Encountering Cao Jinxuan Again

Ling Feng naturally chose the assault-type path.

What she was worried about was whether that madwoman Zhou Yi would come teach Class One.

Even if the classes were split up, he still would not need to attend lessons with his current strength.

But if Zhou Yi became the homeroom teacher, who knew what other trouble she might stir up.

If Mu Jin could become the homeroom teacher, things would be much easier.

As if she had seen through Ling Feng's concerns, Mu Jin smiled faintly at him.

"That will depend on your performance."

"If our class's overall results are good, and you can also take first place in the freshman assessment..."

"Then I'll be the homeroom teacher for the assault and control-type classes in the future."

"But with your strength, I'm sure nothing unexpected will happen, right?"

Hearing that, Ling Feng smiled as well.

With his current strength, it would be strange if he failed to win the championship.

Next, based on the information he knew about the freshmen in the other classes, Mu Jin gave targeted explanations of their strengths and weaknesses.

Such a short period of instruction could not possibly allow the freshmen to master everything, nor could it guarantee victory against the top students from other classes.

But at the very least, it could let them understand how they should respond when facing opponents of that level.

Ling Feng took the opportunity during the break to sneak away.

This sort of targeted lesson was truly of little use to him.

Rather than listening to class, he might as well go back and meditate for a while longer.

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

Early in the morning, Ling Feng came to the teaching building after breakfast.

The moment he entered the classroom, he felt an atmosphere of eager excitement.

When everyone saw Ling Feng come in, they all greeted him at once.

Some even came over to shake his hand, claiming they wanted to "share in the Martial God's good fortune," leaving Ling Feng both amused and helpless.

Looking toward the corner of the classroom, Ning Tian and Wu Feng were already waiting at their seats.

"The assessment officially starts this afternoon. Shouldn't we discuss some tactics?"

Wu Feng asked with a serious expression.

Ning Tian looked at Ling Feng, her meaning obvious—she would follow his lead.

"There's no need, is there?"

Ling Feng shook his head. "They're just freshmen. They definitely won't be our opponents."

"We only have one strategy."

"Overwhelm ten techniques with sheer strength!"

"We'll crush our way through with the most forceful attacks!"

Ning Tian could not help but smile upon hearing Ling Feng's words.

"That really is your style! No wonder you're called the 'Martial God'!"

"Since when did I get another title?" Ling Feng asked helplessly.

"I don't know who started it. Anyway, they said they had to pay respects to you before the competition."

Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically while she was left standing aside like an outsider, Wu Feng immediately felt awkward.

"Hey, don't get careless either!"

"Didn't the teacher say so? Aside from Ning Tian, there are two other Soul Elders among this year's freshmen!"

"Soul Elders! Their strength might be about the same as yours!"

Wu Feng looked at Ling Feng, her eyes carrying a trace of defiance.

"There are differences even among three-ringed Soul Elders."

Ling Feng did not take it seriously.

Of the other two three-ringed freshmen, one was Dai Huabin, also Huo Yuhao's brother, who could form a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Zhu Lu.

The other was Xie Huanyue, a powerful defense-type soul master.

Ordinary teams would perhaps have no choice but to admit defeat when facing either of their teams.

But Ling Feng was different.

Wu Feng had wanted to retort, but when she remembered his terrifying strength, she merely snorted softly in the end.

Shrek Academy's assessment area was located in the north-central section of the Martial Soul Department, adjacent to the Soul Fighting Area.

Compared with the Soul Fighting Area, the assessment area was much larger.

The assessment area was oval-shaped. Unlike the Soul Fighting Arena, which resembled an enclosed stadium, it was an open expanse.

A ring of low walls surrounded it, while partitions divided the interior into separate sections. These partitions could be removed at any time to alter the size of the areas.

The entire assessment area had currently been divided into fifty sections, each roughly four hundred square meters.

For freshmen who generally only possessed one or two soul rings, that was already more than enough.

After the tense grouping process that morning, the assessments officially began in the afternoon. Since it was the first day, and the freshmen needed time to adjust, each group only had to complete one match before leaving.

"The matches will be determined by drawing lots. Each group of students must fight at least ten battles, and the final rankings will be based on the number of victories."

"Among them, the sixty-four highest-ranked teams will enter the elimination rounds. The top four teams in the elimination rounds will each receive different rewards."

"I heard the champion team's reward will be extremely rare."

Ning Tian stood beside Ling Feng, explaining the competition rules to him.

Naturally, given their overall strength, they were aiming for the championship.

Compared to the other classes, Class One only had a dozen or so teams, a full half fewer than the others.

That number did not match what Ling Feng remembered.

Clearly, Zhou Yi had expelled quite a few more people over the past month.

Silently feeling sorry for those people, Ling Feng and Ning Tian entered the competition grounds.

They had been assigned to Area Seventeen. Ling Feng had seen the teacher serving as referee there a few times in the Soul Fighting Arena, so he vaguely recognized him.

After nodding to the teacher, Ling Feng stood off to the side like everyone else and waited for the match to begin.

By sheer coincidence, Ling Feng spotted two familiar faces in Area Seventeen.

"Yo, isn't that Old Cao? And Old Long too. Long time no see!"

The moment he saw Ling Feng, Cao Jinxuan's expression turned as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

He still remembered exactly how he had talked about Ling Feng behind his back in the dormitory.

Who would have thought they would run into each other in the very first freshman assessment match?

Long Xiangyue, standing beside him, looked fairly normal.

Besides the two of them, there was another youth about the same height as Cao Jinxuan.

"It's you, Brother Feng!"

Cao Jinxuan forced out a smile uglier than crying and stepped up to greet Ling Feng.

When he had first entered the academy, Cao Jinxuan had only thought Ling Feng was a student with formidable strength.

He had never expected Ling Feng to make a name for himself in the outer court before even a week had passed.

A month ago, as one of Class Ten's top students, he had personally witnessed Ling Feng's godlike feat of taking on seventy people alone on the training field!

So the instant he saw Ling Feng, more than half of his desire to fight vanished.

"Look at that, what a coincidence. I never expected to run into you on the very first day!"

Cao Jinxuan buttered Ling Feng up, while Long Xiangyue spoke with their other teammate.

Before long, their teammate's face went pale with shock, followed by a look of helpless resignation.

"Brother Feng, we're old friends, right?"

"Could you do us a favor?"

"When the match starts, could you go a little easy on us?"

Winning was definitely out of the question.

All they wanted now was to lose with a bit of dignity.

Besides, this was only the round-robin stage. Losing one match would not matter.

"Sure!"

Ling Feng answered with a smile.

Seeing Ling Feng agree, Cao Jinxuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief and gave Long Xiangyue and the other man an OK gesture.