The Class Promotion Tournament Begins

In just a single exchange, Lu Chuan had caused a Soul King-level opponent to lose the initiative.

Wu Zhangkong expressed her extreme satisfaction.

However, Long Hengxu's face was somewhat unable to hold its composure.

As the Dean of Students, what kind of situation was it to be overturned by a student?

If it had been his own student, that would be one thing, but it just had to be Wu Zhangkong, who had gone against him time and time again!

After standing up, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

The attitude of joking and laughing with Lu Chuan from before was completely gone, replaced by the seriousness one would show toward a soul master of the same rank!

"Kid, I'm getting serious now." Long Hengxu gripped his heavy sword tightly again and said earnestly.

Lu Chuan nodded and also assumed a stance: "Teacher, please enlighten me."

Before the words had even faded, Long Hengxu's Soul Power erupted completely.

Five soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

One white, one yellow, and three purple.

There was not a single black soul ring.

Clearly, old Long had been poor in his youth, and he had fought for every step he had taken to reach this point!

It was precisely such a person who was the most particular about rules and the most stubborn!

Behind him, a brilliant golden soul ring suddenly shone with great intensity, and the Black Iron Heavy Sword was immediately covered in a thick layer of Soul Power radiance. The blade vibrated slightly, emitting a low hum.

"Second Soul Skill—Earth Splitting Slash!"

Long Hengxu leaped into the air, holding the heavy sword high above his head, and slashed down fiercely once more with the force of Mount Tai pressing down.

It was the exact same movement as before, but this time, he had utilized a soul skill!

Splitting the earth, splitting the earth—before the sword energy even touched the ground, cracks were already appearing on the surface.

Lu Chuan roughly estimated the energy of this strike; it was enough to split a massive boulder. If it were to land on him, he would at least be bedridden and need Wu Zhangkong to wait on him for half a month!

Yet, despite this, he still did not dodge!

Since Long Hengxu wanted to decide the outcome with the very same move, Lu Chuan would give him a chance!

He took a deep breath, spread his feet apart, planted his stance firmly, clenched his right fist to gather strength, and then—

he threw a punch.

There were no bells or whistles, only the head-on collision between flesh and sword.

With a thunderous boom, a violent shockwave instantly swept across the entire Martial Arts Arena.

As the two held their ground, Long Hengxu felt as if he had truly struck a mountain, incredibly hard, and impossible to cut into even a fraction.

Most importantly, this was merely a single punch from Lu Chuan!

As Lu Chuan retracted his right fist, his left fist followed up, and the webbing between Long Hengxu's thumb and index finger instantly split open, sending the Black Iron Heavy Sword flying from his grasp.

As for the man himself, he was sent reeling backward by the force of Lu Chuan's punch, not stopping until he slammed into the Soul Guidance Barrier of the Martial Arts Arena.

The victor had been decided!

However, Wu Zhangkong was in no rush to announce it, choosing instead to wait for Long Hengxu to regain his composure.

At this moment, Long Hengxu leaned against the Soul Guidance Barrier, looking down at his blood-soaked hands, now too weak to even hold a sword, and could not help but let out a bitter laugh.

He had lost.

He had lost to a nine-year-old child!

And that was after he had used his strength-gathering soul skill, only to be defeated by the opponent's two punches!

It was hard to accept, but as an educator deeply rooted in the industry, after a brief moment of disappointment, he quickly let it go.

He looked at Lu Chuan, who was currently in the prime of his youth, then glanced at Wu Zhangkong, the young teacher, and finally said, "I lost!"

"The waves of the Yangtze River push the ones ahead... it seems I really am getting old!"

Hearing this, Lu Chuan hurriedly waved his hands and stepped forward to pull Long Hengxu up:

"Teacher Long, don't say that! If your sword had just three percent more force, I certainly wouldn't have been able to take it."

Long Hengxu rose with the momentum; although he knew Lu Chuan was just being polite, he couldn't help but chuckle:

"You brat, you've really become a smooth talker! It's one thing to have high talent, but you didn't forget to give me a way out after winning. You've got a great grasp of social graces—much better at dealing with people than your teacher! I like you!"

Long Hengxu gave Lu Chuan a thumbs-up and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

On the sidelines, Wu Zhangkong's face darkened instantly upon hearing this, and he kicked Long Hengxu right out of the arena with his sword in hand.

She didn't forget to add a warning, "Don't corrupt my student!"

Long Hengxu was chased away.

In the vast Martial Arts Arena, only Teacher Wu and Lu Chuan, the teacher and student, remained.

At that moment, Teacher Wu's mood had not calmed down following Long Hengxu's departure.

Although it was a battle that lasted less than half an hour, and although she had long guessed that Lu Chuan would most likely win, she never expected

Lu Chuan to win so cleanly and decisively.

Long Hengxu was a level 57 Soul King, yet Lu Chuan was only level 33!

There was a gap of two entire major realms between them, over twenty levels of Soul Power.

Defeating an opponent one major realm higher than oneself

was the hallmark of a genius!

But Lu Chuan had crossed nearly two major realms.

That made him a genius among geniuses, collectively known as "Little Monsters" at Shrek Academy!

Coupled with his ease during their spar yesterday, Teacher Wu gradually formed a gauge for Lu Chuan's combat strength in her mind.

Invincible below the Soul Emperor rank.

On par with an ordinary Soul Emperor, and only slightly inferior to a genius Soul Emperor!

What kind of concept was that?

It meant that, among his peers, Lu Chuan was already standing at a height that commanded awe.

"Teacher Wu,"

Lu Chuan's voice interrupted her thoughts, "What training is next?"

Teacher Wu finally snapped back to reality, looking at the boy before her who was drenched in sweat, yet whose eyes remained bright, possessing a stubborn drive, and a penchant for playing the fool to catch his prey, her mood suddenly lifted.

"Today's practical class ends here. Go rest, meditate well tonight, and we'll continue tomorrow."

"Got it! See you later, Teacher!"

Upon hearing that class was over, Lu Chuan beamed with joy.

He turned and ran out of the Martial Arts Arena.

To him, attending class was simply too painful;

it was nowhere near as good as forging a single hair.

Little did he know, Teacher Wu's gaze followed his retreating figure until he completely disappeared, before she gradually regained her composure!

Day after day, Lu Chuan spent his time running, practicing basic Soul Power control, engaging in combat drills, and focusing on meditation and forging.

He possessed some theoretical knowledge, but there was very little that Lu Chuan did not already know.

As for the Mecha Class, which was the only subject he was interested in, Wu Zhangkong told Lu Chuan that she would only begin teaching it once all the other students in the Zero Class had arrived.

This left Lu Chuan feeling deeply disappointed.

Fortunately, two months passed by in the blink of an eye.

The Class Promotion Tournament was about to begin!

"Brother, let me tell you, I've been chosen as a representative for Class Five in the Class Promotion Tournament!"

Tang Wuyue hopped and skipped into Lu Chuan's single dormitory, her little face beaming with pride, the joy in her tone impossible to hide.

Lu Chuan was in the middle of wiping down his Forging Hammer when he heard this good news from his younger sister, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Oh? Our little Wuyue is that impressive? A representative for Class Five? Well, you'd better perform well and not embarrass the Tang Family."

"That goes without saying! I'll definitely do my best!"

Tang Wuyue put her hands on her hips and tilted her little head up.

"Besides, our homeroom teacher said that if we can take first place in this Class Promotion Tournament, there's a high chance we'll be able to enter the Zero Class. Then I'll be able to attend classes with you, Brother!"

"That sounds great; we'll be able to attend classes together then. Do you have confidence?"

"Of course I do!"

Tang Wuyue shook her little fist, full of confidence.

"To get into the Zero Class, I haven't slacked off for two consecutive months. I've been going to East Sea Park to meditate every day after school! My Soul Power is already at level eighteen now!"

"Level eighteen? When did that happen? Have you felt any discomfort?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan was momentarily stunned, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He clearly remembered that in the original story, when Tang Wulin reached this level of Soul Power, the first layer of the Golden Dragon King Seal had already broken!