What Did You Just Say?

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

"Yuan, how are you?"

Jiang Yuan had just opened his mouth.

Suddenly, chaos erupted at the edge of the formation. Among the teachers guarding it, three abruptly attacked. 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 inside a barrier.

The last 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 a howl.

It happened far too suddenly!

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

"Insolence!!"

Liu He let out a furious roar, his voice like thunder as it 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.

The Dean's body swelled, tearing apart his shirt. He rushed before the assassin attacking the female teacher at astonishing speed and blasted him hundreds of meters away with a punch.

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

"For the Abyss!"

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

Though Xia Qinghou and the other prodigies used their talents to defend themselves, they were still blown away. They were not injured, but they ended up covered in dust and looking rather bedraggled.

"Those Abyss Cultists again!"

Liu He cursed under his breath.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft."

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

Jiang Yuan's eyelids twitched at the sight.

Talented youths from prominent families who awakened S-grade talents could still suffer suicide attacks like this.

If his talent and class were exposed...

Would Tier-Seven or Tier-Eight Abyss Cultists come specifically to kill him?

He was not one of those transmigrators who became an orphan the moment they arrived, with no one to care about.

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

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

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

"I awakened an E-grade talent and class-transferred into an Assassin."

Upon hearing Jiang Yuan's words.

Chen Hao's expression first turned surprised, then filled with sympathy and pity.

He put a hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and comforted him. "I thought I was already pretty trash, but I didn't expect you to be 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."

Soon.

The disturbance was settled. 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 those who had awakened S-grade talents, they all went to the principal's office for another test to rule out any mistakes.

Class Three.

"Guan Xiaoxiao, awakened an A-grade talent and class-transferred into a Shadow Mage."

"Zeng Hang, awakened an A-grade talent and class-transferred into a Lancer."

"Huang Yi, awakened a B-grade talent and class-transferred into a Warrior."

"Chen Hao, awakened a C-grade talent and class-transferred into a Veterinarian."

"Jiang Yuan, awakened an E-grade talent and class-transferred into an Assassin..."

When Zhang Yiming said this from the podium, quite a few girls in the class could not help glancing at Jiang Yuan, their expressions full of surprise and regret.

They had never expected the best-looking boy in the class to awaken the worst possible talent. What a pity.

The gazes of some girls who had secretly liked Jiang Yuan visibly became distant and disdainful. Some no longer even looked at him.

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

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

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

"What's the use of being handsome? With an E-grade 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-grade talent was bad enough. I didn't expect there to be someone even worse."

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

Hearing their whispers, Chen Hao could not help glancing at Jiang Yuan. "Yuan, don't take it to heart."

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

Or rather, he did not consider any of these people worth his attention.

Even the geniuses in S Class were not worth caring about.

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

"The class-transfer ceremony is over, and only one month remains until the college entrance examination."

"Don't think everything is fine just because you've awakened a talent. If you want to enter 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 physique and blood vitality is indispensable."

"You should all understand that if you want to enter the Abyss or the various dungeons, you must at least become a Tier-One Martial Artist. That is 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 Tier Nine was the highest.

Tier-One Martial Artists were LV1-LV9.

Tier-Two Martial Artists were LV10-LV19.

Tier-Three Martial Artists were LV20-LV29.

Tier-Nine Martial Artists were LV90-LV99.

Generally, Tier-Seven Martial Artists could be called Martial Masters, while Tier-Eight Martial Artists were called Grandmasters.

LV99 was known as a Titled Grandmaster.

Breaking through level one hundred meant becoming a King-Tier Martial Artist.

Beyond that were Demigods, who reached LV150.

Even an LV1 Tier-One Martial Artist possessed over a thousand jin of strength and could reach speeds of thirty meters per second, surpassing the limits of ordinary humans and stepping into another level of life.

Most Martial Arts High School students had yet to reach this basic standard.

"After awakening and class-transferring, some people will struggle their entire lives and still fail to become Tier-One Martial Artists. 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 relax. No matter how high your talent sequence is, tempering your physique and blood vitality every day is a required course."

"So today, we'll test your blood vitality to see whether any of you have slacked off in your training lately."

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

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

Upon 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 blood vitality testing machine. 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 quietly let out a breath.

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

Zhang Yiming looked at the young man before him, feeling somewhat regretful.

He had thought Jiang Yuan would be like Guan Xiaoxiao and at least awaken a B-grade talent. He had not expected it to be E-grade...

"Not bad. Your blood vitality has increased by 0.151 since last month. It seems you haven't neglected your training lately."

"Since you 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 young man nodded. "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Yiming looked at the handsome youth before him. He was slender, with bright black eyes that revealed an unyielding spirit. Though his E-grade talent was quite ordinary and his family background unremarkable, he was steady, hardworking, neither arrogant nor impatient.

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

Before Jiang Yuan could answer.

A sneer rang out.

"Him? An E-grade piece of trash?"

Everyone turned their eyes toward Huang Yi, whose hair was dyed yellow.

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

"No Martial Arts University would want an E-grade piece of trash. Keep dreaming."

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

Jiang Yuan ignored the yellow-haired boy's mockery. He could not 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 beside the yellow-haired boy's desk.

Apparently displeased by his calm reaction, the yellow-haired boy suddenly let out another cold, disdainful laugh.

"Trash like you, with an E-grade talent, managed to raise your blood vitality by 0.15 points in a month? Don't tell me your useless soldier father died, and you bought supplements with his death benefit?"

The classroom fell silent.

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