With the Newcomer, How Are You So Amazing

Let them attack together?

The moment those words left his mouth, Xiao Chenyu and the other two froze for a moment, then the arrogance on their faces turned entirely to anger.

It seemed they had been underestimated.

"You're asking for it!" Liu Long roared. Soul power surged beneath his feet as he gripped his staff with both hands and swung it viciously at Lin Ya's shoulder, the weapon cutting through the air with a howl!

Though his soul power was only at level three, that full-force strike was more than enough to teach this arrogant newcomer a lesson.

Just as the staff was about to land, a layer of faint golden light suddenly flared around Lin Ya. Like an invisible barrier, it enveloped his entire body—it was the protective art of the Golden Light Mantra.

Clang—!!

A crisp, metallic crash exploded through the room!

Liu Long's staff struck the golden light with all its force. Not only did it fail to harm Lin Ya in the slightest, it was thrown back by an incomparably fierce rebounding force. The tremendous impact traveled up the staff and into his arms, making his palms ache sharply and leaving both arms numb.

"What is this?!" Liu Long stared at the golden-glowing Lin Ya in shock.

Before Liu Long could react, Lin Ya casually lifted a hand and lightly pressed his palm against Liu Long's chest.

There was no earthshaking surge of soul power—only a gentle yet irresistible force of golden light erupting forth.

Bang!

Liu Long's massive body flew away like a kite with its string cut. He slammed hard into the wall behind him, then slid to the floor, grimacing in pain and unable to get back up for a long while.

"Liu Long!"

Xiao Chenyu and Ling Feng's expressions changed drastically. They had never expected Lin Ya to be so powerful.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

The two exchanged a glance and held nothing back, simultaneously activating their martial souls as they charged forward!

Xiao Chenyu sprang forward, his Lone Wolf martial soul possessing him. Sharp wolf claws extended from his fingertips as he slashed at Lin Ya's throat with a fierce gust of wind;

Ling Feng, meanwhile, was possessed by his Crow martial soul. Quick and agile, he circled to the side, gathered soul power at his fingertips, and clawed directly at Lin Ya's waist.

One attacked from the left and the other from the right, their coordination seamless as they tried to suppress Lin Ya with their numbers.

But in Lin Ya's eyes, their movements were laughably slow.

The Golden Light Mantra circulated once more, and the pale golden glow around him intensified, protecting every inch of his body without a single gap.

Xiao Chenyu's wolf claws struck the golden light, only to feel as if he had clawed a piece of scorching, hardened steel. His sharp claws went numb on the spot;

Ling Feng's fingertips could not even touch the corner of Lin Ya's clothes before the golden light forcefully blocked them aside.

Lin Ya's gaze turned slightly cold. With a casual sweep of his left hand, he knocked away Xiao Chenyu's wolf claws, then followed with a palm strike from his right hand that landed squarely on Ling Feng's chest.

Pfft!

Ling Feng cried out miserably as his body flew backward and crashed heavily onto the floor. His soul power immediately fell into disorder, leaving him unable even to stand steadily.

After dealing with Ling Feng, Lin Ya stepped forward and appeared before Xiao Chenyu like a ghost. Before the son of the Notting City Lord could react, Lin Ya seized his wrist with one hand and exerted a slight amount of force.

"Ah—!!"

A sharp pain shot through him as his joints dislocated. Xiao Chenyu's face went deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his face. His Lone Wolf martial soul instantly dispersed, and he was pinned in place, completely unable to move.

In only a few breaths, the three strongest students of Nuoding Academy, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, had been utterly defeated. One had been sent flying into a wall, another knocked to the floor, and their leader, Xiao Chenyu, had been effortlessly subdued.

"This guy... what kind of monster is he?!" Xiao Chenyu stared wide-eyed at Lin Ya in disbelief.

He had known Liu Long and Ling Feng since childhood. The three of them worked together flawlessly, and within Nuoding Academy, aside from those sixth-year students who had already obtained their first soul ring, no one had ever been able to face all three of them at once.

Yet now...

"Have you submitted?" Lin Ya looked down at Xiao Chenyu.

Submit?

He, Xiao Chenyu, was the son of the Notting City Lord. How could he possibly yield so easily?!

He thrust out his chest and shouted loudly:

"Don't get cocky! Let me tell you! All thirty students in this noble class are my underlings! So what if you can fight? When you're out in the world, you need connections! You need strength!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chenyu secretly gave a signal with his eyes.

Whoosh—!

In an instant, all thirty noble students in the classroom surged forward and surrounded Lin Ya. Martial souls of every kind lit up around them, and their momentum looked quite imposing.

Yet Lin Ya's expression did not change in the slightest. He merely slowly spread his hands.

The next moment, a soul ring of lustrous yellow, marked with deep patterns, slowly rose from beneath his feet. It quietly circled his body, radiating a steady and majestic aura.

"Lin Ya. Martial Soul: Outcast. Level-eleven one-ring Battle Soul Master."

A hundred-year soul ring!

A level-eleven Soul Master!

Those words exploded beside everyone's ears like thunder.

They were all first-year students. While the others were still struggling at level two or three as Soul Scholars, the person before them was already a one-ring Battle Soul Master—and possessed the rarest and most powerful kind of soul ring, a hundred-year soul ring!

But as Soul Masters, they had to have the spirit to face difficulties head-on!

In an instant, a group of young Soul Masters all rushed up to Lin Ya.

Seeing this, Xiao Chenyu grew even prouder.

As expected of my lackeys—they weren't afraid even when facing a Soul Master!

"That's right! Let's all attack together! Even if he's powerful, with thirty of us swarming him, he might not be able to deal with all of us!"

However, Xiao Chenyu's voice abruptly cut off the very next second. The students all bowed in unison to Lin Ya and shouted:

"Greetings, Boss Lin!"

Xiao Chenyu...

B-Boss Lin??

No, you just defected like that? You're really that cowardly? Why didn't you dare fight this guy?!

Xiao Chenyu felt a wave of desolation in his heart. He exchanged a look with Liu Long and Ling Feng, who had just gotten back on their feet, then the three of them charged at Lin Ya together once more with perfect understanding!

"All of you, get up! Don't you understand first come, first served? The three of us are Boss Lin's first underlings!"

That was right. A wise man did not fight when the odds were against him. This guy was already an eleventh-level Soul Master despite being in the same grade as them—if they didn't pledge themselves to him now, when would they?

Besides, they were all nobles, and Lin Ya was even a viscount. There was nothing shameful about acknowledging him as their boss!

Looking at the crowd that had instantly switched sides, Lin Ya helplessly withdrew his martial soul. He had originally planned to use his first soul skill to intimidate everyone, but now it seemed completely unnecessary.

He cleared his throat, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority. "Since you recognize me as your boss, all future actions must follow my orders. Any objections?"

"No objections!" everyone shouted in unison, full of vigor.

"Good. Very spirited." Lin Ya nodded in satisfaction, then waved a hand. "Now, all of you, heed my command. Head to the academy field and run ten laps. Move out immediately!"

Huh?

The group of noble children instantly froze.

They had just acknowledged a boss, and they were already being punished with laps? What kind of move was this?

But faced with Lin Ya's unquestionable gaze, no one dared say another word. They could only obediently swarm toward the field.

Oh well. At worst, they could treat it as exercise.