Tang Wulin Suffers Campus Bullying?

Seeing that Nan Fusheng did not argue with him, Wu Zhangkong raised an eyebrow. Most boys their age were competitive by nature, so a temperament like Nan Fusheng's was rather rare. However, he did not say much more and merely said flatly, "All right, down to business."

Xie Xie perked up. Were they handing out rewards?

"Every new school year, the academy holds a competition. Both the Intermediate Division and Advanced Division take part. Our Intermediate Division has six grades, and all of them will participate. The competition is called the Class Promotion Tournament."

"The Class Promotion Tournament?" Tang Wulin's eyes revealed his confusion.

Wu Zhangkong said, "The Class Promotion Tournament starts with the weakest class, which sends students to challenge another class. Class 5 challenges Class 4, and so on. If the challengers win, the class prefixes are swapped. In other words, if we defeat Class 4, we will no longer be Grade 1 Class 5, the lowest-ranked class, but Grade 1 Class 4. The lower-ranked class determines the number of challengers. After winning, they can continue challenging upward until they lose, starting from Grade 1 and going all the way to Grade 6. At best, they can earn the title of Grade 1 Class 1. If they continue upward and defeat classes from higher grades, they will receive rewards for the first victory in every cross-grade challenge."

Xie Xie said, "So our class is the first to issue a challenge?" There were six grades in total, with five classes in Grade 1. Class 5 ranked last, which meant their class was at the bottom of the entire Intermediate Division.

"That's right!" Wu Zhangkong nodded. "For a class, this is a battle for honor. At the same time, the rewards will be extremely generous if you can challenge above your grade."

Xie Xie said proudly, "No problem, Teacher Wu. Leave it to me. I'll challenge them one by one. Maybe I can go straight up to Grade 6."

Wu Zhangkong snorted disdainfully. "Nan Fusheng just defeated you, yet the moment your wounds have healed, you've forgotten the pain. The minimum number of participants is two.

"And who said that because the minimum is two, only two people can participate? Do you really think Twin Martial Souls make you invincible? Do you know what kind of people get selected for Class 1? This world is never short of geniuses, though many geniuses also fall early. But in the Intermediate Division, your talent can only be considered average."

After being put down by Wu Zhangkong like that, Xie Xie was momentarily speechless. He could not help it—he really had lost.

"And who said that because the minimum is two, only two people can participate?"

Hearing Wu Zhangkong's words, Xie Xie had a bad feeling. He turned to Tang Wulin in shock. "Teacher, you don't mean the two of us have to compete with him, do you?"

Nan Fusheng only wanted to ask, since when had it become the two of us? Were they even that familiar?

Leaning back in his chair, Wu Zhangkong suddenly appeared very generous. "You may choose someone better if you can."

"I..." Xie Xie wanted to say, I'm not competing with him. But after thinking it over, leaving aside Nan Fusheng, who had defeated him, he recalled the classmates whose abilities had been too awful to look at during the class match. He truly could not say it.

No matter what, the guy before him had defeated him twice, and he also possessed that mysterious Golden Scale power.

Wu Zhangkong said, "The competition will take place in one month. Therefore, starting tomorrow, aside from classes, I will personally train the three of you every evening. The task I've set for you is simple: turn our class into Grade 1 Class 1."

Tang Wulin asked instinctively, "What if we can't do it?"

"Heh heh!" Wu Zhangkong smiled. Already exceedingly handsome, that smile made Tang Wulin and Xie Xie stare blankly for a moment. Yet even as they stared, both of them felt a bone-chilling cold rise abruptly from their tailbones.

Walking out of Wu Zhangkong's office, Nan Fusheng remained expressionless, while a trace of a smile appeared on Tang Wulin's face. Though it was because the other students had not been good enough, he had at least been selected to represent the class in the competition. This was the glory of a Soul Master. Had he finally taken a step into the world of Soul Masters? Besides Teacher Mang Tian, Teacher Wu also said that he had potential.

"Hey!" Xie Xie called out to him coldly.

Tang Wulin turned to look at him. "What is it? I'll fight you again. I won't eat your Grade A Meal for nothing."

Xie Xie froze for a moment. Wasn't this guy supposed to love money? Yet he actually...

"I'm not talking about that. I'm telling you not to hold me back in the competition a month from now." Xie Xie said proudly.

Tang Wulin sighed softly. "Does your face still hurt?"

Nan Fusheng sighed along with Tang Wulin. "Does your face still hurt?" Earlier, when Xie Xie had been knocked unconscious after Nan Fusheng used Steal on him, his face had hit the ground first.

The pride on Xie Xie's face instantly stiffened, and his fists clenched tightly.

Tang Wulin patted his shoulder. "I have something to do tonight, so I need to go out. Tomorrow night, then. I'll spar with you."

Hearing Tang Wulin say that, Xie Xie immediately turned his hostility toward Nan Fusheng. "I'm not convinced about today's match. If you've got the guts, don't use that Soul Skill this time. Fight me head-on!"

Nan Fusheng laughed at that. "Sure, I won't use that Soul Skill. But then you can't use Soul Power either. You're an Agility Attack System Soul Master asking someone from the Control System to fight you head-on? Did you forget what Teacher Wu just said?"

Xie Xie did not know how to refute him, because what Nan Fusheng said did make sense.

Nan Fusheng ignored him and headed straight for the cafeteria, while Tang Wulin walked toward the Advanced Division.

After lunch, they continued with their afternoon classes.

The Meditation Technique taught by Wu Zhangkong was indeed far more complicated than the one from Primary Academy, but its effects were clearly much better as well. It was said to be a simplified version of a supreme Meditation Technique derived from Shrek Academy, the continent's legendary academy.

Under the pressure of Wu Zhangkong's cold, stern gaze, the students learned very quickly. By the end of the afternoon, everyone had basically mastered the fundamental circulation method.

The next morning.

Nan Fusheng finished cultivating and headed toward the dormitory building with Wang Ba and the other two. Before he reached the entrance, he saw a group of upperclassmen surrounding someone.

Campus bullying?

Nan Fusheng had no desire to meddle, until he saw a figure burst out from the crowd of upperclassmen. It was Tang Wulin!

Just as Tang Wulin was about to break free of the encirclement, a tall figure suddenly appeared silently in front of him. Then a brilliant flash erupted. Even Nan Fusheng, who was watching from the side, could not help narrowing his eyes, while his skin prickled with pain.

Facing it head-on, Tang Wulin only felt as if his body were about to burst into flames. His charging speed immediately slowed. Then, with a cold snort, pain flared in his chest, and he was kicked back into the encirclement.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng knew it was time for him to act. Whether it was to earn Tang Wulin's favor or because they were classmates from Class 5, he ought to step in. Otherwise, if Wu Zhangkong found out afterward, a scolding would be unavoidable. He might even get written into the little book.