"Learn to walk before you learn to crawl? When you can compete with the students of Advanced Division, I will naturally teach you."
Xie Xie was stunned for a moment, then shrank his neck and stopped talking.
Wu Zhangkong's eyes swept across the six people again.
Scan the two distinct small groups.
He was silent for two seconds.
Then he spoke.
"One more thing."
His voice was still cold.
"Since you are now students in the same class, you should act like a class."
He paused.
"Sitting like this, what does it look like?"
All six people were stunned for a moment.
Wang Jinxi's face changed slightly.
Zhang Yangzi frowned.
Zhong Shenxiu was still looking out the window, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Gu Yue glanced at him and then looked away.
Tang Wulin pursed her lips.
Xie Xie scratched his head.
Wu Zhangkong looked at them, looking at the five to six meter gap.
He knew that force was useless.
The command is of no use either.
What these children need is--
An opportunity.
He was silent for a moment.
Then he spoke.
"Move the desks around."
His voice was calm.
"The middle position is vacant."
Xie Xie's eyes lit up and he raised his hand again.
"Teacher Wu, are you going to conduct actual combat training?"
There was a hint of excitement in his voice.
"If so, wouldn't it be better for us to go outside? Although this classroom is big, we still can't use it during a fight, right?"
Wu Zhangkong looked at him.
Those cold eyes glanced at him coldly.
Just a glance.
There are no words.
No expression.
But Xie Xie froze instantly.
He felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his backbone, and a chill shot straight from his tailbone to his Tianling head.
He instinctively shrank his neck.
Then--
"Okay Teacher Wu!"
He stood up suddenly, ran to his desk in three steps, picked up the desk with both hands, and moved it to the wall with a squeak.
Tang Wulin looked at Xie Xie's appearance, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
But he still stood up and started to move his table.
Gu Yue glanced at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu was still looking out the window, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Gu Yue pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, and patted his arm gently.
Zhong Shenxiu turned his head and looked at her.
There was still no emotion in those light golden vertical pupils.
Gu Yue pursed his lips in the direction of Wu Zhangkong.
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Wu Zhangkong.
Wu Zhangkong is looking at him.
There was still no expression in those cold eyes.
But Zhong Shenxiu knows that he is waiting.
Zhong Shenxiu was silent for two seconds.
Then he stood up.
Start moving the table.
On the other side of the classroom, Wang Jinxi watched this scene and frowned even deeper.
He glanced at Zhang Yangzi.
Zhang Yangzi also looked at him.
The two exchanged a look.
Then Wang Jinxi stood up.
"Move." He said.
The voice was calm, but with a hint of helplessness.
Zhang Yangzi nodded.
The two began to move their desks.
Suddenly, the sound of desks moving was heard in the classroom.
The creaking sound of the table rubbing against the floor, the sound of footsteps, and the occasional collision--
Various sounds intertwined together, breaking the original silence.
Xie Xie finished moving his desk and ran over to help Tang Wulin.
The two of them worked together to push Tang Wulin's table to the wall. Xie Xie clapped his hands and looked around.
"Teacher Wu, the move is finished!"
There was a hint of asking for credit in his voice.
Wu Zhangkong ignored him.
He just looked at the center of the classroom.
There, where six desks were originally placed, are now vacant.
An empty space.
It's about the size of a normal classroom.
There are stacked tables and chairs all around.
Wu Zhangkong nodded.
Then he walked off the podium and walked to the center of the open space.
He stood there, dressed in white as snow, with his back straight.
The eyes of all six people fell on him.
Wu Zhangkong looked at them.
Those cold eyes swept across everyone's face.
Zhong Shenxiu.
Gu Yue.
Tang Wulin.
Xie Xie.
Wang Jinxi.
Zhang Yangzi.
Wu Zhangkong's eyes stayed on the two of them for a moment, and then he looked away.
He stood in the middle of the open space, his clothes whiter than snow, his back straight.
All six people's eyes fell on him, waiting for him to speak.
Wu Zhangkong was silent for two seconds.
Then he spoke, his voice cold.
"Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi."
He read out five names.
The five people whose names were called had different expressions.
Gu Yue raised his head and looked at Wu Zhangkong with his black eyes calmly.
Tang Wulin straightened his back, and a trace of seriousness flashed in his big eyes.
Xie Xie blinked, with a hint of curiosity in his dark green eyes.
Wang Jinxi's face was stern, but his brows were slightly wrinkled.
Zhang Yangzi was leaning against the wall, with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes lowered, but his ears were obviously perked up.
Wu Zhangkong looked at them.
"The five of you all have a common problem."
His voice was calm, but there was an unquestionable certainty in that calmness.
"This problem will also be solved in the next practical class."
He paused.
"That is - your own practical experience and practical skills are seriously lacking."
The five people heard this and had different expressions.
Wu Zhangkong continued.
"What I'm talking about is not your combat experience using Martial Soul and Soul Skill."
"You are also lacking in that aspect, but it's not too great."
His eyes swept across the faces of the five people.
"What you lack even more is basic combat ability when you are not using Martial Soul."
After the words fell, the classroom was quiet for a moment.
There was no emotion in Wu Zhangkong's cold eyes, and he snorted coldly.
"Do you think that the basic combat abilities I mentioned have no meaning?"
His voice remained calm.
"Soul Master doesn't just need to release Soul Skill to achieve the combat goal?"
None of the five people spoke.
But their silence is an answer in itself.
Wu Zhangkong looked at them.
There was finally a trace of fluctuation in those cold eyes.
That's a kind of thing - hating iron but not making it into steel.
"I'm telling you."
His voice deepened slightly.
"Big mistake."
Four words dropped into a quiet classroom, like four stones thrown into a calm lake.
"It is precisely because you have such an idea that you should have more powerful power, but you are unable to truly exert it."
Wu Zhangkong's eyes swept across the five people.
"You think Soul Skill is everything?"
"Do you think that as long as Soul Power is strong enough and Soul Skill is fierce enough, you can defeat your opponent?"
"Do you think that those strong men at the top only rely on Martial Soul and Soul Skill?"
He shook his head.
"Childish."
There was silence in the classroom.
Five people stood there with different expressions on their faces.
Gu Yue's black eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Tang Wulin clenched his fists, and a ray of light flashed in his big eyes.
Xie Xie put away his carefree look and became serious.
Wang Jinxi's brows were furrowed and his eyes were deep.
Zhang Yangzi finally raised his head, a hint of complexity flashed in his cold eyes.