Wu Feng's performance in battle had indeed exceeded Song Mu's expectations. At the same level, Soul Beasts were stronger than Soul Masters because of their physical constitution and greater reserves of Soul Power.
Wu Feng's defeat of the Blazing Swift Wolf also showed that her combat strength surpassed that of other Soul Masters at her level.
Across from her, Wu Feng stood straight and adjusted her breathing. She had used up most of her Soul Power, but it was still enough to deal with Song Mu.
She said, "Admit defeat. I may not have much Soul Power left, but I can still handle you. Since you lost to me, I should be vice class monitor, and Ning Tian should be class monitor."
Song Mu replied calmly, "Why do you think I only have one Soul Beast?"
"What?!"
Under Wu Feng's shocked gaze, Song Mu took out another sphere.
Unlike the one he had brought out before, this one was half yellow and half white.
Wu Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Summoning a seven-hundred-year-old Soul Beast was already impressive enough. He could even summon another one?
Then she figured this Soul Beast probably wasn't very powerful.
The Blazing Swift Wolf was a seven-hundred-year-old Soul Beast, equivalent to the age limit of a Soul Master's Second Soul Ring. So the one in Song Mu's hand should be a Soul Beast that was a little over four hundred years old.
She still had some Soul Power left, and the boost from her Soul Skill was still active. She could fight!
Seeing that Wu Feng was still eager to fight, Song Mu decided to throw out the Intermediate Gulu Ball.
The sphere hit the ground, and a tiger-like Soul Beast appeared.
The tiger's Soul Power swept across the area, forcing Wu Feng to take a step back.
Wu Feng stared in disbelief. This Soul Beast was even stronger than the last one!
Song Mu said calmly, "Wind Tiger, a thousand-year-old Soul Beast. Student Wu Feng, do you still want to fight?"
Only then did Wu Feng finally understand that Teacher Mu Jin hadn't exaggerated when she said Song Mu had the combat strength of a Soul Elder. It was the absolute truth.
Even at the peak of her strength, Wu Feng wouldn't have stood a chance against this Wind Tiger.
She lost heart and said, "I admit defeat. You really do have what it takes to be class monitor."
Song Mu smiled. "You did well too."
At the edge of the arena, after Wu Feng conceded, Mu Jin announced:
"Song Mu wins."
Mu Jin looked toward the audience stands again and asked, "Does anyone else want to challenge Student Song Mu?"
When no one spoke up, Mu Jin announced:
"Very well. From now on, Song Mu will be the class monitor of Freshman Class Nine. All right, Student Song Mu, you may return to the stands."
Song Mu answered and walked toward the audience stands.
Song Mu asked Wang Dong'er, "What do you think?"
Wang Dong'er replied, "Hmph. You didn't let Ning Tian take the field too, so I'm not convinced."
On the Soul Fighting Arena, Mu Jin beckoned Wu Feng over and said:
"Student Wu Feng, you need to go to the infirmary and have your wounds treated."
She looked toward the audience seats and asked, "Would anyone like to take Student Wu Feng to the infirmary?"
Up in the stands, Ning Tian rose from her seat and hurried down. She came to Mu Jin and said, "Teacher, I'll take Wu Feng."
Mu Jin nodded. "All right. Sorry for the trouble, Student Ning Tian."
Supporting Wu Feng, Ning Tian replied, "It's no trouble."
With that, Ning Tian took Wu Feng to the infirmary in the Soul Fighting Zone.
The class monitor contest was over, but Mu Jin didn't let the students of Class Nine leave.
She took out the student information sheet, swept her gaze across everyone in the class, and said:
"This morning, I brought you to the Soul Fighting Arena not only to select a class monitor, but for another reason as well. I want you to fight in Soul Fighting matches. You get to know each other through battle. I hope these matches will help you become better acquainted, and I'll find an opponent of the same level for each of you."
Clearly, this was something the freshmen hadn't expected. But how could Soul Masters be afraid of a fight?
This sudden round of Soul Fighting didn't make the students shrink back. On the contrary, they were all exceptionally excited.
Looking at the student roster, Mu Jin said, "All right. The students whose names I call next should come down to the Soul Fighting Arena."
On the way to the infirmary.
Ning Tian supported Wu Feng as they walked at a leisurely pace.
Ning Tian wanted to get Wu Feng to the infirmary as soon as possible to treat her wounds. But Wu Feng insisted on slowing down, claiming that her Soul Power was depleted and she couldn't muster any strength. She even leaned almost entirely against Ning Tian, making it look as though Ning Tian were carrying her.
Wu Feng tilted her head slightly. From an angle Ning Tian couldn't see, the corners of Wu Feng's mouth curled up as she secretly thought, The young mistress is holding me. Hehe, the young mistress smells so nice.
Suddenly, Ning Tian said, "Feng, was the Soul Beast Song Mu summoned real?"
Wu Feng had been lost in her fantasies. Caught off guard by Ning Tian speaking, she let out an "Huh?" Then she came back to her senses and answered earnestly, "It was a real Soul Beast. He really is strong!"
Ning Tian asked, "Do you think he'd be willing to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
At those words, Wu Feng immediately straightened up and stared at Ning Tian. She asked nervously, "Young mistress, you haven't taken a liking to that Song Mu, have you?"
Ning Tian reached out and ruffled Wu Feng's fiery red hair, smiling as she said, "What kind of person do you take me for? We've only just met, and I haven't even said a word to him. How could I possibly like him?"
Wu Feng murmured, "Then why did you suddenly think of inviting Song Mu to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, young mistress?"
"Ow!" Wu Feng clutched her head and looked at Ning Tian aggrievedly. "Young mistress, why did you tap me on the head?"
Retracting her finger, Ning Tian fixed Wu Feng with a look that said she was an idiot and replied, "I'm the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Recruiting talented people into the sect is part of my duty, isn't it?"
"Hehe, that's true." Then Wu Feng slumped against Ning Tian again and said, "Ow! I'm in so much pain. I don't have any strength left in me."
Ning Tian half-carried Wu Feng and said no more. The two of them slowly made their way toward the infirmary.
Glancing to the right, Ning Tian seemed to see the corners of Wu Feng's mouth curling upward through her hair.
There's another reason I won't fall for Student Song Mu: I already like someone.
On Shrek Plaza, a hundred Shrek freshmen ran lap after lap around the square in a mighty procession.
Zhou Yi stood beneath a large tree on the north side of the plaza, quietly watching the students race past her.
In the running group, Wang Dong was at the very front. By now, she had run several more laps than the student behind her.
"Make me your finish line and sprint!" Zhou Yi called when she saw that Wang Dong had only one lap left.
Wang Dong accelerated past Zhou Yi and finished first. She didn't stop right away, but continued walking around the plaza for several laps before finally stopping.
Behind Wang Dong, more and more students completed their goal of a hundred laps. But many in the running group were still far from finishing.
At the very back of the group was Huo Yuhao, whose Soul Power Level was the lowest. He had started late, and on top of that, malnutrition in his childhood had left him with a very weak constitution. He still had more than ten laps to go before completing his hundred.
Huo Yuhao's steps grew heavier and heavier. It looked as though he wouldn't finish within the allotted time.
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