A Fight Is What My Itching Hands Need!

No one in the class objected to this outcome.

After all, the strength of the two of them was plain to see. At Shrek Academy, having the bigger fist was also a hard truth.

Early that morning.

Lin Ming finished a night of meditation early and was leisurely wandering around the academy.

He noticed a figure sitting cross-legged beneath the girls' dormitory building.

It was Tang Ya.

When the first pale light of dawn appeared in the east, a streak of purple radiance flowed into Tang Ya's eyes.

Lin Ming saw this scene clearly. He knew she was cultivating the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, the Purple Demon Eye.

Thinking of her current circumstances, an idea naturally arose in his heart.

Today was the true first day of classes, and the morning was devoted to theory.

Lin Ming had learned the knowledge taught in the morning theory classes long ago, though he could no longer remember exactly when.

Thus, the morning lessons were torturous for him. Whenever he got bored, he would look around the classroom and observe his classmates.

As a result, Lin Ming discovered something rather awkward: whenever his gaze swept over the female students, they were looking at him too.

Helplessly, Lin Ming could only withdraw his gaze and begin spacing out.

Being too handsome is a mistake too! he lamented inwardly as he spun a pen between his fingers.

After enduring the entire morning, Lin Ming was finally free.

After a whole morning of classes, even Lin Ming's appetite had improved considerably. At lunch, he ate several extra bowls of rice in the cafeteria.

Li Wei was still teaching the afternoon class, and she led the entire class to a training ground.

"Now that we're here, I'm sure you've all guessed what the afternoon lesson will be about. That's right, actual combat!"

She pointed at Lin Ming and Beibei. "Class monitor and vice class monitor, divide everyone into pairs. Make sure the pairings are reasonable, then assign opponents at random."

Beibei and Lin Ming divided the class into several two-person groups, then collected numbered tags from Li Wei and handed them out.

"Teacher, Teacher, am I paired with Beibei?" Lin Ming asked excitedly after the groups were assigned.

Li Wei rolled her eyes at him. "My dear class monitor, what are you thinking? Beibei is a group by himself. You'll be responsible for watching the matches."

"What? Why, Teacher? I'm a student too, and I need to improve my combat experience!" The moment Lin Ming heard that he would not be fighting, he immediately objected.

"You're asking me why?" Li Wei said, looking at the students. "Look at them. Does any one of them have Soul Power above level thirty? You're a Soul Ancestor, and you want to fight two people who haven't even reached level thirty. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Then Li Wei asked the students, "Does anyone want to exchange a few moves with the class monitor?"

As expected, the students all shook their heads like rattles.

What a joke. Soul Grandmasters fighting a Soul Ancestor—and a freak with two thousand-year Spirit Rings and two ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings at that? Wasn't that just asking for a beating?

Lin Ming smiled sheepishly. "But Teacher, if I don't fight, my hands will itch!"

As he said this, he even put on a slightly aggrieved expression.

"If your hands itch, fight me." Li Wei replied irritably.

"Really? That's great!" Lin Ming had been worrying about how he had not found a suitable opponent since his breakthrough. Now, he finally had one.

He just did not know whether Li Wei was strong enough to let him fight to his heart's content.

Li Wei had not expected Lin Ming to agree so readily, and now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The strength Lin Ming had displayed was simply too terrifying. At any rate, Li Wei had no confidence in defeating him.

But with so many students watching, how could she continue teaching them in the future if she retreated without even fighting?

Helplessly, Li Wei could only force herself to accept.

"Fine, then. Your teacher will exchange a few moves with you!"

Amid the applause of the class, Lin Ming and Li Wei stepped onto the arena.

Li Wei's expression was extremely serious now, completely unlike her usual easygoing demeanor.

Beibei took on the role of referee at the side, while the other students watched from the edge of the arena.

"You have one minute to release your Martial Souls. The spar begins!"

As Beibei shouted, both sides released their Martial Souls at the same time.

The Sky-Propping Spear appeared in Lin Ming's hand. Brilliant white light gleamed from its tip, as though it had long been hungry for battle.

Then came his terrifying Spirit Ring configuration: yellow, purple, purple, black!

Li Wei also released her Martial Soul. A black staff covered in dark crimson dragon patterns appeared in her hand.

As the staff appeared, five Spirit Rings emerged: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

Lin Ming recognized Li Wei's Martial Soul at a glance: the Dragon Pattern Staff.

Ten thousand years ago, Shrek Academy had possessed a teacher whose Martial Soul was the Dragon Pattern Staff. It was recorded in the academy's history.

Li Wei was not yet thirty this year, yet her Soul Power had reached level fifty-five. She could be called exceptionally gifted, but compared to the Lin Ming before her, she was like a firefly before the moon.

The battle was about to begin.

Both the Dragon Pattern Staff and the Sky-Propping Spear were long weapons, so the battle naturally became close combat.

As spear and staff collided, they rang with the sound of metal striking metal.

Though Li Wei was a Soul King, she gained no advantage at all after their first exchange.

Lin Ming's physical constitution was simply too terrifying. In terms of raw physical strength alone, he was already comparable to a high-level Soul Emperor. How could Li Wei, a mere Soul King, possibly measure up to him?

Li Wei had become a teacher at Shrek, so she was no paper tiger.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Li Wei decisively lit up her third Spirit Ring.

A layer of blood-red radiance spread across the surface of the Dragon Pattern Staff.

When the two clashed again, Lin Ming could clearly feel that Li Wei's abilities had improved significantly. Clearly, her third soul skill was a boosting-type soul skill, perhaps even one that enhanced all attributes.

Lin Ming did not hesitate to light up his first Spirit Ring as well.

"First Soul Skill, Sky-Propping Battle Intent!"

A fifty-percent boost to all attributes and a one-hundred-percent increase in attack power instantly canceled out the enhancement from Li Wei's third soul skill, with power to spare.

"Second Soul Skill!" The second purple Spirit Ring beneath Lin Ming's feet suddenly lit up. Brilliant white light blossomed from the spearhead, and a white domain spread outward from the tip of the Sky-Propping Spear.

"Sky-Propping Prohibition!"

As Li Wei was enveloped by the domain, she instantly felt her speed drop considerably.

The effect of Lin Ming's second soul skill was to reduce the enemy's speed by fifty percent. No matter how great the gap in cultivation between the two sides, that proportion would not change.

Then, without hesitation, Lin Ming lit up the third deep-purple Spirit Ring beneath his feet.

"Third Soul Skill!"

Both hands gripped the shaft of the Sky-Propping Spear as dazzling radiance burst from its tip. He thrust it fiercely forward.

"Sky-Propping Break!"

Sensing the terrifying power behind this strike, Li Wei realized that she had no choice but to use her fifth soul skill.

But if a spar with a student required her to use her fifth soul skill, where would that leave her dignity as a teacher?

Yet if she lost to a first-year student, it would only be even more humiliating. She might even become a laughingstock.

Caught in a dilemma, Li Wei finally made her decision.