Like a Devil Lord Descended from the Heavens, Truly a God of Calamity Among Men!

Before the cheers had completely faded, Situ Xuan on the arena platform suddenly looked up.

Those eyes, once as calm as a deep pool, suddenly erupted with a heart-stopping ferocity, as if tangible blades were piercing out from the depths of his pupils.

The air froze in that instant, and all sound in the stands came to an abrupt halt—as if an invisible hand had suddenly clamped down on everyone's throats.

It was as if the Big Dipper had descended, the Army Breaker incarnate.

Like a demon lord descending from the heavens, truly a god of calamity among men!

At this moment, the entire venue fell silent, the cheers cut off as if severed by a sharp blade.

Situ Xuan bared his teeth, a surge of heroic spirit welling up from his chest as he suddenly roared: "Who else!"

Situ Xuan's voice cracked like a thunderbolt, sending ripples through the frozen air. He stood in the center of the arena, his clothes snapping in the wind, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings. Wherever his gaze fell, all the students instinctively took half a step back.

Below the arena, Lin Yao and Zhou Tianyang looked at each other in dismay. They had never seen this side of Situ Xuan—not the classmate who was always taciturn, but a wild beast released from its cage, radiating a suffocating pressure from head to toe.

"What is he trying to do..."

Lin Yao swallowed hard, his voice trembling. Zhou Tianyang gripped his shoulder so tightly that his nails almost sank into the flesh.

Situ Xuan suddenly threw his head back and laughed, the sound like the clashing of metal, making people's eardrums ache. He took a sudden step forward, and the entire arena shook violently beneath his feet.

"Is there no one left who dares to come up?"

Situ Xuan shifted his gaze to look at Long Hengxu, "Director, I wonder if it is possible to move up the Class Promotion Tournament against the second years!"

Filled with soaring battle intent, Situ Xuan was impatient; the martial soul fusion skill just used by Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi had been nothing more than an appetizer, one that had ignited his fighting spirit but failed to satisfy him!

"Absurd!"

Veins bulged on Long Hengxu's forehead, and his voice turned into a sudden shriek, like a rooster with its neck caught, "The Class Promotion Tournament is a traditional event of the academy; how can it be changed at will just because of you?"

Situ Xuan on the arena frowned, his battle intent undiminished, like a predator whose hunt had been forcibly interrupted. His fists clenched slightly, his knuckles emitting a series of crisp "crack" sounds.

Just as the atmosphere grew tense once more—

"Ouch! Whose little ancestor is showing off his might here?"

A lazy voice suddenly drifted from behind the crowd.

Everyone followed the sound to see Long Xiuyuan standing at the edge of the arena, arms crossed, looking at Situ Xuan with a teasing expression.

"Teacher Long..." The aura on Situ Xuan's body faltered, and he frowned slightly.

"Don't give me that sour face."

Long Xiuyuan curled his lip, hopped onto the arena in two strides, and before Situ Xuan could react, reached out and grabbed his ear, "Just because you won against a fusion skill, you think you're invincible?"

"It hurts!" Situ Xuan, caught off guard, gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

The students stared in stunned silence at the scene—Situ Xuan, who had just swept the entire field like a god of war, was now being lectured by his own teacher while having his ear pulled.

"It's good that you know it hurts!"

Long Xiuyuan didn't let go; instead, he increased the pressure, dragging Situ Xuan toward the edge of the arena, "Class One-One was making a legitimate challenge, but you? You start acting like a wild animal just because you won?"

As he walked, he offered an apologetic smile to the surrounding students, "Pardon the spectacle, everyone; this kid didn't take his medicine this morning."

"Pfft..." Someone in the crowd laughed first, and soon, a roar of laughter erupted throughout the training grounds.

Situ Xuan's face turned beet red as he was dragged along, the battle intent in his eyes completely replaced by humiliation.

He lowered his voice: "Teacher Long, let go!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so you still care about your face?"

Long Xiuyuan raised an eyebrow and deliberately raised his volume, "Then who was it that just shouted 'Who else' here a moment ago?"

Another burst of laughter erupted from below.

Lin Yao from Grade One Class Three covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking; even the usually cold-faced Wu Zhangkong couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth.

Situ Xuan stiffened his face, a flash of shame and annoyance in his eyes.

He suddenly shook off Long Xiuyuan's hand and was about to say something, but was stopped by a single look from the teacher.

"That's enough, stop making a fool of yourself here."

Long Xiuyuan patted Situ Xuan on the shoulder, his tone suddenly turning serious, "If you really want to find someone to fight, I'll spar with you later."

He added in a lower voice, "I guarantee I'll let you have your fill."

Situ Xuan was taken aback, and the battle intent in his eyes reignited instantly. He stared fixedly at Long Xiuyuan, as if confirming the truth of those words.

"What? You don't believe me?"

Long Xiuyuan smiled, "But the condition is—now, immediately, right this second, get off the arena."

He pointed toward Wang Jinxi, who was sprawled on the ground, and the unconscious Zhang Yangzi, "If you don't get off, the medical staff won't even dare to come up to carry them away."

Situ Xuan followed his finger and looked; sure enough, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were still lying on the ground.

"Everyone, pardon the disturbance."

Long Xiuyuan didn't want a promising talent like Situ Xuan to make too many enemies due to arrogance.

Although they were only in the first grade and no one would truly hold a grudge, such habits were ultimately bad for the future.

Situ Xuan pursed his lips and finally turned to leap off the arena. When his toes touched the ground, he landed so lightly that not even a speck of dust was kicked up, a stark contrast to the berserk fighting style he had displayed just moments ago.

"Everyone, disperse!"

Long Hengxu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as if granted amnesty. "The upcoming Class Promotion Tournament requires discussion by our Academic Affairs Office; we will announce the results next week."

The crowd began to scatter in twos and threes, yet countless gazes still trailed the back of the boy in black. Long Xiuyuan followed closely behind Situ Xuan, still chattering away: "I'm telling you, you won, so you won—there was no need to put on that look like you were going to eat someone alive..."

"Lao Long."

Situ Xuan suddenly stopped, his voice carrying a rare hint of hesitation. "I couldn't control it."

Long Xiuyuan's nagging came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at Situ Xuan seriously. "What did you say?"

Seeing Long Xiuyuan's tense expression, Situ Xuan gave a light laugh. "Lao Long, you misunderstood. I meant that the thrill of battle is just too intoxicating. Once the excitement took hold, I naturally couldn't control myself; I had to vent the energy in my chest to feel at ease."

Situ Xuan's voice sounded exceptionally clear under the setting sun, yet the light in Long Xiuyuan's narrowed eyes flickered with disbelief. He silently gripped Situ Xuan's wrist, his fingertips pressing accurately against the pulse points.

"Your blood is churning like boiling water, and your soul power is circulating like blades."

Long Xiuyuan's voice suddenly became extremely soft, as if he were afraid of startling something. "This is not the pulse of someone who simply hasn't finished fighting."

The smile at the corners of Situ Xuan's mouth didn't waver, but the gravel at the edge of the arena suddenly stirred without a breeze. He flipped his wrist, and Long Xiuyuan felt a numbness in his fingertips, as if he had touched a red-hot branding iron.

"Lao Long, when did you change careers to become a doctor?"

A dark glint flashed and vanished in the boy's eyes, and as he turned, his robes swirled like ink-colored clouds. "Isn't it normal for blood to boil after a fight?"

Seeing that Long Xiuyuan still wanted to say something, Situ Xuan unceremoniously pushed him toward the Training Room. "Let's go, let's go! You promised to keep me company until I was satisfied!"