What Did You Just Say?

Chen Hao spotted Jiang Yuan as well and immediately ran over.

"Yuanzi, how are you?"

Jiang Yuan had just been about to speak.

Suddenly, chaos erupted at the edge of the formation. Among the teachers guarding it, three abruptly launched an attack. One drove his hand, shaped like a blade, through the chest of the female teacher beside him from behind. Another raised his hand toward Liu He and the others, trapping them within a barrier.

The remaining one stomped off the ground and leaped high into the air toward Xia Qinghou and the other prodigies, raising his hand to summon several bolts of lightning that came crashing down with howling force.

It was too sudden!

Before the students could react, the devastating attacks were already upon them. Even the teachers had no time to rescue them.

"How dare you!!"

Liu He let out a furious roar, his voice like thunder as he instantly shattered the barrier.

He flashed before the barrier caster and slammed a palm down, driving the man's head into his chest cavity.

The white-haired vice principal raised his cane, and a shield instantly appeared, blocking the lightning strikes.

The dean of students swelled in size, bursting through his shirt. He charged at extreme speed toward the killer who had attacked the female teacher and sent him flying hundreds of meters with a punch.

Seeing that the situation had turned against him, the lightning-wreathed killer advanced instead of retreating and shouted,

"For the Abyss!"

He crashed straight into the shield, and his entire body exploded with a deafening boom. The terrifying impact, mixed with lightning, shattered the shield.

Even though Xia Qinghou and the other prodigies used their talents to defend themselves, they were still blown away. They were unharmed, but they ended up covered in dust and looking rather disheveled.

"Those Abyss Cultists again!"

Liu He cursed under his breath.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

"Ptui, ptui, ptui."

Chen Hao climbed up from the ground and spat out the dirt in his mouth. "I'd heard long ago that those Abyss Cultist lunatics targeted geniuses who awakened S-Class talents. Looks like it was true."

Jiang Yuan's eyelids twitched at the sight.

Geniuses from prominent families who awakened S-Class talents could all face suicidal attacks like this.

If his own talent and class were exposed,

wouldn't Tier-Seven or Tier-Eight Abyss Cultists come specifically to kill him?

He wasn't one of those transmigrators who became an orphan with no attachments the moment he arrived in this world.

He still had his parents, his aunt's family, and two younger female cousins. He couldn't drag them all onto the target list of those Abyss Cultist lunatics, could he?

Sure enough... he should keep a lower profile.

"By the way, Yuanzi, what did you awaken? Assassin? Mage?" Chen Hao asked curiously.

"I awakened an E-Class talent and became an Assassin."

Hearing Jiang Yuan's words,

Chen Hao's expression first turned to surprise, then became filled with sympathy and pity.

He put a hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and consoled him. "I thought I was already pretty trash, but turns out you're even worse."

"Look on the bright side. Life still has to go on."

"Even if you can't become somebody important, with that face of yours, you could always become a male escort..."

"Get lost!"

"Sure thing."

Before long,

the disturbance was brought under control. The injured teachers and students were sent to the infirmary for treatment by healers.

The other students returned to their classrooms to register.

As for the few who had awakened S-Class talents, they all went to the principal's office for another test to prevent any mistakes.

Class Three.

"Guan Xiaoxiao, A-Class talent awakened. Class: Shadow Mage."

"Zeng Hang, A-Class talent awakened. Class: Lancer."

"Huang Yi, B-Class talent awakened. Class: Warrior."

"Chen Hao, C-Class talent awakened. Class: Veterinarian."

"Jiang Yuan, E-Class talent awakened. Class: Assassin..."

When Zhang Yiming said this from the podium, quite a few girls in the class couldn't help glancing at Jiang Yuan, both surprised and regretful.

Who would have thought that the best-looking boy in class had awakened the worst possible talent? What a shame.

The female students who had secretly liked Jiang Yuan before visibly grew distant and disdainful, no longer even sparing him a second glance.

"Liu Hong, didn't you have a crush on Jiang Yuan before? Now's the perfect chance to make your move," one female student teased.

"Who likes him? I would never like an E-Class piece of trash."

"Exactly. I thought he was a potential prospect who might awaken an A-Class talent. Turns out I misjudged him."

"What's the use of being handsome? With an E-Class talent, not even a dog would date him."

Several boys who had awakened low-grade talents were delighted to see someone worse off than themselves.

"I thought my D-Class talent was bad enough. Didn't expect there to be someone even worse."

"So what if he's the class heartthrob? He's still E-Class. So what if I'm ugly? D-Class is still better than E-Class."

Hearing their whispers, Chen Hao couldn't help looking at Jiang Yuan. "Yuanzi, don't take it to heart."

Jiang Yuan smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Or rather, he didn't take these people seriously at all.

Even the geniuses in S Class weren't worth his attention.

After Zhang Yiming finished registering everyone and confirmed there were no mistakes, he stood on the podium and looked at the students.

"The class transfer ceremony is over, and there is only one month left before the college entrance exam."

"Don't think everything will be fine just because you've awakened a talent. If you want to get into a Martial Arts University, you need to make the most of this month to familiarize yourselves with your talents and class skills."

"At the same time, tempering your vitality and blood is indispensable."

"You should all understand that if you want to enter the Abyss or the various dungeons around the world, you must at least become a Tier-One Martial Artist. That's the rule."

The textbook's definition of Class-Transferred Warriors flashed through Jiang Yuan's mind.

Martial Artists had nine tiers. Tier One was the lowest, while Ninth Tier was the highest.

Tier-One Martial Artists: LV1-LV9.

Tier-Two Martial Artists: LV10-LV19.

Tier-Three Martial Artists: LV20-LV29.

Tier-Nine Martial Artists: LV90-LV99.

Tier-Seven Martial Artists were generally known as Martial Masters, while Tier-Eight Martial Artists were known as Grandmasters.

LV99 was known as a Titled Grandmaster.

Breaking through Level 100 meant becoming a King-Tier Martial Artist.

Above that were Demigods, who reached LV150.

Even an LV1 Tier-One Martial Artist possessed strength exceeding a thousand jin and could reach a speed of thirty meters per second, surpassing the limits of ordinary humans and entering an entirely different level of life.

Yet the vast majority of Martial Arts High School students had not even reached that foundational standard.

"Some people will find it difficult to become a Tier-One Martial Artist for the rest of their lives after completing their awakening and class transfer. I think you all understand that."

"So from now on, you must build a solid foundation. Especially those aiming for Martial Arts University—you absolutely cannot slack off. No matter how high your awakened talent sequence is, tempering your body, vitality, and blood every day is a required course."

"So today, we'll conduct a vitality and blood test to see whether you've been slacking off in your training lately."

"Sui Jing, come up. You're first."

"Chen Hao, vitality and blood: 2.197. Failed."

Hearing his homeroom teacher Zhang Yiming's words, Chen Hao walked down from the podium dejectedly.

"Next, Jiang Yuan."

Guan Xiaoxiao raised her head.

Jiang Yuan stepped forward and placed his finger into the machine that measured vitality and blood. Soon, the number 2.332 appeared on its crystal display.

A faint murmur of surprise rose from the class.

At the front of the classroom, Jiang Yuan let out a soft breath.

"Jiang Yuan, vitality and blood: 2.332. Passed."

Zhang Yiming looked at the boy before him and inwardly sighed in regret.

He had thought Jiang Yuan would be like Guan Xiaoxiao and awaken at least a B-Class talent. He hadn't expected it to be E-Class...

"Not bad. Your vitality and blood have increased by 0.151 since last month. Looks like you haven't neglected your training lately."

"Since you've passed the test, this month's student subsidy—the final one of your senior year—will be transferred to your card later. Remember to check it."

The boy nodded. "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Yiming looked at the handsome young man before him. He was thin, with bright black eyes that revealed an unyielding temperament. Although his E-Class talent was very ordinary and his family background unremarkable, he was steady, hardworking, humble, and composed.

Zhang Yiming patted his shoulder. "Although your awakened talent is lacking, based on your recent progress, if you can raise it above 2.8, you still have a chance of getting into a second-tier university. Give it a shot."

Before Jiang Yuan could answer,

a sneer rang out.

"With him? An E-Class piece of trash?"

Everyone's gazes converged on Huang Yi, who had a head of yellow hair.

He leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head, looking at Jiang Yuan with contempt.

"No Martial Arts University will want an E-Class piece of trash. Keep dreaming."

Chen Hao secretly raised his middle finger beneath the desk and muttered, "Who the hell are you trying to impress?"

Jiang Yuan ignored the yellow-haired boy's mockery. He couldn't even be bothered to respond.

He said to Zhang Yiming, "I'll do my best."

With that, he turned and walked straight back to his seat.

As he passed the yellow-haired boy's seat,

apparently dissatisfied with his calm reaction, the yellow-haired boy suddenly let out another cold, contemptuous sneer.

"Trash like you, with an E-Class talent, can increase your vitality and blood by 0.15 points in a month? Don't tell me your useless soldier father died and you used his death compensation to buy supplements?"

The classroom fell silent.

Jiang Yuan stopped, turned toward the yellow-haired boy, and said coldly, "What did you just say?"