A Match Against Class One (Seeking Recommendations, Collections, and Chasing Updates) - Testing the Waters

The next afternoon after school.

Inside the classroom.

Xie Xie turned sideways, swinging his legs as he looked up at Tang Wulin.

"Wulin, how exactly did you get Class One to agree to fight us?"

Everyone in the year knew exactly what kind of state Class Five was in.

In this abandoned, bottom-ranked class, aside from those two freaks Fang Yuan and Gu Yue, no one else even looked at them properly.

"I went to Teacher Mu from Class One." Tang Wulin stuffed his textbooks into his bag without looking up. "Teacher Mu and Teacher Wu go way back. It wasn't hard to pull a few strings."

"Come on."

Xie Xie curled his lip, glancing toward the back row as he lowered his voice.

"Why do I feel like Teacher Mu only agreed because of little brother Fang Yuan? If it were just the two of us, they wouldn't even bother with us."

"It's good enough that we got them to agree. Stop shouting nonsense." Tang Wulin slapped his arm.

They had not left that morning, either, spending the whole morning doing special training according to the plan Wu Zhangkong had left behind.

The content was simple.

They sparred with each other to figure out their teammates' soul skills, ran laps to train their stamina, then gathered together to study team coordination.

Only when they actually fought did they realize just how big the gap between them was.

In rotating one-on-one matches, the two of them took turns sparring with Fang Yuan and Gu Yue.

Gu Yue wielded her long spear both fast and accurately.

Xie Xie challenged Gu Yue three times and lost every single match, each defeat more miserable than the last, going from barely lasting ten moves before his martial soul was shaken unstable, to having his weapon knocked flying in eight, and in the final match, the moment he got close, the spearpoint locked onto his throat, making his defeat complete.

Tang Wulin had it even worse.

His Blue Silver Grass focused on control, but the moment it had only wrapped out half a meter, Gu Yue swept it apart with one spear strike.

He had not even lasted a single move.

When it was their turn to fight Fang Yuan, the two of them still gained no advantage.

The soul beasts that kid could transform into came in a ridiculous variety.

A half-man-tall Titan Giant Ape could make them lose their footing with a single tremor, while the Human-Faced Demon Spider's silk was tough and troublesome, sticking fast to their feet.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were forced onto the defensive the entire time, without the slightest ability to fight back.

But when Fang Yuan and Gu Yue fought each other, the whole style changed.

The two traded moves back and forth as if they were playing.

There was none of the ruthlessness they had shown when fighting Tang Wulin and Xie Xie earlier.

Later, when they practiced two-on-two, the situation became even more absurd.

The rule was that the four of them would switch positions, with two people forming a team.

Whenever Tang Wulin and Xie Xie teamed up with Gu Yue, if Fang Yuan was on the opposing team, she could not even bear to touch him.

Tang Wulin was speechless.

With this kind of fighting style, there was no way to train team coordination at all.

With Gu Yue's personality, she was completely suited to fighting alone. How was she suited to team combat?

He could only barely set a rough formation.

Fang Yuan's tool martial soul was versatile, capable of control, defense, and surprise attacks, so he would be the secondary attacker;

Gu Yue's offensive power was maxed out, making her the absolute main attacker;

he would use Blue Silver Grass for control, while Xie Xie would handle agility attacks and ambushes.

To be honest, privately, he even felt Xie Xie was a bit redundant.

If Fang Yuan transformed into a Crimson Demon Mastiff, his speed would be even faster than Xie Xie's, and his claws carried force as well. He was completely enough as an agility-type attacker.

"Student Fang Yuan, it's about time to go. The people from Class One are probably already waiting at the training hall."

After packing his bag, Tang Wulin stood up and called toward the back row.

No one answered.

Xie Xie followed his gaze and clicked his tongue.

In the back row by the window, Fang Yuan sat there, holding a pink heart-shaped postcard as he lowered his head and opened the seal.

"Sorry, I'm reading a love letter." Fang Yuan didn't even lift his head as his fingertip picked open the envelope.

He was honestly pretty puzzled.

He was only six, and at most he looked like a cute little boy, so why did people keep handing him love letters?

Were first-year kids already this precocious nowadays?

At eight or nine years old, what did they even know about liking someone or not?

Back in his previous life, when he was this age, he was still spending every day outside catching fish and raiding bird nests.

"Little Fang Yuan, another love letter?"

Gu Yuena came back from the aisle after just going to the restroom, and tapped his desk with her fingertips.

"I was only gone for a little while, and someone stuffed more in again."

"Again?" Fang Yuan looked up, his eyes widening slightly.

"What else?" Gu Yuena pulled open his drawer, reached in, and dug out several envelopes, along with notes folded into heart shapes, which she dumped in a rustling pile on the corner of his desk.

"They were all secretly stuffed in by little girls while you were asleep between classes."

She tapped the pile of colorful envelopes with her fingertips, her brows and eyes curving with a hint of a smile.

"If anyone wants to make a move on my little Fang Yuan, they'll have to get through me first."

"..."

Fang Yuan looked at the pile of love letters, utterly speechless.

Had this motherly love gone a little off?

Or was he overthinking it?

Surely this wasn't really going to turn into some mother-son rice bowl nonsense.

He quickly shook all those messy thoughts out of his head.

"No way..."

Xie Xie leaned over and stared at the pile of envelopes, his eyes practically turning red, jealousy making his teeth itch.

Fang Yuan was only six!

He was already this popular with girls. What would happen when he grew up?

If Xie Xie ever got a girlfriend in the future, who knew, she might end up getting stolen away by him.

If he got the chance, he definitely had to stay away from this pair of siblings. They were too dangerous.

Fang Yuan ignored him.

Pinching the pile of love letters between his fingers, he crumpled them into a ball with a few quick movements, raised his hand, and tossed them straight into the trash can beside him.

His movements were clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

At the classroom's back door and by the window, several little girls who had been secretly watching this way

saw the scene, and their faces instantly went pale.

Some bit their lips and lowered their heads, their eyes red, while others turned and ran off directly.

"Let's go. We'll see what Class One is made of."

Fang Yuan stood up, shouldered his bag, and patted non-existent dust off his clothes.

"Mm." Tang Wulin nodded.

The group walked outside, and the moment they left the classroom, the hallway erupted.

"Are they going to challenge Class One?"

"Looks like it!"

"Come on, let's go watch!"

Quite a few students from other classes had originally been about to go home, but the moment they heard about it, they immediately changed direction and followed behind them in a noisy crowd.

More and more people gathered along the way, chattering and discussing

as they all wanted to see whether the legendary six-year-old genius could really defeat the veteran students of Class One.

Class One was the top class of the grade, and every one of them was above rank fifteen.

Their leader was even close to touching the rank twenty bottleneck, three or four ranks higher than Class Five's average.

In everyone's eyes, this was a great show of the weak challenging the strong.

The indoor training hall.

The ceiling lights were dazzlingly bright, and the floor had been polished to a shine.

Beside the training platform, Musigang stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him were four students from Class One, each standing ramrod straight, a hint of arrogance on their faces.

Hearing footsteps, Musigang turned his head. When he saw Fang Yuan and the others, he immediately smiled, his voice booming.

"Young Master Fang Yuan, you're here!"

The moment those words left his mouth, the four Class One students behind him all froze.

"Young Master Fang Yuan?" "What did Teacher Mu just call him?"

They looked at one another, utterly baffled.

Their own homeroom teacher, the dignified teacher of Class One, had actually called a student from First Grade Class Five "young master"?

If word got out, it would be way too embarrassing.

Musigang also realized what he had done and gave an awkward smile, scratching his head.

"I used to be Fang Yuan's private coach for a while. I got used to calling him that, and it slipped out without thinking. Sorry about that."

The Class One students' mouths twitched, but they said nothing.

Still, defiance remained hidden in their eyes.

So what if his talent was a little higher?

How could his actual combat ability be stronger than theirs?

Once the fight started, they had to make this kid understand.

Class One was not so easy to challenge.

The boy in the lead even gave a cold snort, folding his arms as he looked Fang Yuan up and down from the corner of his eye.

It was obvious he did not take this six-year-old child seriously at all.

"Teacher Mu."

Fang Yuan and the others walked up to the training platform and stopped.

"Are your people all ready?"

"Of course." Musigang nodded.

His gaze swept over Tang Wulin and Xie Xie behind Fang Yuan.

This was perfect. He could let these arrogant students of his see what true geniuses looked like.

It would be good to knock them down a peg.

"You should get ready to go onstage too."

Fang Yuan gave a soft sound of acknowledgment and stepped onto the training platform.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie followed behind him, standing beside him and Gu Yue.

The four of them stood in a row.

"Go all out, boys of Class One!"

With a broad wave of his hand, Musigang withdrew to the side of the arena. "Open your eyes properly today and see what true geniuses are!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The students on both sides of the platform lit up their spirit rings at the same time.

All four from Class One had hundred-year yellow spirit rings, and the lowest cultivation level among them was fifteen.

The leader in particular had a deep, heavy aura. His cultivation was at level nineteen, just a hair away from breaking through to become a level twenty Great Spirit Master.

There was a trace of smugness on their faces, and the looks they cast toward Class Five were full of contempt.

On Class Five's side, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue also released their martial souls, their spirit rings floating before them.

Among them, only Fang Yuan's released martial soul had no spirit ring.

He raised his hand to the dial, ready to transform into a soul beast at any moment.

"You actually brought along a soul master with only a ten-year spirit soul, and you still dare challenge our class?"

"Isn't the genius young master a little too full of himself?"

The leader let out a mocking laugh.

Among these four, only Gu Yue and Fang Yuan deserved his attention.

The other two were just weaklings.

Fang Yuan said nothing.

He could not be bothered to deal with the man's snide remarks.

"So what if it's a ten-year spirit soul? Wulin can still beat you until you run with your head in your hands!"

Xie Xie stepped half a pace forward, speaking up in Tang Wulin's defense.

The leading group of Spirit Masters curled their lips in contempt, their eyes full of disdain. "We'll see about that!"

Musigang didn't respond. He raised his hand.

The entire venue fell silent in an instant.

Everyone stared at the stage, holding their breath.

"Ready—"

Musigang lifted his hand high.

The air seemed to freeze.

The next second, he swung his hand down sharply.

"Begin!"