Victor: Song Mu

Wu Feng's combat performance had indeed exceeded Song Mu's expectations; at the same level, soul beasts are generally stronger than soul masters due to their physical constitution and soul power reserves.

The fact that Wu Feng was able to defeat the Blazing Swift Wolf also indicated that her combat prowess surpassed other soul masters of her same rank.

Opposite her, Wu Feng stood straight and adjusted her breathing. Her soul power was mostly depleted, but it was still enough to deal with Song Mu.

She spoke up, "Admit defeat. Although I don't have much soul power left, taking you down is still no problem. Since you lost to me, I should be the vice monitor, and Ning Tian will be the monitor."

Song Mu said calmly, "What makes you think I only have one soul beast?"

"What?!"

Under Wu Feng's shocked gaze, Song Mu took out another sphere.

This sphere was different from the one he had brought out before; it was half yellow and half white.

Wu Feng's pupils constricted sharply. Being able to summon a seven-hundred-year soul beast was already powerful enough, but he could actually summon another one.

She then reasoned that the level of this soul beast couldn't be very high.

The Blazing Swift Wolf was a seven-hundred-year soul beast, equivalent to the second soul ring limit of a soul master, so the one in Song Mu's hand should be a four-hundred-year soul beast.

She still had some soul power left, and the amplification effect of her soul skill was still active—she could fight!

Seeing that Wu Feng still had fighting spirit, Song Mu decided to throw the intermediate Gulu Ball.

As the sphere hit the ground, a tiger-type soul beast appeared.

The tiger's soul power instantly swept across the surroundings, forcing Wu Feng to take a step back.

Wu Feng couldn't believe it; this soul beast was even stronger than the last one!

Song Mu said calmly, "Wind Tiger, a thousand-year soul beast. Classmate Wu Feng, are you still going to fight?"

Only then did Wu Feng finally understand that what Teacher Mu Jin said about Song Mu having the combat power of a Soul Elder was not an exaggeration, but a solid fact.

Even if Wu Feng were at her peak, she could not possibly defeat this Wind Tiger.

She deflated and said, "I admit defeat. You truly have the strength to be the monitor."

Song Mu smiled, "You were quite good too."

At the edge of the arena, seeing that Wu Feng had conceded, Mu Jin announced:

"Song Mu wins."

Mu Jin looked toward the spectator stands again and said, "Are there any others who wish to challenge classmate Song Mu?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Mu Jin announced:

"Very well, from now on, the monitor of Freshman Class Nine is Song Mu. Alright, classmate Song Mu, you may return to the stands."

Song Mu acknowledged the order and walked toward the spectator stands.

Song Mu asked Wang Dong'er, "How was that?"

Wang Dong'er replied, "Tch, you didn't let Ning Tian step onto the field, so I don't really approve."

On the soul fighting platform, Mu Jin beckoned Wu Feng over and said:

"Classmate Wu Feng, you need to go to the infirmary to treat your wounds."

She looked at the spectator seats and asked, "Is there anyone willing to take classmate Wu Feng to the infirmary?"

In the stands, Ning Tian rose from her seat, hurried down, and arrived at Mu Jin's side, saying, "Teacher, let me take Wu Feng."

Mu Jin nodded, "Good, thank you, classmate Ning Tian."

Ning Tian supported Wu Feng while replying, "It's no trouble at all."

With that, Ning Tian took Wu Feng toward the infirmary equipped in the soul fighting zone.

The battle for the monitor position had ended, but Mu Jin did not let the students of Class Nine return.

She took out the student information sheet, scanned everyone in the class, and said:

"I brought you all to the soul fighting arena this morning not just to select a monitor, but for another purpose: to let you engage in soul fighting. You don't get to know each other without fighting; I hope this soul fight will enhance your understanding of one another. I will find an opponent of the same level for every student."

Clearly, this was something the freshmen had not expected, but how could soul masters be afraid of battle?

This sudden soul fight did not make the students retreat; instead, they were all exceptionally excited.

Mu Jin looked at the student roster and said, "Alright, next, those whose names I call, come down to the soul fighting arena."

On the way to the infirmary.

Ning Tian supported Wu Feng, walking slowly.

Ning Tian wanted to get Wu Feng to the infirmary as quickly as possible to treat her wounds, but Wu Feng insisted on slowing down, claiming that her soul power was exhausted and she had no strength in her body. She even leaned almost her entire weight against Ning Tian, making it look as if Ning Tian was carrying her forward.

Wu Feng tilted her head slightly, and from an angle where Ning Tian couldn't see, the corners of her mouth curled up as she thought secretly: The Young Mistress is holding me, hehe, the Young Mistress smells so good.

Suddenly, Ning Tian spoke, "Sister Feng, is the soul beast Song Mu summoned a real soul beast?"

Lost in her fantasies, Wu Feng was caught off guard by Ning Tian's question. She let out an "Ah?" before coming back to her senses and saying earnestly, "It is a real soul beast; he is indeed very strong!"

Ning Tian asked, "Do you think he would be willing to join our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?"

Hearing this, Wu Feng straightened up instantly, stared at Ning Tian, and asked nervously, "Young Master, you aren't interested in that Song Mu, are you?"

Ning Tian reached out to ruffle Wu Feng's fiery red hair and said with a smile, "What kind of person do you take me for? It was just our first meeting; we haven't even exchanged a single word, so how could I possibly like him?"

Wu Feng muttered, "Then why did you suddenly want to invite Song Mu to join our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?"

"Ouch!" Wu Feng clutched her head and looked at Ning Tian aggrievedly, "Young Master, why did you flick my head?"

Withdrawing her finger, Ning Tian stared at Wu Feng as if looking at a fool and said, "I am the Young Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect; isn't recruiting geniuses into the sect my duty?"

"Hehe, that's true." Immediately, Wu Feng slumped back against Ning Tian and said, "Ouch! I'm in so much pain, I don't have any strength left in my whole body."

Ning Tian half-embraced Wu Feng without saying anything more, and the two of them slowly shuffled toward the infirmary.

Shifting her gaze to the right, Ning Tian seemed to see the upturned corners of Wu Feng's mouth through her hair.

There is another reason why I won't like classmate Song Mu, and that is because I already have someone I like.

On Shrek Square, one hundred Shrek freshmen were running laps around the square in a massive, sweeping formation.

Zhou Yi stood under a large tree on the north side of the square, watching quietly as the group of students continuously swept past her.

In the running line, Wang Dong was at the very front, having already lapped the student behind him several times.

"Use me as the finish line, sprint!" Zhou Yi said, seeing that Wang Dong was only one lap away from completion.

Wang Dong accelerated as he passed Zhou Yi, finishing the task first, but he did not stop immediately, continuing to walk around the square for a few more laps before coming to a halt.

Behind Wang Dong, other students also continuously reached the goal of one hundred laps, but there were still quite a few students in the running line who were still a long way from finishing.

Trailing at the very back of the pack was Huo Yuhao, who had the lowest soul power level. He had started late, and coupled with malnutrition during his childhood, his physical constitution was poor; he was still a full dozen laps away from completing his one hundred laps.

Huo Yuhao's footsteps grew heavier and heavier; it was clear he would not be able to finish within the allotted time.