Transfer Student

Jiangcheng No. 2 High School, martial arts class.

The moment Fang Xiong appeared, the clamor in the classroom abruptly died down.

"Pan Wei, come in."

Fang Xiong's expression was calm as he spoke quietly toward the door.

As soon as he finished speaking, a broad, muscular man with a long saber hanging at his waist walked into the classroom.

"His name is Pan Wei. He's a new transfer student and will be studying with everyone until the Martial Exam ends."

Fang Xiong introduced him to the class.

Pan Wei surveyed the crowd below the podium, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes. "Everyone, I'll only be staying in this little place for one month."

"You don't need to try getting chummy with me, either. We live in different worlds, so there's no need to waste each other's time."

"Oh, right. I nearly forgot to introduce where I'm from—I'm from the Imperial Capital."

Someone from the Imperial Capital!

The students below, who had been visibly angry just moments ago, looked stunned when they heard "Imperial Capital."

"He's actually from the Imperial Capital!"

"No wonder he's so arrogant. He came from the Imperial Capital!"

"Can't afford to provoke him, can't afford to provoke him."

Listening to the whispers below, Fang Xiong could not help frowning as he shouted in a low voice,

"Pan Wei, didn't your family elders tell you not to cause trouble before you came to River City?"

"Don't forget, you came here to seize Martial Exam slots that originally belonged to River City. If you take things too far, you should know what the consequences will be."

Pan Wei showed no sign of reflection. Instead, he replied as if it were only natural,

"Teacher Fang, martial artists speak through strength."

"If the admission quotas for the three great academies hadn't been distributed across every region, leaving the Imperial Capital with too few slots, why would I need to come to a backwater like this?"

"If you River City people truly have what it takes, eliminate me during the Martial Exam. I wouldn't mind at all."

Before Fang Xiong could speak, a cold voice suddenly rose from among the students below.

"I heard that before every Martial Exam, people from the Imperial Capital, Upper River, and Huaying send experts to seize martial university slots from other regions."

"You should be one of them, shouldn't you?"

Wang Qianjun gripped the Black Profound Spear, his gaze fixed firmly upon Pan Wei and his expression incomparably stern.

On the martial path, talent was important, but martial resources were even more crucial.

Setting New Moon aside, the three places where Crimson Radiance Star's resources were most concentrated were naturally the Imperial Capital, Upper River, and Huaying.

The descendants of martial artists from those three regions enjoyed the finest martial resources. Therefore, even with equal talent, they would still be stronger than those from other regions.

However, in order to ease internal conflicts on Crimson Radiance Star, the three great academies allocated only a limited number of admission slots to each region, preventing any one region from monopolizing them.

Still, although the Imperial Capital, Upper River, and Huaying had been given additional slots, it was far from enough to satisfy all the martial students in those three places.

Where there were policies, there were countermeasures.

Thus, martial students from the Imperial Capital, Upper River, and Huaying secretly used special methods to change their regional identities, allowing them to take Martial Exams elsewhere and occupy some of those regions' martial university slots.

Pan Wei was one of them.

"Oh? There's actually someone willing to stand out?" Pan Wei looked at Wang Qianjun, his expression growing somewhat more serious.

Martial artists spoke through strength.

He could clearly sense that Wang Qianjun's strength was not much different from his own.

"Looks like you're planning to stand up for these trash?"

Pan Wei curled his lips and smiled faintly.

"Stand up for them?" Wang Qianjun swept his gaze across the crowd who had recoiled at the words "Imperial Capital," then shook his head slightly.

"Sorry, I have no interest in standing up for the weak."

"I simply want to test for myself just how strong martial artists from the Imperial Capital are."

"I hope your strength won't disappoint me."

As soon as he spoke, he stepped forward and leaped across dozens of meters, the Black Profound Spear thrusting straight toward Pan Wei's brow.

"You're somewhat interesting!" Pan Wei's interest was piqued. In an instant, he drew his saber and struck the Black Profound Spear aside.

At the same time, he slid along the spear and closed in.

How could Wang Qianjun let him have his way? He took a step back, violently twisted his waist, and swept the Black Profound Spear across with immense force.

"Army Breaker!"

Pan Wei did not dare underestimate that fierce spear strike. He stomped the ground, gathered his strength, and slashed out.

"Tiger's Roar!"

As the blade tore through the air, faint tiger roars actually rang out, shaking the soul.

Boom!

The spear and saber collided violently, producing a piercing explosion.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Both men's blood surged as their faces reddened, and they staggered backward dozens of steps.

Wang Qianjun retreated all the way until his back hit the wall before he barely stopped himself.

Pan Wei was no better off. He retreated to the doorway and forcibly grabbed the doorframe before finally steadying himself.

He really is an expert!!!

Both men could not help thinking the same thing.

Both were at the Body Tempering Eighth Layer and had mastered martial techniques at the proficient level. Their strength was astonishingly close.

"Your strength is impressive. You should be the strongest person in this class, right? What's your name?" Pan Wei took a deep breath before asking.

"Wang Qianjun." Wang Qianjun answered quietly, then added, "As for the strongest person in this class..."

"I used to be. Not anymore."

"What do you mean?!!" Pan Wei froze, unable to understand what Wang Qianjun meant.

What did he mean, he used to be, but was not anymore?

Could there be someone in this class stronger than Wang Qianjun?

Just then, a calm voice suddenly sounded behind Pan Wei.

"Move. Don't block the doorway."

Who?

Pan Wei was startled at first. He had not sensed anyone approaching from behind him at all.

But immediately afterward, anger rose in his heart.

"Can't you see I'm talking to Wang Qianjun? What are you butting in for?!"

He had intended to establish his authority by defeating Wang Qianjun, only for them to end in a draw.

He was already in a foul mood.

And now, by sheer coincidence, some blind fool had come looking for trouble!

The next moment, he spun around and drew his saber, swinging its flat toward the person behind him.

Yet his strike missed.

The newcomer's figure was like drifting mist, elusive and unfixed. He brushed past the edge of Pan Wei's full-force strike and abruptly closed in.

Clang!

The crisp sound of a blade being drawn rang out.

A chilling flash of saber light swept through Pan Wei's vision, instantly sending a shiver through his heart.

The next instant, the flat of the blade smashed viciously into Pan Wei's face.

Bang!

There had been no restraint in that strike. Pan Wei was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

"I told you, a good dog doesn't block the road. What bad luck."

Chen Yu's expression darkened slightly as he slowly sheathed his saber.

Some of the excitement he had felt over bringing the Thunder Extreme Saber to perfection had dissipated because of this inexplicable idiot who had attacked him.

Fang Xiong's previously gloomy face broke into a smile when he saw Chen Yu.

"Looks like you haven't wasted these past few days, kid?"

Chen Yu had taken several days of leave from him. Now that he had returned to the martial arts class, he must have made some more progress on the martial path.

Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"I was fortunate enough to make a breakthrough."