Class Committee Selection

"I'm going to fight you to the death!"

Wang Dong was mortified and furious. Like an enraged little lion, she lunged straight at him.

Huo Yuhao had been prepared. He shifted his feet to the side.

He reached back with one hand, turned with the motion, and crossed his arms with precision.

The same familiar formula.

The same familiar move.

Seven-Day Love Lock.

Wang Dong's hands were once again firmly twisted behind her chest. She was forced to turn around, her back pressed against Huo Yuhao's chest once more.

This farce caused by changing clothes without locking the door ended without any suspense.

Wang Dong's cheeks were red with anger as she stamped her feet repeatedly.

But there was really nothing she could do.

Without using soul power or soul skills, relying solely on basic physical abilities, she was far too far behind Huo Yuhao, who had undergone inhuman training.

She could not break free.

If she directly unleashed her soul power,

then once the Light Goddess Butterfly's power spread out, this lousy dormitory would definitely fall apart on the spot.

Not only would she have to compensate for damaged school property, she would also face punishment from the disciplinary office.

She took several deep breaths.

Wang Dong could only swallow the humiliation and stop struggling. With a cold snort, she turned her head away.

The next day.

The morning was still filled with boring theory classes.

That afternoon, Shrek Square.

The students of Freshman Class One stood in several neat rows.

Zhou Yi stood at the front of the formation, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire class.

"This afternoon, we will conduct a practical combat assessment."

Zhou Yi's voice was hoarse and cold.

"While we're at it, we'll select our class monitor. The assessment will use a one-on-one elimination format. Whoever wins in the end will become the official class monitor."

The moment those words came out,

the atmosphere within the formation instantly heated up.

Being a class monitor at Shrek Academy was no simple title. It also meant becoming familiar to the teachers and possibly receiving a greater share of resources.

All the freshmen were eager to try.

But.

Huo Yuhao stood among the crowd with a blank expression, even openly yawning.

If he had merely been a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old high school student before transmigrating, at an age when hot blood ran high, he might have fought until his head bled for the empty prestige of class monitor.

Unfortunately, Huo Yuhao had already been a college student with mature values when he transmigrated.

Class monitor.

That was nothing but the purest, highest-grade beast of burden.

He would have to handle the class's trivial nonsense, run errands, and do miscellaneous chores. It was all thankless hard work.

Not to mention that their homeroom teacher was an old monster like Zhou Yi.

He would even have to report to that unreasonable old woman every day.

He would have to be insane to compete for such a position.

Beside him.

Wang Dong looked entirely different.

Her eyes lit up with excitement. She even inconspicuously turned her head and stared at Huo Yuhao with a cold sneer.

A practical combat assessment.

Did that not mean she could finally use her martial soul and soul skills openly, then beat this bastard senseless without holding back?

Sensing her gaze, Huo Yuhao directly chose to ignore it.

He casually looked over the other students in the class.

Then he completely lost interest in looking any further.

There were more than a hundred students in the class, and nearly all of them were one-ring Soul Masters.

Their soul power generally hovered around Rank Seventeen or Eighteen.

There were barely any two-ring Grand Soul Masters in sight. The overall quality was truly hard to praise.

Since his own classmates were so weak,

Huo Yuhao simply shifted his gaze and began observing the other classes currently having lessons on the field.

Very soon.

His gaze stopped in one direction.

Over at Freshman Class Nine, two conspicuous girls were sparring together in the field.

One of them had short golden hair.

She carried herself with elegant grace, a seven-tiered pagoda shimmering with flowing light held in her hand.

It was a top-tier support-type martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Standing in front of the blonde girl to absorb the damage was a tall, slender girl with fiery red short hair.

After the red-haired girl possessed her martial soul,

her arms were directly covered in fine crimson dragon scales. Her hands became sharp dragon claws, scorching flames rising around her as she fought with ferocious brutality.

They were Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

Huo Yuhao rubbed his chin.

His impression of this master-and-servant pair was truly profound.

Not because their strength was particularly eye-catching.

But because of that utterly outrageous and wild plotline from the later part of the original novel.

When he had first read the part set in the Valley of Love Inquiry, he had only been twelve.

Two perfectly normal young girls had their biological structures forcibly rewritten by the manipulations of some god king who had no business doing such things.

Ning Tian lost her "ghost blessing" and gained a "ghost carving."

Then, relying on that brand-new setup, she finally got her wish and ended up with Wu Feng.

What the hell kind of absurd, heaven-defying nonsense was that?

That plot had delivered an enormous shock to Huo Yuhao's tiny young mind.

But setting that melodramatic plot aside.

Ning Tian's talent was genuinely formidable.

At only eleven years old, she had already broken through to Rank Thirty-One and become a powerful support-type Soul Elder.

That outrageous cultivation speed.

Even among the so-called first-generation Shrek Seven Monsters from ten thousand years ago, it would have been enough to pin that prideful Ning Rongrong to the ground and rub her face in the dirt.

Her talent was good, and her mind was fairly clear as well.

Other than having poor luck in the original novel and failing to cling to the protagonist's thigh, there was almost nothing to criticize.

"Next group."

"Huo Yuhao versus Chen Fei."

Zhou Yi's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Huo Yuhao back from his thoughts.

With both hands in his pockets, he unhurriedly walked to the center of the field.

Across from him.

Stood a boy with a somewhat slight but nimble build.

Rank Seventeen, an agility-attack Soul Master with a tool-type martial soul.

Zhou Yi stood not far away, holding a record board.

"Prepare. Begin."

As her words fell.

A yellow century-old soul ring immediately appeared beneath Chen Fei's feet.

A short dagger glinting with cold light instantly appeared in his palm.

He stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, lowering his center of gravity as he prepared to charge.

Huo Yuhao remained standing calmly where he was.

Yellow, white.

One yellow and one white soul ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Upon seeing that white ten-year soul ring.

Chen Fei froze for a moment, then an obvious sneer of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A useless ten-year ring.

That was it?

This guy had run so fiercely yesterday, yet he turned out to be trash.

Chen Fei no longer hesitated and directly pushed his soul power to its limit.

His speed abruptly surged. Like a light breeze, he sprinted straight toward Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao did not even change his stance.

Among those at the same level, control-type Soul Masters naturally countered agility-attack Soul Masters.

Not to mention that his true spiritual power was enough to crush everyone present.

When Chen Fei was less than three meters away from him.

A faint silvery gleam suddenly lit up in Huo Yuhao's clear, calm eyes.

The white second soul ring beneath his feet.

Suddenly lit up.

Fifth Soul Skill, Mental Telekinesis.

Boom!

An enormous invisible pressure, so overwhelming it was suffocating, instantly erupted from Huo Yuhao's mind. It transformed into a tangible-like crushing weight and smashed viciously downward.

The air let out a dull explosive roar.

Chen Fei did not even have time to react.

He only felt as though a small iron mountain had smashed directly onto his shoulders.

Bang!

Chen Fei's knees crashed violently against the stone slabs.

In an utterly miserable posture, his entire body was pressed flat against the ground by that invisible pressure.

No matter how desperately he urged his soul power to resist, he could not break free.

That telekinetic force was like pig iron welded to his back, pressing him down so heavily that even lifting a finger became a distant hope.

"I... I surrender..."

Chen Fei's face went pale. Sweat covered his forehead as he forced his surrender through clenched teeth.

The battle ended at light speed.

The entire process had taken less than three seconds.

The silver gleam faded from Huo Yuhao's eyes, and the crushing pressure instantly vanished without a trace.

The entire field fell silent.

The freshmen who had been waiting to watch a joke all widened their eyes, so shocked that they could not close their mouths for a long while.

Not far away, Zhou Yi.

The fingers holding her pen suddenly tightened.

She stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, stormy waves rising in her experienced eyes.

Spiritual power.

That was pure, immense spiritual power.

An eleven-year-old two-ring freshman not only possessed the foundation to release spiritual power outward, but could even use a soul skill to solidify that spiritual power and physically suppress an opponent?