Class One Is Established; The Contest for Class Monitor

Class One Is Established; The Contest for Class Monitor

"First, let me introduce myself. I'm Wu Zhangkong. My teaching methods may be a little different from other people's."

Standing before the teaching building, Wu Zhangkong wore a cold, indifferent expression. His sharp gaze swept across the crowd as he spoke in an icy voice.

"There's no doubt about it: the school deliberately assigned you to Class One because it recognizes your talent."

"But there's a saying that rings true: talent is never a person's capital. What matters is the heights you can ultimately reach—that's what determines your worth."

Wu Zhangkong spoke indifferently, his forceful tone chilling the atmosphere almost to freezing.

"So before we begin, let me make one thing clear. I don't care where you come from or what your background is. Now that you're my students, put away your former arrogance. If you can't take hardship, then get out!"

By the time he finished, some of the more timid students were already trembling.

Qiangu Wuji wasn't particularly affected, though he did feel a little wistful.

"All right. Before we begin our lessons, let's have you introduce yourselves."

After speaking, Wu Zhangkong's gaze swept across the group before settling on the tall, broad-shouldered Zhou Changxi.

"You first."

"Oh, yes. All right." Zhou Changxi hurried forward and stood up straight. "Reporting to the teacher: my name is Zhou Changxi. My Martial Soul is the Vajra Ape, and my Soul Power is level eleven."

"Mm." Wu Zhangkong nodded. "Next."

This time, Xie Xie stepped forward.

His expression was proud, but he remained composed.

"Xie Xie. My Martial Soul is the Light Dragon Dagger, and my Soul Power is level eighteen."

Level eighteen Soul Power was impressive for someone not yet ten years old. When he finished speaking, the students looked at him in surprise.

Wu Zhangkong showed no particular reaction. He simply nodded, then looked toward Qiangu Wuji's group.

Gu Yue stepped out from behind him.

"Gu Yue. My Martial Soul is the Elemental Master, and my Soul Power is level twenty-one."

That was right. In the years she'd spent with Qiangu Wuji, Gu Yue had made rapid progress. She'd already surpassed her level in the original story and reached level twenty-one.

"Elemental Master?"

Wu Zhangkong seemed more interested in her Martial Soul than in her Soul Power.

Gu Yue didn't explain. She simply turned her hand over, and several elemental forces gathered in her palm.

That small display caused an uproar among the students.

"Wow, so many elements! What kind of Martial Soul is that?"

Wu Zhangkong was also taken aback, clearly surprised by her Martial Soul.

But he quickly composed himself and looked toward Qiangu Wuji.

Qiangu Wuji didn't think much of it and stepped forward. Unlike the others, however, he didn't launch straight into his introduction. He first inclined his head in a polite bow, then said, "Hello, Teacher Wu. My name is Qiangu Wuji. My Martial Soul is..."

He hesitated when he came to his Martial Soul. He had a Three-Life Martial Soul. Which one should he mention?

After thinking it over, he quickly settled on an answer.

"My Martial Soul is the Spirit Eyes, and my Soul Power is currently level twenty-eight."

The moment his words fell, the crowd erupted.

"Level twenty-eight? Are you serious?"

"Level twenty-eight at nine years old? That..."

Zhou Changxi stared at him as if he were a monster. He gaped for a long moment before finally swallowing and saying, "I thought that guy was already amazing, but I didn't expect you to be just as impressive. You're both monsters."

Wu Zhangkong's cold expression shifted slightly when he heard Qiangu Wuji's level.

But the next moment, he furrowed his brows.

"You said your surname is Qiangu?"

Seeing his reaction, Qiangu Wuji knew he couldn't keep his identity a secret.

It made sense. Given Wu Zhangkong's background, there was no way he wouldn't know what the surname Qiangu meant.

So Qiangu Wuji didn't hide it. He admitted it outright.

"Yes, Teacher Wu. I'm the son of the Spirit Pagoda Master. Qiangu Dongfeng is my father."

The crowd erupted again.

They had managed to accept his Soul Power level, more or less. But when they heard who he was, every one of them froze.

Even Xie Xie, who had been acting so aloof, stared at him in shock.

"So it really is true..."

It wasn't just the students. Wu Zhangkong was deeply shocked as well.

He'd wondered why Long Hengxu had insisted on bringing him in to form this Class One. At first, he'd been annoyed, thinking the old man was using him to give someone special treatment.

But as soon as Qiangu Wuji revealed his identity, he understood Long Hengxu's purpose.

The son of the Spirit Pagoda Master, the child of two Limit Douluo, the heir to the Spirit Pagoda—those identities alone were more than enough to make anyone disregard their dignity and curry favor with him.

Even Wu Zhangkong felt unprecedented pressure weighing on him.

But with so many people present, he didn't show it. He merely nodded calmly.

"Mm. Your talent is excellent. If you work hard, your future achievements may well match those of the two esteemed Limit Douluo."

His words plainly meant that Qiangu Wuji could become a Limit Douluo.

The students couldn't help looking at Qiangu Wuji again.

He wasn't particularly tall, and was even a little slender, but he was exceptionally handsome. His long golden hair, fair skin, and delicate features made him more beautiful than some of the girls there.

And yet this seemingly frail boy was stronger than most of them!

Even a place like Shrek couldn't have many talents like him, could it?

Faced with everyone's astonished gazes, Qiangu Wuji remained calm. He nodded to Wu Zhangkong and said, "Thank you for the encouragement, Teacher. I'll work hard."

Wu Zhangkong nodded and didn't pursue the topic.

He looked toward Tang Wulin beside them and frowned.

"You don't need to introduce yourself. Principal Long has already told me about you."

The other students, who didn't know the circumstances, looked confused at Wu Zhangkong's words.

Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi, however, grew serious.

They both knew that the most terrifying person in this class—or even in the entire school—wasn't Qiangu Wuji. It was Tang Wulin.

A ten-year-old Three-Ring Soul Master with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

He was undoubtedly the most talented person in this class.

"Whether I introduce myself or not doesn't matter to me, Teacher Wu. But I'd like to ask you something. Since this is a new class, we'll need a class monitor, right?"

As everyone watched in surprise, Tang Wulin walked forward with a confident smile.

"So, Teacher Wu, who do you think would be the right person for the job?"

Wu Zhangkong furrowed his brows.

"What are you getting at?"

Tang Wulin curled his lips into a smile and walked out of the crowd, then swept his gaze across everyone before settling on Qiangu Wuji.

"Teacher Wu, I believe the class monitor position should go to whoever is most capable. There's no one more suited to it than me."