"New student, stand up and introduce yourself. Let everyone get to know you."
Zhuo Shi nodded, though his expression was somewhat strange. Clearly, even he found it hard to keep a straight face at A Ruheng's situation.
"Yes!"
"Hello, everyone. My name is A Ruheng. I'm a work-study student. My Martial Soul is my Body Martial Soul, and I'm a level 42 assault-type battle Soul Ancestor!"
A Ruheng immediately stood up and introduced himself in a booming voice.
Ji Fengyu had told him to suppress his cultivation and report a lower rank so he would not frighten his classmates. He had listened.
No one reacted too strongly to A Ruheng. Because of Martial Souls, there were plenty of people who were unusually tall and sturdy.
Yang Nianxia was only thirteen, yet he was already over 1.9 meters tall, built like a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear cub.
A Ruheng's notable traits were his Body Martial Soul and his anxious face that made him look seventy or eighty.
It really made one sigh—work-study students all looked so old.
"Alright. Today's lesson will be a practical combat class. You'll form groups of four and choose Teacher Wu and Teacher Lan as your opponents."
"You'll be facing two teachers who will be going all out."
The entire class erupted into an uproar at Zhuo Shi's words.
Two teachers going all out?
They were supposed to fight a Soul Saint and a Soul Douluo? Was that for real?
"Your performance will be recorded in your files."
There was a hint of "good luck surviving" in Zhuo Shi's tone.
Wu Zhangkong and Lan Muzi stood behind Zhuo Shi, already looking eager to give it a try.
A wave of miserable groans immediately rang out through the classroom.
"Junior Brother, are Teacher Wu and Teacher Lan really