Showcase! First Soul Skill—Pole Vault!

"Xiao Chenyu, sixth grade, Martial Soul: Gale Demon Wolf, Level 11 one-ring Soul Master!"

Even though Tang San was a freshman, Xiao Chenyu still showed him the bare minimum respect and voluntarily announced his name and Martial Soul.

Tang San sneered. The other boy was about the same as him. Since they both had Soul Rings, their strength should not differ by much.

"Tang San, first-year work-study student, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 11 one-ring Soul Master."

Pfft, hahahaha!

The moment Tang San spoke, the crowd burst into laughter again.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"Did I hear that right? A useless Martial Soul like that can become a Soul Master?"

Tang San had heard remarks like that so often his ears were practically callused. But Grandmaster had told him that this was all prejudice.

"I, Tang San, will shatter those prejudices today!"

Tang San immediately roared, "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, appear!"

Bzzz—

Tang San extended his right hand, and a vibrant Blue Silver Grass appeared before everyone... At the same time, a white Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet, flashing continuously.

"A... ten-year Soul Ring?!"

Everyone's eyes widened in shock. This was the first time they had seen someone cultivate a Soul Ring from such a useless Martial Soul as Blue Silver Grass!

But Tang San interpreted their reactions differently—they had been completely stunned by his strength?

Thinking that, Tang San threw back his head and laughed. "Hahahaha, tremble!"

Xiao Chenyu did not even raise his eyes. He roared, "Gale Demon Wolf, Martial Soul Possession!"

Awoo!

With a wolf howl, the phantom of an incomparably ferocious Black Wind Demon Wolf emerged behind him. At the same time, a yellow hundred-year Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet!

The instant Martial Soul Possession was activated, Xiao Chenyu's aura surged severalfold. The pressure of his Soul Ring utterly crushed Tang San's confidence!

"Yellow! A... a hundred-year Soul Ring?" Tang San's pupils contracted.

Xiao Chenyu sneered. "Right back at you... tremble, you little punk!"

"First Soul Skill—Wolf Claw Rend!"

Whoosh—

The yellow Soul Ring flashed, and sharp gray-black wolf claws instantly covered his hands. Xiao Chenyu lunged forward, his razor-sharp claws wrapped in faint gusts of wind as they slashed fiercely toward Tang San's face.

"Danger! Danger! Danger!"

Tang San's scalp went numb at once. This hundred-year Soul Ring was too powerful. If that hit him, he would be severely injured even if it did not kill him.

His expression changed drastically. "So fast!"

[Ten-Year Lone Bamboo] The white Soul Ring flashed wildly.

"First Soul Skill—Pole Vault!"

The Blue Silver Grass in his palm immediately transformed into a bamboo pole that was bluer than blue and better than blue... Tang San fiercely planted the pole, bent backward, and vaulted high into the air from where he stood.

"No matter how fast you are, I can still dodge..."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

But the next instant, two dull thuds rang out. The sharp wolf claws sliced the bamboo pole into three pieces. Tang San abruptly lost his support and crashed to the ground.

"What? Is this even fair? Why is there such a huge gap between my Soul Skill and yours?"

Thud!

Before he could scramble up in embarrassment, Xiao Chenyu stomped on his head and pinned it firmly beneath his foot.

He said coldly, "I don't understand. Why are you acting so cocky with a [Ten-Year Lone Bamboo]?"

Tang San's face was filled with shock. "No! I must have used it wrong! Didn't Teacher say this Soul Ring of mine was powerful?"

Yet his face burned as a stinking foot repeatedly ground against it. Tang San's convictions began to collapse.

"A jumping clown? Then jump."

Xiao Chenyu was speechless. He had thought this kid possessed some incredible trump card. So his first Soul Ring was just a [Ten-Year Lone Bamboo]?

After fusing with Blue Silver Grass, it had indeed become much tougher, but before his Gale Demon Wolf claws, it was as fragile as paper.

"Boss Ao, this..."

Ao Yin and Wang Sheng happened to witness this scene when they arrived, and for a moment, they felt rather ashamed.

Even Xiao Wu, standing nearby, helplessly covered her forehead with one hand.

"I don't know! Little San obviously looks so ordinary, but he can be that confident..."

"You really deserve a beating!"

But there was nothing to be done. Tang San had ended up like this because he had stood up for Xiao Wu, so she immediately stopped Xiao Chenyu.

"That's enough. Take your foot off him!"

Although Xiao Chenyu had just won, he felt as though he had been insulted. Was this some new way of mocking people?

"Get lost!"

Xiao Chenyu raised his foot and kicked hard, sending Tang San flying off the arena.

His Soul Ring lit up, and he flashed forward on the wind! The lecherous wolf's claw shot straight toward Xiao Wu.

Just as he was about to succeed—

Boom!

A long staff etched with ice-and-fire dragon patterns fell from the sky and slammed into the ground before Xiao Chenyu, sending dust billowing everywhere.

"Cough, cough! Who dares cause trouble?!" Xiao Chenyu choked on the dust and coughed repeatedly.

Bzz, bzz, bzz!

A mighty tide of Soul Power swept across the field, forcing the twenty or thirty watching students to retreat again and again.

The dust slowly dispersed.

Under the blazing sun—

The Coiling Dragon Staff was buried deep in the ground.

A striking, unruly youth stood beside the staff with his arms crossed, ice and fire swirling around him. That terrifying Soul Power had come from him!

The crowd erupted.

"Damn, that entrance is way too grand!"

"His Soul Power fluctuations are terrifying!"

"Who is he?"

Everyone's eyes gathered on Ao Yin.

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

Tang San, who had been kicked unconscious, regained awareness amid the shouting. Following everyone's gaze, he saw Ao Yin's spirited figure.

"Pfft—"

Tang San immediately spat out a spray of blood.

He nearly crushed his molars, then threw back his head and let out a broken, despairing roar. "No—!!!"

Wang Sheng immediately had the others from Seventh Dormitory carry Tang San away and warned, "Don't come to Seventh Dormitory to bother Sister Xiao Wu again. I'm afraid Boss Ao might misunderstand."

Ao Yin smiled faintly.

"You dared touch my girl without asking me first?"

The wind stirred his robes, making people unable to resist looking at him twice.

Xiao Chenyu's heart tightened. Oppressed by that aura, he began to think of retreating.

The other boy carried himself nobly. He did not look very old, yet his aura was unfathomable.

Could he be a genius from some great clan? Or the disciple of an important figure at the academy?

If he really was someone like that, Xiao Chenyu could not afford to provoke him. He could only count himself unlucky.

"You don't know who I am?" Ao Yin glanced at him, then swept his gaze over the crowd.

Ling Feng, standing among the crowd, recognized Ao Yin at once and hurriedly shouted:

"Boss Xiao, it's him! He's only a freshman work-study student with no background at all. He was the one who injured me some time ago!"

Ao Yin's gaze abruptly locked onto Ling Feng.

The sharp look made Ling Feng's legs tremble.

Wang Sheng smiled faintly and strode forward. With an outrageously flashy sliding kneel, he arrived at Ao Yin's side, dropped to one knee, and held both hands up to point at Ao Yin!!

"Prick up your ears and listen carefully!"

"This man is the true number one of Notting Academy! The boss of Seventh Dormitory, the man behind Sister Xiao Wu, and Notting Academy's most talented student—Ao Yin!"

Ao Yin looked utterly stunned.

He had never expected Wang Sheng to be so good at putting on a show.

Number one? Xiao Wu's man?

The instant those words fell, the entire place went silent.

Everyone was thoroughly shocked by the overblown introduction.

Xiao Wu shouted excitedly, "Boss Ao is mighty!"

The underlings of Seventh Dormitory also shouted in support. "Boss Ao is mighty!"

"Boss Ao is the true representative of Seventh Dormitory! What the hell was that Tang San just now?"

"Boss Ao, beat that Xiao Chenyu flat!"

The people of Seventh Dormitory followed suit, cheering in unison.

After suffering oppression for so long, someone from Seventh Dormitory would finally bring them honor.