Everyone's Showing Off, Only Huo Yuhao is Getting Beaten

As thoughts raced through her mind, Mu Jin on the podium had already begun to speak. Her gaze swept across the students below, and when it landed on Feng Piaoling, a faint smile appeared on her face.

"My name is Mu Jin, and I am your homeroom teacher. I presume some of you have already met me, so I shall spare you the redundant pleasantries."

"To ensure that all of you pass the Freshman Assessment in three months' time, I will be focusing on improving your practical combat abilities."

"Feng Piaoling, Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Nanmen Yun'er, and Zhu Lu, stay behind. Everyone else, head to the playground and wait for me."

Upon hearing her instructions, the students scrambled out of the classroom one by one.

Before long, only the five of them remained in the room.

Mu Jin beckoned them over with a gentle expression, and the five walked forward together.

Looking at the four of them, Mu Jin nodded with satisfaction. "Excellent. This year, Class Nine has five students with soul power exceeding level 20, and Feng Piaoling and Ning Tian have even advanced to become Soul Elders. With the five of you, it is practically a certainty that Class Nine will take first place in the Freshman Assessment."

Hearing this, Feng Piaoling's expression remained unchanged, while the other four couldn't help but look relieved.

"Outstanding students are always entitled to special treatment." Mu Jin looked at Feng Piaoling and asked, "What about you, Piaoling? Do you have any requests? Feel free to speak up, and I will do my best to accommodate you."

"I wish to go to the Mimicry Training Ground alone to complete the training I have yet to finish," Feng Piaoling said calmly.

"Go to the Mimicry Training Ground?" Mu Jin raised an eyebrow, and the other four also looked surprised.

They had all come to Shrek Academy hoping for professional guidance from the instructors, yet Feng Piaoling was doing the exact opposite.

Requesting to train alone was truly baffling.

"Very well, I agree. However, there is one condition: if you can defeat Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, and Nanmen Yun'er while they work together—without causing them any harm—I will allow you to train alone. Otherwise, you must obediently follow my arrangements."

With Ning Tian's support, Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, and Nanmen Yun'er could exert strength no less than that of a Soul Elder.

Facing three Soul Elders, two of whom were agility-type soul masters, Feng Piaoling's situation was far from optimistic.

Based on his previous duels against Dai Huabin and Xu Sanshi, it seemed the opponent was wary of close-quarters combat.

Once Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er closed the distance, it would be easy for him to fall into a disadvantageous position.

In Mu Jin's view, winning without harming them would be far more difficult than defeating Dai Huabin and Xu Sanshi.

"Agreed," Feng Piaoling replied without a second thought.

This left the others completely shocked.

"Hey, Feng Piaoling, I admit you're strong, but to think you can defeat the four of us without harming us? Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

Wu Feng retorted, unconvinced.

Arguing with a madman makes one a fool, arguing with a fool makes one a madman, and arguing with a woman makes one both mad and foolish.

Feng Piaoling had no intention of debating with Wu Feng; she was a lesbian.

Arguing with her would only make him look foolish.

"Let's go to the Soul Fighting Arena." As he spoke, he headed toward the arena.

"Let's go. Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll know once we take it out for a walk. Strength isn't proven by words, but by fighting."

Mu Jin suddenly felt as if she had struck gold. If Feng Piaoling could truly pull this off, then what harm was there in letting him train alone?

Regardless, if he achieved results, it would be credited to her teaching.

Wu Feng, Ning Tian, Nanmen Yun'er, and Zhu Lu were instantly fired up with fighting spirit.

The group walked out of the classroom and headed toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

As they passed the playground, Mu Jin gathered the students of Class Nine.

She intended to have them watch the match to motivate their own training.

Just then, a large crowd poured out of the Class One classroom and began running laps around the playground like madmen.

"What are they doing?" Nanmen Yun'er asked in surprise.

It was Ning Tian, who had already assembled her students, who answered her. "It looks like they're running laps. I heard that Old Lady Zhou of Class One is fond of making students run with weights. Anyone who fails to finish within the allotted time is expelled. For them, this is only the beginning of their suffering."

Hearing this, Feng Piaoling finally spoke. "Using weighted running to weed out students with poor physique and those who don't obey, all to cultivate the 'monsters' who can complete the tasks she assigns. What a truly stupid and irresponsible teaching method."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lu nodded silently, her heart aching for her two new friends, Wang Dong'er and Xiao Xiao.

Even Wu Feng did not refute him. "That is indeed disgusting."

In her view, while cultivating soul masters and improving physique was important, it was far more vital to teach combat methods and the mastery of one's own soul skills.

This old woman did nothing but make people run and then expel those who couldn't keep up.

This wasn't cultivating soul masters; it was clearly cultivating obedient slaves.

A moment later, the students were assembled, and Mu Jin led Class Nine toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

Seeing that they didn't have to run laps, the students of Class One couldn't help but feel envious.

Not long after Class Nine had left, Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin, who had been kept behind by Zhou Yi for fighting, walked out of the Class One classroom.

Huo Yuhao's expression was ugly—extremely, terribly ugly.

Two days ago, he had risked mental backlash to ambush Feng Piaoling, but not only did he fail to obtain that Mysterious Water Pill, he was given a major demerit by the school and nearly expelled, becoming an object of scorn throughout the Outer Courtyard.

And that was just the beginning.

At the very least, his Spirit Detection Sharing ability had gained Zhou Yi's approval.

Yet he hadn't expected that on the very first day of class, Zhou Yi would make those who had fought stay behind.

The result, naturally, was that only he and Dai Huabin had engaged in a fight.

He had originally thought that after explaining the reasons, Zhou Yi, as the homeroom teacher, would stand up for him, or at the very least, move him and Dai Huabin into different dormitories.

He hadn't expected that not only would Zhou Yi take no action, but she would actually praise their fighting behavior.

She even complimented them for having spirit.

And this would inevitably make Dai Huabin even more lawless in the future.

Dai Huabin said with a smile, "Huo Yuhao, rest assured, this young master will certainly 'cherish' you well in the future."

"You..." Huo Yuhao was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.

But he dared not retort, because he still couldn't beat Dai Huabin; if he dared to talk back, he would inevitably receive another sound beating once they returned to the dormitory.

All the students of Class Nine arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena. Perhaps because she had just won a spirit bone, Mu Jin was very generous in paying the fees required for the soul fight.

This would be a soul fight exclusive to the students of Class Nine.

Apart from the students of Class Nine, there were no other spectators.

Everyone's gaze remained fixed on Feng Piaoling, and many even started private bets, as a one-versus-four soul fight was truly unprecedented.

Soon, the distance between the two sides of the soul fight stretched to one hundred meters.

Mu Jin stood in the center of the arena, looking at Feng Piaoling, and then at the four of them: Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, Nanmen Yun'er, and Ning Tian.

Seeing that both sides were ready, she shouted, "Begin."

Feng Piaoling was truly too lazy to play house with these four. Amidst the astonished gazes of the Class Nine students, three spirit rings—yellow, purple, and purple—rose from beneath his feet, and his second spirit ring glowed continuously.

Just as Wu Feng and the others released their martial souls and before they could even make a move, four earth-yellow Talismans were slapped onto their foreheads.

Immediately after, the surface of the earth-yellow Talismans shone brilliantly, and the bodies of Wu Feng and the others uncontrollably sank into the arena floor, leaving only their heads exposed.