Gu Yue Arrives

Time slipped by, and Xiao Mu and the others arrived at the cafeteria.

During this period, two big eaters had appeared in the East Sea Academy cafeteria. One was Na'er, and the other was Tang Wulin.

Na'er had to eat thirty Grade A meals a day. A Grade B meal cost three hundred federal credits, while a Grade A meal cost as much as one thousand. Thirty of them meant thirty thousand.

For an ordinary student, this figure was simply unaffordable.

Of course, for Xiao Mu, it was pocket change; the money he received from just one of his patents was substantial.

What's more, Xiao Mu had more than one.

Letting Na'er eat to her heart's content was never a difficult task.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise, the sounds of trays clashing, chewing, and chatter weaving together.

Na'er sat across from Xiao Mu, with several Grade A meals laid out before her.

"Brother," she said, her voice muffled as she stuffed a piece of beef into her mouth, "It's delicious. I want to eat it again tomorrow."

"Alright, eat as much as you like."

Xiao Mu only had three Grade A meals in front of him. He ate slowly, his gaze resting on Na'er's face. The little girl's cheeks were puffed out, but her eyes were bright, like two polished glass beads.

On the other side, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had also finished their training and arrived at the cafeteria.

The two still carried the scent of sweat, and their school uniforms were stained with dark patches from the moisture.

Xie Xie walked in front, his brown hair swaying in the wind.

Tang Wulin followed behind with a light step, clearly exhausted.

Still the same old running, Xiao Mu mused; it would be better to just inject a super-soldier serum.

Unfortunately, he couldn't manufacture that himself.

But today, there was someone new following behind the two of them.

She had a black ponytail, and her deep green academy uniform jacket was trimmed with yellow, with a light green bow tied at the collar. Beneath her plaid skirt were white silk knee-high socks, the cuffs pressing into her skin to leave a faint indentation. As she walked, her skirt swayed gently, like a metronome.

Xiao Mu leaned back in his chair, pulling his gaze away from the window and letting it fall upon the trio. Na'er was busy burying her head in her Grade A meal, but she looked up for a moment and froze the instant she saw the black-haired girl.

It's that woman!

Tang Wulin walked up to the service window and ordered his usual steamed buns. Xie Xie followed behind, his face etched with extreme fatigue.

The girl's gaze remained fixed on Tang Wulin; she was Gu Yue, and at this moment, she was contemplating the Golden Dragon King aura emanating from him.

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were sitting next to Xiao Mu and the others, and they both looked at the new girl with confusion.

They hadn't seen her before. Registration was already over, so how could there be a new student?

"Didn't registration end?"

"A transfer student?"

"Is that so?"

Na'er listened to their conversation and glanced at Gu Yue again, a look of displeasure in her eyes.

Xiao Mu looked at Na'er, knowing she didn't want to become high-level fusion material for the Silver Dragon King.

"What's wrong? You don't like her?" he asked.

"I don't like her," Na'er replied.

Wei Xiaofeng suddenly spoke up, "You're talking about that girl, right? I've already asked around."

"Did you ask around with your fists?" Xiao Mu asked.

Wei Xiaofeng said awkwardly, "They told me voluntarily."

He immediately changed the subject, "That person's name is Gu Yue, and she was late for registration. She's a student in Class 5, a level 21 Great Spirit Master. Aside from our class, she's the only two-ring Spirit Master in this grade."

"Is that so?" Xiao Mu nodded, having a rough idea of what had changed. However, he was certain he could handle a two-ring Gu Yue.

There shouldn't be any element capable of forcibly breaking through his defenses.

He also wondered what his limit for absorbing kinetic energy was.

Besides, Gu Yue shouldn't be using darkness or space for offense at her current level.

After finishing their meal, the group left together.

When school let out in the afternoon, the setting sun was sinking behind the buildings, dyeing the corridor a deep orange. The five students from Xiao Mu's Class 1 were called into the office by their teacher.

Ye Yingluo's gaze swept over the five faces one by one, finally resting on Xiao Mu.

"I brought you here today because of the Class Advancement Tournament."

"The so-called Class Advancement Tournament starts from the weakest class and works its way up."

"Class 5 challenges Class 4, and so on. If the challenger wins, the class designations are swapped. In other words, if we lose to Class 2, we will no longer be the top-ranked Class 1 of the first grade, but Class 2."

"The higher-ranked class confirms the number of defenders, and if they win, they can continue to accept challenges until they lose. The tournament goes from the first grade all the way up to the sixth grade. If you continue to challenge higher-grade classes and win, there will be rewards for every first victory in a cross-grade challenge."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the five faces, observing the confidence on Zhang Yangzi and the others, the indifference on Xiao Mu's face, and the excitement in Na'er's eyes.

It was one thing for these five children to be confident, but why could she detect a hint of disdain on Xiao Mu's face?

"We are Class One. The first match is a defense round, followed by the challenge tournament."

"The minimum number of participants is two. The number of people we send will depend on the challengers."

Hearing this, Xiao Mu said in a calm tone, "Na'er and I are enough. Either way, no matter who the opponent is, we can easily suppress them."

"You're certainly confident. Do you really think you're invincible?" Ye Yingluo said helplessly.

"Then they should be glad they're on the arena stage. Outside the arena, I have many more methods; the rules are protecting them."

Xiao Mu's voice was calm. Although he had developed less than one percent of his first soul skill, lowering the air pressure in a specific area to a certain degree was still no problem.

A normal person could not withstand it.

If they did withstand it, he would simply increase the air pressure in the opposite direction.

If that still didn't work, he would have to resort to classical mechanics.

It worked every time and could solve ninety-nine percent of problems. If there was one it couldn't solve, it was definitely because the force wasn't great enough.

The only pity was that brute force was countered to death by the blood path.

The opponent could simply turn into a blood mist and escape.

Indeed, brute force was on the decline.

He carefully calculated the time. Before the grade advancement tournament, there seemed to be a typhoon that would trigger the Golden Dragon King seal within Tang Wulin.

It would cause Tang Wulin's power to skyrocket.

The Golden Dragon King wanted to steamroll, but unfortunately, he was surrounded by incompetent teammates.

As expected, brute force either ate intelligence or was eaten by intelligence.

The five of them left the office, having roughly understood the opening procedures of East Sea Academy.

In the days that followed, training was packed into their daily curriculum.

As the setting sun sank, Xiao Mu and Zhang Yangzi were still sparring.

Of course, it was a completely one-sided suppression.

The one who felt the most heartache during this battle was the dean, after all, Xiao Mu really had the ability to dismantle things.

He directly controlled his force with the precision of a grain of sand, dismantling the ground and leaving countless pebbles floating around him, which could be used for both offense and defense.

Wang Jinxi was likewise being crushed by Na'er, as if he had encountered a natural predator.

The Silver Dragon Spear hurt terribly when it struck him.

When the training ended, the most miserable one was undoubtedly Wei Xiaofeng. This guy's strength was inferior to the other two, and his ability to withstand hits also needed training.

After the group dispersed, Na'er saw a familiar figure standing by the edge of the playground, and a trace of displeasure immediately appeared in the depths of her eyes.