A Generation's Version, A Generation's God

Tang Wulin looked up at the arrogant peer before him, feeling somewhat bewildered.

"Why?"

"No reason."

Xie Xie lifted his chin slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of pickiness.

"I like the bottom bunk. Just move up there."

Tang Wulin frowned, about to say something.

But Xie Xie waved his hand impatiently.

His posture was haughty, as if he were naturally entitled to the best treatment.

Seeing this, Han Li sighed inwardly.

It was happening after all.

This kind of inexplicable, unhinged plot point existed in the original work, but he hadn't expected it to play out exactly the same way in reality.

He hadn't wanted to meddle, but he also didn't want to follow the original plot and be assigned to Class Five by Long Hengxu.

And so...

Han Li rolled off his bunk, walked between Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, and without a word, punched them both.

The movements were crisp and clean, without a hint of hesitation.

Xie Xie didn't even have time to react.

Han Li's fist landed squarely in his abdomen; Xie Xie doubled over instantly, his face turning deathly pale.

He stumbled back a few steps, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, clutching his stomach, his mouth opening and closing, yet unable to utter a single word.

Tang Wulin hadn't been able to dodge either, and Han Li's fist struck his shoulder.

Tang Wulin let out a muffled grunt, staggered several steps to the side, and only managed to steady himself by crashing into a bedpost, staring at Han Li with wide eyes.

After suppressing both fools, Han Li retracted his fists with an expressionless face and turned to climb back into his top bunk, as if he had just performed a trivial task.

At this moment, Xie Xie and Tang Wulin were both staring at Han Li in shock.

First, there was Xie Xie.

Although he looked disheveled, his mind was still racing.

He was a twin martial soul user and a one-ring Spirit Master.

Even though he was an agility-attack type Spirit Master, his physical fitness was already considered exceptional among his peers.

As a result, even some one-ring power-attack type Spirit Masters might not necessarily gain the upper hand against him.

Yet, he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Han Li.

He hadn't even seen how Han Li moved before the fist had already arrived.

The power of that punch was astonishingly great; it felt like being rammed by a spirit beast, and the speed he took such pride in was meaningless before it.

Right now, Xie Xie lay on the ground, his face pressed against the cold floor, with only one thought in his mind—

Play dead.

Getting up might just earn him another punch.

Tang Wulin was equally shocked.

He was also a twin martial soul user with innate full spirit power, and he was currently a one-ring Spirit Master as well.

One of his two martial souls was the Clear Sky Hammer, which was known as the number one tool martial soul on the continent.

The Clear Sky Hammer martial soul granted him physical attributes far exceeding those of ordinary people; his strength, endurance, and resistance to blows had all reached a terrifying level.

But facing Han Li...

He was just as helpless.

That punch had landed on his shoulder.

He hadn't dodged, nor could he have.

Han Li's strike hadn't been fast.

One could even say it was casual, but it was that very sense of casualness that shocked Tang Wulin even more.

Because the other party hadn't been serious at all; it was just a random punch, yet it had sent him staggering.

If Han Li were to strike with his full strength, what would happen?

Tang Wulin dared not imagine.

At this moment, both youths remained silent, their gazes fixed on Han Li, their eyes filled with disbelief.

To this, Han Li could only say...

Each generation has its own legends.

Ten thousand years ago, the Clear Sky Hammer was indeed the number one tool martial soul on the continent, and the Clear Sky Sect had relied on the prestige of the Clear Sky Hammer to dominate the entire continent for tens of thousands of years.

From Tang San twenty thousand years ago to the generation of Dai Yuhao ten thousand years ago, the reputation of the Clear Sky Hammer had always been resounding.

Any soul master would hold the Clear Sky Hammer in high regard upon hearing its name.

However, in the era of the Sun Moon Federation, the Clear Sky Hammer could only be considered a top-tier tool soul, no longer the number one tool soul on the continent.

Times change, and the landscape of martial souls changes with them.

Yun Ming's Sky-Supporting Spear was the true tool soul standing at the pinnacle of this era.

Furthermore, Guan Yue's Heaven-Surpassing Spear and Qiangu Dongfeng's Coiling Dragon Staff were in no way inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer.

These martial souls each had their own merits; in terms of power and practical combat ability, they were all on par with the Clear Sky Hammer.

In some aspects, they were even stronger.

And that is not even mentioning beast souls.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon...

It had already begun to decline during the era of the Peerless Tang Sect.

The once-glorious Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family had fallen into such disarray by that time that it was unrecognizable.

In the current era of the Sun Moon Federation, it had become completely obscure, with hardly anyone even mentioning it anymore.

As for his Golden Dragon King martial soul, in terms of close-quarters combat, it was no exaggeration to say it was the unshakable number one.

The Golden Dragon King, an existence at the God King level, possessed power and might far exceeding any mortal martial soul.

After all, apart from him, who else could claim a God King-level powerhouse as their own martial soul?

Therefore...

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin had no reason to feel wronged for taking a punch from him.

The next morning, sunlight spilled into the campus as the opening ceremony of East Sea Academy was held as scheduled.

All the new students gathered on the academy's main sports field, while the academy's management sat on the podium.

Below the stage was a sea of people.

The new students, dressed in their uniforms, chattered away about the start of the new semester.

Han Li stood in the ranks, his gaze calm.

At this moment, he noticed a young man wearing a white robe. He was handsome with a cold temperament, his long, silver-white hair draped casually over his shoulders, and he exuded an icy aura that kept others at a distance.

Wu Changkong, the homeroom teacher of Class Five.

As for him, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin, they had been assigned to Class One.

Class One was the best class at East Sea Academy; only the new students with the most outstanding talent were assigned there.

After all, the talent of the three of them was top-tier among their peers.

As long as the events from the original story didn't occur...

Being assigned to Class One was a logical outcome.

As for the students under the tutelage of Wu Changkong, the homeroom teacher of Class Five, this time they were truly...

All of them possessed ordinary or trash martial souls.

Han Li thought silently to himself.

Currently, the students in Class Five under Wu Changkong all had martial souls that were unremarkable and possessed almost no potential.

Therefore, he was very curious to see if Wu Changkong could still be as confident as he was in the original story.

In the original story, after taking over Class Five, Wu Changkong had solemnly uttered a famous line—

"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters."

And then, under his guidance...

Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie eventually achieved remarkable results.

But was that really the case?

Han Li sneered in his heart.

He realized...

Whether it was the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang from twenty thousand years ago, Zhou Yi from ten thousand years ago, or Wu Changkong in this era...

They all particularly loved taking geniuses and teaching them into geniuses.

Then they would spout a few pretty words, as if they had truly transformed an ordinary student into a genius.