The Soul Fighting Arena Battle, Big-Breasted and Brainless Ma Xiaotao and Wu Feng

This was exactly the effect Mu Jin wanted.

Although her teaching philosophy differed from Zhou Yi's, and she would never casually find absurd excuses to expel students the way Zhou Yi did, that did not mean she was mild-tempered, easy to talk to, or a pushover.

The vast majority of these freshmen came from imperial nobility or famous great clans. They had been held in the palms of people's hands since childhood, and were used to being proud, arrogant, and flaunting their power.

If she allowed them to keep developing with that hollow arrogance, then in the freshman assessment three months from now, what was she supposed to use to defeat that madwoman Zhou Yi?

Could proper teaching quality really not compare to crooked methods?

So they needed an insurmountable figure ahead of them to ignite the fighting spirit deep within their hearts, thereby completing a rebirth. And that transformation had to begin with repeated tempering and defeat that bordered on despair.

In the back row by the window, Zhuang Minghui raised his brows slightly, looking at Mu Jin on the podium with some confusion as she remained perfectly composed. He lowered his voice and said, "What is this old woman doing? Wouldn't it be enough to just announce our soul power ranks?"

"She only knows how to make trouble for us."

Gu Yue sighed rather helplessly, a trace of intelligence flashing through her cool eyes. "Looks like sometimes being too talented isn't necessarily a good thing. See? We've been used as someone else's weapon."

As the embodiment of the Dragon God's wisdom, how could Gu Yue possibly fail to see through Mu Jin's little trick?

Zhuang Minghui merely smiled freely. "Doesn't matter. With the two of us joining forces, we'll definitely be invincible under the heavens."

Just then, Ning Tian, seated in the very center of the front row, raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, may I ask what soul power ranks Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue are?"

Hearing this, Mu Jin revealed a faint, unfathomable smile. "You'll know once the battle begins."

Wu Feng immediately let out a disdainful sneer. "So what if they're the tallest mountain? Don't tell me the two of them can really overturn our entire Class 9?"

"How could anyone possibly do something like that?"

Another male student also held his head high and puffed out his chest, loudly chiming in, "Exactly! On our side, we have the continent's top auxiliary tool martial soul, with Young Sect Master Ning of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect personally holding the line."

"With Ning Tian's support, if all of us in Class 9 join forces, we're definitely winning this fight!"

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was the only sect in all the sects to have ever produced a god. Even after ten thousand years, even if their strength was not among the top three sects on the continent, they were still the wealthiest sect under heaven!

The wealth of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect could rival a nation. As long as one married Ning Tian, this young sect master, one could live a carefree life of lying flat without any worries.

This was also why so many students in Class 9 had attached themselves to Ning Tian.

"Let's go, to the Soul Fighting Arena." Her reminder had already been more than sufficient. If they insisted on asking for trouble, then Mu Jin could only take them to the Soul Fighting Arena.

Facing the students below, who were all fired up and brimming with fighting spirit, the curve of Mu Jin's lips grew even deeper.

She had already given every reminder she should have. Since these little fellows insisted on courting suffering, then as their teacher, she was naturally happy to oblige.

"In that case, there's no point saying more." Mu Jin hugged her lesson plan folder to her chest, turned around, and took the lead toward the classroom door. "Everyone, stand up. Follow me to the Soul Fighting Arena."

A moment later, under Mu Jin's lead, all the students of Freshman Class 9 arrived in large groups at the northwest corner of the Martial Soul Department, near Shrek City.

This was Shrek's soul fighting area, an important facility where Shrek students carried out soul battles.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena, Mu Jin swept her gaze over the Class 9 students present and said, "Very well. Now, all students who do not wish to participate in the battle, step out."

As Mu Jin's words fell, quite a few students walked out and stood beside her.

Once the time was up, Mu Jin, having finished counting the numbers, looked at Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue and asked, "Zhuang Minghui, Gu Yue, how about the two of you challenge sixty people?"

Zhuang Minghui spread his hands and chuckled. "Since we're already here, Teacher Mu, there's no need to ask that kind of question just to pad things out."

"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."

But Zhuang Minghui's casual words sounded so arrogant in Wu Feng's ears, as if he were mocking their weakness. She gritted her teeth and said, "That pretty boy!"

Mu Jin clapped her hands and led the students of Freshman Class 9 into the Soul Fighting Arena.

The thirty-seven students led by Mu Jin went to the spectator stands.

Standing inside the Soul Fighting Arena were two teams.

One was the two-person team led by Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue, and the other was the sixty students led by Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

"The soul battle for the title of class monitor begins now!"

At Mu Jin's command, almost in an instant, Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and the other sixty students released their martial souls at the same time. For a moment, nearly seventy yellow soul rings and the sole remaining purple thousand-year soul ring shone together.

Among those seventy-plus yellow soul rings, Ning Tian's lone purple thousand-year soul ring seemed so small, yet so powerful, unique and unmatched.

"The Seven Treasures turn, glazed light appears. The Seven Treasures have names. First: Speed! Third: Strength!"

Ning Tian watched the calm Zhuang Minghui with a solemn expression and cried out.

The dazzling Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda rose spinning from her palm, and seven-colored divine light turned into several streams of light that accurately enveloped Wu Feng and another assault-type Soul Grandmaster.

Feeling the boost from a top-tier auxiliary tool martial soul, Wu Feng's confidence soared.

"Red Dragon possession!"

She cried out, her delicate body suddenly springing up as a thick wave of heat surged out from her, accompanied by a low dragon's roar.

In midair, Wu Feng's delicate body suddenly became long and slender because of her martial soul possession, directly bursting through her outer school uniform and revealing the close-fitting, highly elastic leather outfit underneath.

A pair of smooth, fleshy thighs swayed, brimming with wildness.

Red Dragon scales instantly covered the left side of her face, her neck, and her entire left arm.

"Attack! Even if you have to take turns wearing them down, kill those two for me!"

Wu Feng's command made the students fighting alongside her unleash their first soul skills, along with a few second soul skills.

Watching the fire fill the sky and soul skills shoot forth like missiles, Gu Yue asked softly, "What do you think?"

"Leave Wu Feng to me. Do whatever you want with the rest." Zhuang Minghui's gaze stayed locked on Wu Feng the entire time.

What annoyed him most was this kind of senseless targeting from Wu Feng.

Sure enough, it proved the saying "big chest, no brains." Wu Feng and Ma Xiaotao were the most typical examples.

At least Ma Xiaotao could serve as a cultivation vessel. What the hell was Wu Feng good for?

Besides, Wu Feng's weren't as big as Ma Xiaotao's.

In that case, he might as well ruin Wu Feng's face.

"Third soul skill, Spirit Devouring Shield!"

Four soul rings—yellow, purple, purple, and black—appeared one by one beneath his feet. Especially when the final pitch-black, ink-dark ten-thousand-year soul ring emerged, the air in the entire Soul Fighting Arena seemed to grow several degrees heavier.

A jade-green shield, almost solid in form, suddenly spread open, protecting him and Gu Yue without the slightest gap.

The fireballs, wind blades, and stone bullets raining down from every direction were like falling snow entering boiling water the instant they touched that glowing green shield. They failed to stir even the slightest ripple, instead transforming into pure life energy that continuously fed back into Zhuang Minghui's body.

"A t-ten-thousand-year soul ring?! How is that possible?!"

In the spectator stands, Mu Jin and the thirty-seven female students abruptly shot to their feet, their eyes filled with utter shock.

Mu Jin knew that Zhuang Minghui was a Soul Ancestor, yes, but no matter how she thought about it, she never could have imagined his fourth soul ring would be ten-thousand-year!

And it wasn't just them. The sixty students in the Soul Fighting Arena were the same.