An Unexpected Wu Changkong, Yao Chuan's Only Opponent Is Himself

"Level thirty-one?!"

Yao Chuan's voice was not loud.

Yet those few words struck everyone's ears like a thunderclap, and the eerie silence in the classroom lasted for only a fleeting moment.

The next instant, the room erupted into a buzzing frenzy!

"What the hell?!!"

"What level?! Thirty-one???"

"That's fake! It's absolutely fake! How could anyone be level thirty-one at nine years old? Even beasts aren't that exaggerated!"

"Exactly! How could a monster like that be assigned to our Class Five?! He should have been carried off in a sedan chair and worshipped by Class One!"

Wei Xiaofeng was the most bewildered of them all.

He had just been accurately fed a piece of chalk by Wu Changkong, and his throat was still feeling fuzzy.

Hearing Yao Chuan announce the astronomical figure of "level thirty-one,"

he felt as though his intelligence and his worldview were being dragged across the floor and ruthlessly shredded.

"Impossible!"

Wei Xiaofeng's voice cracked.

"Absolutely impossible! Level thirty-one at nine years old? Do you think you're the reincarnation of a God King?! There's a limit to bragging! Who are you trying to fool?"

Before he could finish his roar, an indescribable, terrifying aura, like a tangible tsunami, instantly swept across the entire classroom from the podium!

Cold!

Violent!

Carrying the heavy pressure of an ancient, primordial wilderness!

A sense of suffocation instantly gripped everyone's throat!

"Wuu--ao--!"

A low, majestic dragon roar suddenly resounded!

Although the volume was not high, the sound seemed to echo directly within the depths of everyone's soul!

It carried an absolute suppression, originating from the bloodline, that made their knees go weak!

The crowd looked up in terror.

They saw that behind Yao Chuan, two massive dragon shadows, deep as ink and seemingly capable of devouring all light, were slowly emerging and coiling!

The dragon shadows had not yet fully solidified, but those cold, ruthless vertical pupils had already crossed the distance of space.

Precisely, and firmly, they locked onto the jumping Wei Xiaofeng!

Every hair on Wei Xiaofeng's body stood on end!

A chill shot straight from his tailbone to the top of his skull!

The instinct of fear drove him to subconsciously circulate his soul power!

His Green Shadow Snake martial soul was forced out, almost beyond his control!

The dark green snake shadow coiled around him.

Yet this martial soul, which he had always been so proud of, now, under the gaze of the two black dragon phantoms, was like a creature encountering its natural predator!

It trembled violently!

It frantically transmitted thoughts of fear and submission to Wei Xiaofeng!

Even his own soul power became sluggish!

He stood frozen in place, unable to move!

He even forgot how to breathe!

His mind went completely blank!

Only boundless fear remained!

"Thump!"

Wei Xiaofeng's legs gave way.

It was not because of a shove, but purely because his psychological defenses had been crushed by that invisible pressure and terror.

He collapsed back onto the floor in a pathetic heap.

His body shook like a sieve in the wind!

His face was as pale as if it had been coated in a layer of whitewash!

Yao Chuan swept a glance at him with indifferent eyes.

With a slight shift of his thoughts.

The two phantoms of black dragons behind him, radiating endless majesty.

Vanished into the air without a sound, as if they had never appeared at all.

The terrifying pressure in the classroom receded like a receding tide.

Even that suffocating dragon roar vanished along with it.

It was as if everything that had just happened were merely a hallucination.

Yet the lingering icy chill in the classroom.

And Wei Xiaofeng, who sat paralyzed on the floor, soaked through as if he had just been fished out of water, gasping for air with unfocused eyes.

All served as silent proof of the reality of that horrifying scene!

A deathly silence filled the classroom.

One could hear a pin drop.

Only the sound of Wei Xiaofeng's violent, ragged breathing remained.

All the gazes of doubt, disbelief, and mockery.

Had now transformed into unspeakable shock and deep, profound awe!

Looking at the youth who still stood calmly on the podium.

Their eyes had all changed.

Where was this the genius writer who relied on his looks to get by?

This was clearly a humanoid tyrannosaurus!

A walking monster!

Beside the podium.

In Wu Changkong's ice-blue eyes.

For the first time, a trace of undisguised astonishment flickered clearly.

He looked deeply at Yao Chuan.

On that face, which was like a ten-thousand-year glacier, his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Nine years old...

Black Dragon martial soul...

Level 31 Soul Elder...

This talent, this strength...

Even that group of little monsters at Shrek Academy were far inferior at this age!

How could such an existence... appear at Eastsea Academy? And how could he... be assigned to this so-called "trash class"?

Waves of turmoil rose in Wu Changkong's heart.

But he was, after all, Wu Changkong.

The astonishment lasted only for an instant before he quickly returned to his cold, frost-like demeanor.

He looked at Yao Chuan.

His gaze was no longer that of looking at an ordinary student.

Instead, it carried a sense of scrutiny and a hint of... expectation?

"Very good."

Wu Changkong's voice broke the deathly silence.

It was still the same cold tone.

Yet it carried a trace of imperceptible seriousness.

"Tomorrow morning, first period, combat training grounds."

His gaze swept over Yao Chuan.

Then it swept over the group of shaken students below.

"Yao Chuan, I will be your opponent myself at that time."

As these words fell.

A collective gasp of cold air swept through the audience.

Teacher Wu was taking action personally?! This level of intensity... was that not a bit too high?!

Wu Changkong seemed to perceive everyone's confusion.

He continued, his voice carrying clearly to every student's ears.

"It is not a deliberate targeting, it is simply..."

He paused.

His ice-blue eyes swept across the entire room.

They carried a sense of indifference, as if looking down upon the weak.

"Given his current strength."

"Within Eastsea Academy, among his peers..."

Wu Changkong's gaze passed over the faces of Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Wei Xiaofeng, and the others one by one.

Finally, it landed back on Yao Chuan, his tone flat yet carrying an indisputable assertion.

"There is no longer... an opponent capable of matching him."

"Therefore, I shall step in."

Yao Chuan stood on the podium.

Listening to Wu Changkong's words, which sounded almost like a proclamation.

His face remained largely devoid of emotional fluctuation.

Only deep within those profound black eyes.

Did a trace of imperceptible light seem to flicker.

Like a pebble cast into a calm lake.

Sending out shallow ripples.

He met Wu Changkong's scrutinizing gaze.

The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upward, ever so slightly.

An arc so faint it was nearly invisible.

Carrying a hint of... anticipation?

He did not speak.

He merely nodded almost imperceptibly toward Wu Changkong.

Time slipped by.

It was the next morning.

Eastsea Academy.

On the spacious outdoor combat training field.

All the students of Grade One Class Five.

Under the gaze of Wu Changkong, which was cold enough to freeze a person to death.

Stood perfectly straight, one by one.

Not daring to even breathe loudly.

The morning sun shone down upon them.

Carrying a touch of warmth.

Yet it could not dispel the chill radiating from Teacher Wu.

Everyone had assumed.

That the protagonists of the day would surely be the highly anticipated sparring match between Teacher Wu and Yao Chuan.

They, the rookies, were merely here to serve as background props, the atmosphere squad meant to cheer them on.

And incidentally, to witness the masters clash.

However.

Wu Changkong's next words.

Doused the entire class in a bucket of bone-chilling ice water!

"Everyone."

Wu Changkong's icy voice rang out.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in his tone.

"Pair up, choose your own partners, and prepare for live combat drills."

"Begin now!"

The command was concise.

It brooked no questioning.