Self-Introductions

The young teacher walked behind the podium. His gaze merely swept over the students, and the room fell silent.

"My name is Wu Zhangkong," the young teacher said flatly. "For the next six years, all of you will be my students."

"The first thing I need to emphasize is that you should pretend you never heard what Director Long Hengxu said just now. Even if you're a bunch of trash, I'll make you the strongest among your peers. Unless you drop out, this will be your goal for the next six years."

He spoke arrogant words in an even tone, instantly drawing the attention of every student in the class.

"Now, introduce yourselves. Your name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and what kind of Soul Master you want to become. Begin!"

Simple and direct, with no unnecessary fanfare.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Yun Xiao. My Martial Soul is the Star Disk, and my Soul Power Level is twelve. My goal is to become an intelligent Support System Battle Soul Master." The student in the first row quickly began his introduction, though his voice trembled slightly.

"Tang Wulin. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level eleven. My goal is..." Tang Wulin paused. "I don't have one yet."

Someone below muttered, "A trash Martial Soul. Of course he doesn't have a goal."

Whoosh! A piece of chalk shot out like a guided missile and accurately flew into that student's mouth.

"Urgh!" The chalk carried a spiraling force and actually drilled straight down his throat, making the student immediately retch.

Wu Zhangkong said coldly, "There are no trash Martial Souls in this world, only trash people. Before calling someone else trash, take a look at what you are. If you weren't trash, would you have been assigned to Class Five?"

Wu Zhangkong's icy dominance instantly left the entire class silent as cicadas in winter.

"Continue."

"Xie Xie. Martial Soul: Light Dragon Dagger. Soul Power Level eighteen. Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

The moment the words "level eighteen" left his mouth, the entire class erupted in shocked cries. Eighteen! Level eighteen at nine years old—he was a true genius! And he was even a Battle Soul Master. With just two more levels, he could enter the Soul Grandmaster rank. Anyone who became a Soul Grandmaster before the age of twelve could be called a genius.

"Nan Fusheng. My Martial Soul is the Worm of Time, Soul Power Level thirteen. My goal is to become a Control System Battle Soul Master."

It was soon Nan Fusheng's turn to introduce himself. However, with Xie Xie's introduction before his, his Soul Power Level did not draw much amazement.

Other than Xie Xie and Nan Fusheng, Yun Xiao's level twelve was already considered high. Most of the other students were only at level eleven, barely meeting the enrollment requirement, and their Martial Souls came in all sorts of strange varieties. There were hardly any powerful Martial Souls among them.

Of course, Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was still the worst. That seemed to have become an ironclad rule.

"Classes officially begin tomorrow. My teaching methods will be somewhat different from those of other teachers. If you're afraid of hardship, exhaustion, or pain, transfer schools or find a way to switch classes as soon as possible. Those who remain should prepare yourselves mentally. Class dismissed."

Wu Zhangkong strode away with long legs and a straight, upright figure. The classroom instantly exploded into chatter, most of it discussing their cold yet handsome teacher.

At the same time, Nan Fusheng noticed Tang Wulin and Xie Xie leaving the classroom one after the other. They were probably heading off for their fight at the little park.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of interfering. He simply left the classroom and prepared to return to the dormitory to cultivate. After all, Wu Zhangkong had said that formal classes would not begin until tomorrow.

The next morning...

"My Soul Power has reached level fourteen. A power bank really does make a difference. Should I find a few more? With my current ability, if it's shallow Parasitism, I can probably only find six more."

Nan Fusheng finished cultivating and marveled at the strength of Parasitism. The only pity was that he could currently maintain a maximum of nine targets at once. If he used Deep Parasitism, then for every target he deeply parasitized, he would have to reduce his shallow Parasitism targets by three. Therefore, he had to carefully consider his targets for Deep Parasitism.

Targets of shallow Parasitism could break free at any time, but Deep Parasitism was not nearly so easy to escape.

After washing up, Nan Fusheng headed straight for the cafeteria with his three roommates. The moment they entered, he heard—

"You've already insulted my body. I absolutely won't let you insult my dignity too. If I said I can do it, then I can!"

Kids these days really played hard. Nan Fusheng turned and glanced over. Oh, it was Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

"Hey, Wulin. Long time no see."

Nan Fusheng took a Grade B Meal and, after paying for it, headed directly to Tang Wulin's table. Good heavens, the plates were already piled this high—there had to be at least fifteen of them.

"Mm, it has been a long time, Fusheng."

When Tang Wulin saw Nan Fusheng approach, he answered immediately. In fact, he had wanted to greet Nan Fusheng yesterday in Class Five. After all, Nan Fusheng was practically the only person he knew in this unfamiliar city.

Unfortunately, as soon as class ended yesterday, Xie Xie had insisted on dragging him into a fight. Afterwards, the two of them had even been unconscious for an entire afternoon. It was nearly evening by the time they returned to the academy.

"Hello, classmate. My name is Nan Fusheng. You could say I'm Wulin's fellow townsman," Nan Fusheng said.

"Xie Xie."

Xie Xie answered coldly, then ignored Nan Fusheng. He was putting on an aloof act, though his expression looked rather ugly. Tang Wulin had already eaten nearly twenty Grade A Meals, and Xie Xie was the one paying.

Nan Fusheng did not mind Xie Xie's attitude. Instead, he chatted with Tang Wulin for a while and asked about how he had been doing. At the mention of that, Tang Wulin began pouring out his grievances. He talked about fighting with his roommate after entering the academy and being fined for it. As they talked, the subject turned to Na'er's departure, making Tang Wulin even sadder. His eating speed then shot up as he turned his grief and anger into food...

Today, Wu Zhangkong wore gray, black, and white plaid trousers along with a white shirt. It was a simple outfit, yet it perfectly accentuated his tall, slender figure.

He merely stood there, but the cold aura he gave off left all the Class Five students silent as cicadas in winter.

"Starting today, classes officially begin. I will personally guide most of your lessons. Everyone, stand." Wu Zhangkong spoke coolly.

All the students quickly rose to their feet.

"Follow me!" Wu Zhangkong walked out with his hands in his pockets. The students followed behind him. They were all new students and had no concept of lining up, so they looked rather disorderly. Still, before the powerful presence of this cold and proud male god, no one dared make a loud noise.

Wu Zhangkong led them to the training field. "Two per row. Stand properly."

Wu Zhangkong said in a deep voice, "Today's first lesson is to display your strength. You will now engage in actual combat, with me as the Referee. Single-elimination. Let me see what you can do."

A female student timidly raised her hand. "Teacher Wu, I'm a Tool Soul Master. Do I have to fight too?"

Wu Zhangkong said coldly, "On the battlefield, if you tell your enemy you're a Tool Soul Master, will he stop trying to kill you? The first group, get ready. We'll start from this side." He casually pointed at Tang Wulin and an unfamiliar student.

"Great! Let's compare strength! I refuse to believe you're stronger than me." This student, named Zhou Changxi, was Tang Wulin's roommate. It seemed the two had some sort of grudge.

Tang Wulin said nothing. Wu Zhangkong directed the students to spread out around them and form a circle.

"Begin. There are no rules. Defeat your opponent by any means necessary," Wu Zhangkong said flatly. His words were clearly directed at the entire class.

The result was obvious. Competing with Tang Wulin in strength, Zhou Changxi was beaten until he began questioning his entire life. Tang Wulin had not even used his Martial Soul.

"Why didn't you use your Martial Soul?" Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin said, "He said he wanted to compete with me in strength."

Wu Zhangkong's gaze turned icy. "If he told you to eat shit, would you? Treat every battle as if you are on the battlefield. Defeating your opponent is your only goal. Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. You cannot give your opponent even the slightest opportunity. You advance. Wait for the next match."

The losers were eliminated, while the winners got scolded. The students immediately felt even greater pressure.

In the matches that followed, aside from Xie Xie, who instantly defeated his opponent, nearly every student was scolded bloody by Wu Zhangkong.

"You, and you. The two of you fight."

At last, Nan Fusheng faced off against his roommate, Zhao Xiao.