Pain, So Much Pain, My Heart Hurt So Much I Couldn't Breathe

Yan was quickly carried away.

Xu Yuan's gaze fell on Lor Diarra, whose expression was somewhat unsettled. A bright smile hung on his face.

"Teacher, I won again. This time, five people."

"..."

Lor Diarra's lips twitched. He said nothing and raised his hand to lay out ten large coins.

"Thank you, Teacher."

His assets had instantly surged by 1.5 times. Xu Yuan looked toward the audience below. "Next group!"

Eight still-shaken figures passed each other as they went up and down, but Xu Yuan remained on the stage. He had not stepped down yet!

This time, no one from the sparring group dared take the stage for a long while.

Take the stage?

How were they supposed to? Risk their lives?

Even Yan had been one-shot. They were weaker than Yan, so there was no way they could fight!

Seeing this, Xu Yuan immediately became unhappy.

He had only just opened for business, and there were already no opponents. Where was he supposed to make money?

As the saying went, cutting off someone's source of income was like killing their parents.

This was an irreconcilable grudge!

"Hey, hey, we're all ready over here. Where are the sparring partners? Hurry up and get up here!"

"Move it, brothers! Don't you know time is money?"

"I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else. The Soul Power in my body is almost depleted. Touch me and I'll die; bump me and I'll shatter."

"Ah, my internal injuries are acting up. I'm about to collapse. You can knock me down with any random punch if you come up here. Don't you want to become the man above Yan?"

Xu Yuan talked until his mouth was nearly dry, but seeing that they still refused to budge, he could not help flying into a rage.

"I'm so angry I'm shaking! As upperclassmen, don't you have any pride at all?"

Xu Yuan was the first person in all these years to make money through practical combat class.

Yet even after he shouted for so long, the remaining third-year sparring partners did not move an inch. Lor Diarra's lips curved upward slightly as well.

He wanted to laugh a little, but forcibly held it back.

One person challenged the arena, yet in the enormous Soul Fighting Arena, not a single one of the hundreds of upperclassmen dared make a sound.

Even when Xu Yuan agreed to relax the conditions and allow them to send up three-ring Soul Elder-level sparring partners, it was still the same.

They were not idiots.

Lor Diarra could not help sighing at the sight. No one would probably believe it if they heard about such a scene, yet it was truly happening.

The atmosphere throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena became utterly absurd.

As for Xu Yuan, seeing that no one would come up even after he had gone this far, his forehead filled with black lines.

Regret. He really regretted it.

If he had known, he would not have used the Railgun. He should have circled around Yan for a while before defeating him by the narrowest of margins.

That way, this situation where no one dared challenge him would not have happened.

What a miscalculation. What a miscalculation.

Xu Yuan quietly committed it to memory. Next time, he would definitely learn his lesson. It was just that in Spirit City, he probably would not get a next time.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan let out a long sigh and turned to look at the four classmates behind him.

"You saw it too. You can't blame me. I probably won't be able to carry you today."

The others all expressed their understanding.

After all, less than one shichen had passed in an afternoon practical combat class. As the teacher, Lor Diarra clearly would not just watch them waste the time away like this.

Still, as they watched the few people Xu Yuan had carried earlier, they were so jealous their eyes nearly turned purple.

If they had known it would turn out like this, they should have gone up with Xu Hu.

After Xu Yuan stepped down, a female classmate who looked twelve or thirteen quickly took his place.

The moment he returned, Xu Hu rubbed his hands together and hurried over. His large eyes were filled with excitement and admiration.

"Awesome, awesome! You one-shot third-year Yan! How did you do it?"

Xu Yuan smiled and pressed his hand down. "Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

Xu Hu spoke again. "What about Ha'er from before? I still haven't figured out what happened. You have to teach me."

Xu Yuan was still thinking about the Gold Soul Coins he had painfully lost, so he was not very interested. "We'll talk about it later."

There were still over twenty classmates beside them. Dozens of Gold Soul Coins had just slipped away. How was that merely a loss?

His heart hurt so much he could barely breathe!

At that thought, Xu Yuan suddenly remembered Xu Hu's bet and asked casually.

"By the way, how much will they pay if you win that Soul Fighting bet tonight?"

Xu Hu made a V sign.

Xu Yuan looked at him in surprise. "Twenty Gold Soul Coins?"

With Xu Hu's cultivation as a one-ring Soul Master, he would need twenty months of wages to earn that much. To him, it was undoubtedly an enormous sum.

Xu Hu shook his head and chuckled. "Two hundred."

"..."

Good lord, Xu Yuan could only call him good lord.

He had originally thought that his twenty-odd Gold Soul Coins made him at least somewhat well-off. Unexpectedly, he was still dirt poor.

A second-year student barely over level ten could casually bet two hundred Gold Soul Coins.

Sure enough,

What limited his imagination was not knowledge, but poverty!

Two hundred Gold Soul Coins were enough for Holy Soul Village to renovate every villager's house into a grand villa.

"I'll give you half if I win."

Before Xu Yuan could speak, Xu Hu directly threw an arm around his shoulders. "Don't be polite with me. I still need you to fight in tonight's Soul Fighting match.

If it were just me, I'd definitely lose."

A bright smile immediately appeared on Xu Yuan's face. He extended his fist and bumped it against Xu Hu's.

"Good brother!"

The beginning of everything was difficult, and the hardest part was the startup capital.

Fortunately, after tonight, Xu Yuan's initial business funds should be more or less enough.

After Xu Yuan stepped down, the third-year sparring partners, who had remained motionless until then, finally stopped dawdling and leisurely walked onto the stage.

As for the outcome, Class Six suffered a crushing defeat.

Their clumsy coordination made Xu Yuan cover his face with one hand. It was simply too painful to watch.

Forget one plus one equaling two—some of them were even getting in each other's way.

Xu Yuan watched all afternoon.

He discovered that every student in Class Six was quite capable on their own. But once they had to cooperate with teammates, they all became constrained and hesitant, terrified of hurting their own companions.

Xu Yuan guessed that the reason for this was most likely that their teacher had never taught them how to fight together.

Thinking about it, that made sense.

Although many students in their class were not young, there were also younger ones with relatively high Innate Soul Power who had quickly skipped first year and advanced to second year.

For lower-year students like them, academic classes were the main curriculum. They had not yet gotten to learning combat and the like.

Take practical combat class, for example.

According to Xu Hu's explanation, it was about the same as physical education class from Xu Yuan's previous life.

At most, they had two classes a week.

Sometimes, they did not have any at all.

Under such circumstances, it was already quite impressive that they possessed their current level of strength.

And without comparison, there was no harm.

Compared with them, students of Class Two, Xu Yuan, who could even instantly defeat a peak Soul Grandmaster, shone as brilliantly and dazzlingly as the blazing sun in the sky.

As the saying went, the taller the tree, the more wind it caught.

What happened that afternoon soon reached certain people's ears, and their thoughts quickly began to stir.