Everyone Was Classmates After All

The upperclassmen watching nearby erupted in an uproar.

None of them had expected Xu Hu, who had been unable to beat Ha'er just two minutes ago, to send him flying with a single blow!

They had seen it clearly just now.

Thinking of how Ha'er's body had suddenly stiffened when he tried to counterattack, everyone's gaze fell on Xu Yuan.

It was him!

If Ha'er had not paused for those two seconds, the current situation would have been no different from when Xu Hu had been sent flying earlier.

His opponent had not even used a soul skill!

Everyone gave Xu Yuan a deep look, including their homeroom teacher, Lor Diarra.

The venue was equipped with healing-type Soul Masters.

They were mainly there to handle sudden situations like this.

Two six-ring healing-type Soul Emperors immediately appeared on the Soul Fighting Platform.

They first assessed Ha'er's injuries, then promptly began treatment.

That was the advantage of practical combat classes.

If one was injured during practical combat class, as long as they did not die on the spot, they could receive timely treatment. Even lost arms or broken legs could be restored within just a few days.

Private soul fights were different.

Hiring a healing-type teacher cost an enormous amount of Gold Soul Coins, and they charged by the hour.

Meanwhile.

Xu Hu lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands. He had not expected that he could really win, much less win so easily.

That had been a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster!

It all felt dreamlike and unreal to him.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan gently patted his shoulder, then turned to look at Lor Diarra, who stood beside them with his arms crossed and did not move.

"Teacher, you said earlier that winning one match earned two Gold Soul Coins."

"..."

Lor Diarra's mouth twitched slightly. Who the hell knew you could actually win?!

Since he had already said it, he was not someone who went back on his word. He reached into his clothes, took out four Gold Soul Coins, and tossed them over.

"Very good. That is what a Class Six student should be like. In the first practical combat match, Xu Yuan and Xu Hu are the winners!"

With a grab through the air, the four Gold Soul Coins instantly appeared in Xu Yuan's palm.

He gave two of them to Xu Hu.

Xu Yuan's funds returned to ten Gold Soul Coins.

They stepped down from the platform.

The Class Six students who had been watching immediately crowded around them. They chattered nonstop, their eyes full of enthusiasm as they looked at Xu Yuan.

When a higher-level Soul Master defeated a lower-level Soul Master, it was nothing impressive.

Because anyone could do it.

But when a lower-level Soul Master defeated a higher-level Soul Master, that was truly awesome!

Without question, Xu Yuan had once again become the center of attention.

However, the excitement only lasted a moment before the second sparring Soul Master stepped onto the platform and broke it up.

He was an ordinary-looking young man with an exceptionally muscular build, fiery red long hair, flame patterns all over his body, and even dark red eyes.

He merely stood on the platform, yet a scorching aura already rushed toward them.

The fire-element particles in the area danced violently because of his presence, filled with aggression.

At that sight.

The Class Six students immediately lost their earlier excitement.

They had indeed won the first match, but what about the second?

Five-star critic MacArthur once said, "Anyone who refuses money is an idiot. If God asks me to give up an opportunity to make money, I would rather embrace Satan."

"Do you want to win?"

Xu Yuan smiled as he asked the dejected classmates beside him.

Who would not want to win?

Everyone raised their heads to look at him, unable to understand why he had said that.

"I can make you win."

Xu Yuan's expression remained calm. Before they could ask, he directly stated his conditions.

"After you win, the Gold Soul Coin reward the teacher promised must go to me. At the same time, each of you must pay me one additional Gold Soul Coin.

That means you pay one Gold Soul Coin to win the soul fight and avoid a beating.

So, what do you think? Isn't that a great deal?"

"..."

They looked at one another, all completely dumbfounded.

They understood the logic, but why had Xu Hu not only paid nothing just now, but earned two Gold Soul Coins instead?

"Xu Yuan..."

Xu Hu raised his hand and lightly tugged at him.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Xu Yuan looked at the students before him. "Well? Have you decided? If you lose the soul fight, you still have to pay one Gold Soul Coin and suffer a vicious beating.

Now, for the same one Gold Soul Coin, not only can you avoid physical pain, but you can also earn the honor of victory.

It is only because we're classmates that I want to look after you. This chance comes only once. Once it is gone, it is gone!"

"..."

Everyone fell silent again.

What he said made sense, but why did they feel like something was off?

"Since none of you are willing, then forget it."

Seeing that they still did not speak, Xu Yuan sighed and turned to leave.

"Wait! Wait a moment!"

"We never said we weren't willing. We just wanted to think it over a little more."

"The person on the platform is Yan. He's a third-year student, and his Martial Soul is the Flame Lord. He's very strong..."

"Hey, hey, don't go! Don't go! We agree, all right?"

A pleasant smile immediately appeared on Xu Yuan's face.

"Please come up onto the platform, everyone. Once you're up there, you don't need to do anything. Just release your Martial Souls and Spirit Rings. Leave everything else to me!"

Upon hearing that, everyone indicated that they understood.

The group of five, including Xu Yuan, soon appeared on one side of the Soul Fighting Platform.

Seeing Xu Yuan climb back up there again, Lor Diarra, Yan, and even the upperclassmen watching from afar were all somewhat stunned.

Come on, man. You got lucky once. Did you really think Soul Grandmasters were that easy to beat?

Although Ha'er was a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, the gap between Soul Grandmasters could also be enormous.

It was obvious from the fact that Ha'er's First Spirit Ring was a white Ten-Year Spirit Ring.

But the one standing on the platform now was the famous third-year student Yan, a man of outstanding talent and formidable strength.

Even throughout Spirit Academy, he was among the very best.

Most importantly, Yan had once defeated a Soul Elder in a soul fight while still a Soul Grandmaster.

That was completely different from a Soul Master fighting a Soul Grandmaster.

After reaching the Soul Elder rank, one could absorb a purple Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, and their strength would undergo a qualitative leap.

The value of that achievement was obvious.

"Hahaha, he got lucky once. Does he really think he can take on a Soul Grandmaster?"

"Talent and strength are two different things. Innate Full Soul Power is indeed enviable, but that does not mean you have the right to be arrogant!"

"Tsk, tsk, now this will be entertaining. Yan has never held back."

"By the way, I heard the vice principal arranged for this kid to share a dorm with Nana. Who in our academy doesn't know that Yan likes Nana?"

"Place your bets!