach that guy a harsh lesson?

Within the Grade One Class Three team, Situ Xuan said unceremoniously: "Show your strength as much as possible later, and once you've used your soul skills, just strike a nice pose and step aside."

"Leave them to me."

Lin Yao frowned slightly, "Situ Xuan, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"We are a team. If we let you take all the credit, wouldn't that imply we have no purpose?"

Situ Xuan looked at Lin Yao and sneered, "I thought you had some self-awareness, but tell me then, what purpose do you serve?"

"The three two-ring Great Soul Masters on the opposing side, and you, a one-ring little piece of trash who can't even beat a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master in terms of strength—tell me, what role can you play?"

"You, you..."

Lin Yao's face flushed red. He pointed a trembling finger at Situ Xuan, but couldn't squeeze out a single complete sentence. Suddenly, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and began to ramble incoherently, saying things like, "What do you know!" "How can a scholar..." and other phrases that no one could understand.

Bursts of laughter erupted from the Grade One Class Three team.

In truth, everyone had self-awareness; if it weren't for Situ Xuan, they would likely have become stepping stones for Class One-Five, just a chapter in their legendary journey.

For Lin Yao and Zhou Tianyang, being able to display their strength on the arena stage was already a cause for great joy.

Unlike the relaxed and joyful atmosphere of Grade One Class Three, Class One-Five felt a sense of tragic heroism, as if the wind were blowing cold and the warriors were departing, never to return.

Even though their homeroom teacher was saying words of encouragement and expressing extreme faith in the three of them.

Whether it was Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, or Wei Xiaofeng, they all saw the deep, hidden helplessness in each other's eyes when they met gazes.

Long Hengxu said: "Contestants from both sides, enter the arena."

Led by Situ Xuan, Grade One Class Three walked onto the stage; the three were Situ Xuan, Lin Yao, and Zhou Tianyang.

Class One-Five had no choice but to go up, praying they wouldn't be beaten too badly; the three were Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng.

Seeing that the three contestants from Class One-Five looked like they wanted to surrender before the match had even begun, Long Hengxu couldn't help but frown, "I will emphasize this: this is an internal academy competition. During the match, stop at the appropriate point. Only victory and defeat are to be decided; intentional injury to opponents is forbidden. Otherwise, the academy will impose additional penalties."

"Yes!" the six replied in unison.

"Good, prepare for the match. Both sides, retreat." Under Long Hengxu's supervision, both sides retreated, creating a certain distance.

"Begin!"

With the loud shout from the dean, the ultimate showdown representing the Grade One freshman classes finally began.

Wei Xiaofeng's martial soul was the Green Shadow Snake. He released his martial soul immediately, his body becoming illusory, flickering with astonishing speed. He didn't hesitate at all, instantly activating his two-ring soul skill, unleashing his strongest move right from the start.

His target was not Situ Xuan, but Lin Yao!

Naturally, one must pick the softest persimmon to squeeze!

Lin Yao didn't even have time to react. Seeing Wei Xiaofeng's green-glowing claws swiping toward his throat, he could only close his eyes instinctively.

"BANG!"

A muffled sound exploded on the arena stage, but the pain he imagined never came.

Lin Yao opened his eyes to find that Situ Xuan was holding Wei Xiaofeng's wrist with one hand. The Green Shadow Snake's claws were only three inches from his throat, yet they could not advance a single bit further.

"Bang!"

Situ Xuan flicked his wrist sharply, sending Wei Xiaofeng flying backward like a discarded sack. With a heavy thud, he slammed into the edge of the arena, nearly tumbling off. The crowd below erupted in an uproar, and even Wu Zhangkong, watching from the stands, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I gave you a chance, but you're just useless."

Situ Xuan looked at Lin Yao's dazed expression and offered a disdainful smile.

Lin Yao snapped back to reality, his face flushing red as he stammered, "I—I just didn't react in time!"

Situ Xuan scoffed, ignoring him to turn his gaze toward the remaining two members of Class One: Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi.

Zhang Yangzi's expression was grim; he had long known that Situ Xuan's strength far exceeded theirs, but he hadn't expected the gap to be this vast.

Wei Xiaofeng was a two-ring Great Soul Master, yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow?

He took a deep breath and whispered to Wang Jinxi beside him, "Stick to the plan. Fall back first, don't let him find an opening!"

Wang Jinxi nodded. His martial soul was the Bone Dragon King, making him a power-type Soul Master, but facing Situ Xuan, he didn't even have the courage to clash head-on.

The two retreated rapidly, attempting to create distance and search for an opportunity.

However, Situ Xuan gave them no time to think.

"Hiding? Do you think you can escape?"

He let out a cold snort, stomped his right foot hard against the ground, and launched himself forward like a cannonball!

"He's too fast!"

The students below couldn't even track his movements, hearing only a whistle that tore through the air, followed immediately by a muffled grunt from Wang Jinxi.

"Boom!"

Situ Xuan slammed a fist into the arms Wang Jinxi had barely managed to raise in defense.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out. Wang Jinxi groaned as the immense force sent him sliding backward. His arms throbbed with agonizing pain; even with his martial soul manifested, he had nearly suffered a broken bone, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

What kind of monster is this guy... Wang Jinxi felt a surge of terror.

Just then, a black shadow swept in rapidly from the side—it was Zhang Yangzi!

His martial soul, the Dark Eagle, had already been released. Now, he flapped his wings violently, catching the flying Wang Jinxi mid-air.

The moment the two collided, a strange fluctuation of soul power suddenly erupted from their bodies!

A low dragon roar and a sharp eagle cry rang out almost simultaneously. Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi's bodies turned as black as ink, and then, they began to merge in a bizarre fashion.

Zhang Yangzi's body transformed into black light, silently merging into Wang Jinxi's frame. The pair of light wings on his back expanded rapidly, becoming wings for Wang Jinxi.

Wang Jinxi's body began to swell and grow larger. A massive tail protruded from behind him, and his left arm transformed into a Bone Dragon claw identical to his right, his aura skyrocketing.