One Against Three

As Jun Xuehan ate, Long Qiang, Yan Xing, and Yin Bing exchanged glances and gave a slight wave of their hands. The three people beside them put down their bowls and chopsticks and headed toward Jun Xuehan.

When they reached Jun Xuehan, one of them immediately slammed a hand on the table. "Kid, you're eating all this by yourself. You've finished everything we wanted to eat. What are we supposed to eat now?"

Jun Xuehan finished the last bit in his basin, then looked up at the three of them. "What does what you want to eat have to do with me? There are so many dishes. Isn't that enough for you?"

As he spoke, Jun Xuehan checked the time for the meal. Seeing that ten minutes remained, he prepared to get another serving. After all, he was only eighty percent full and had not truly eaten his fill.

"Kid, you must be new here. You apparently don't understand the rules of the Training Camp. Let us teach you what rules are." As soon as the leader finished speaking, he released his martial soul. After Martial Soul Possession, a yellow soul ring flashed beneath his feet as he charged straight at Jun Xuehan.

Jun Xuehan sidestepped the incoming attack, then reached out and grabbed the attacking arm. He kicked out, and the tremendous force sent the attacker reeling backward. However, with his arm caught, he could not fall.

Jun Xuehan exerted a little force with his hand and pulled the reeling body back. Clenching his left fist, he struck the man in the abdomen. As the man bent over, Jun Xuehan raised his leg and drove his knee into his head.

The enormous force left his mind spinning. He fell straight to the ground and could not get back up for a while.

Jun Xuehan turned his gaze toward the remaining two. There was no need to think about it; these three had come looking for trouble. Yet he had only arrived at the Training Camp yesterday and had kept himself to himself. He had not offended anyone, but someone was already causing him trouble. That made him very unhappy.

Especially since he had not eaten his fill, which made him even more unhappy. Back in Heaven Dou City, for some unknown reason, his appetite had grown enormously. If he did not eat enough, he became hungry very easily.

On top of that, mealtime only lasted half an hour. Now that someone had come looking for trouble, Jun Xuehan was very unhappy—extremely unhappy.

Seeing this, the remaining two exchanged a glance and released their martial souls at the same time. Two yellow soul rings flashed beneath their feet as they charged directly at Jun Xuehan.

Jun Xuehan had no intention of holding back. Watching the two rush toward him, he immediately counterattacked. Facing two soul masters was an extremely easy matter for the current Jun Xuehan. His movements were clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. After only a few exchanges, the battle was already over.

The instructors in the dining hall not only had no intention of stopping it, but watched with great interest instead.

The two people lying on the ground watched Jun Xuehan approach step by step and immediately said, "Wait! You're alone, bullying the three of us. What kind of skill is that? If you've got the guts, wait here while we call some more people over."

Jun Xuehan looked at the three as though they were insane. He had no intention of speaking and simply raised his hand to strike them.

But just as Jun Xuehan made his move, a sturdily built man appeared before the three. He met Jun Xuehan's fist head-on and blocked the attack.

"A friend should show mercy whenever possible. I am Yan Xing. Are you interested in joining our little faction? With your strength, I can guarantee you a top-ten ranking in the Training Camp." Yan Xing looked at Jun Xuehan with a faint smile, but the hand that had caught Jun Xuehan's attack was discreetly hidden behind his back, trembling.

"Join your faction? I have no interest. True geniuses do not gather in groups; only trash band together." Jun Xuehan looked at Yan Xing, who had blocked his attack. Without needing to think, he already knew that the three who had come to cause trouble had most likely been sent by Yan Xing.

Even if they had not been, this Yan Xing before him was still one of the people behind it. Therefore, Jun Xuehan had no intention of being polite to anyone who came looking for trouble.

"Haha, true geniuses do not gather in groups; only trash band together! Well said. That's exactly what I think too. Only trash forms factions in the Training Camp to secure their rankings." A man with loose, unbound hair slowly walked over, casting a sidelong glance at Yan Xing. His voice was dripping with mockery.

"Zong Ming, what do you mean by this?" Yan Xing's face had already darkened when he heard Jun Xuehan's words. Now, after hearing Zong Ming, it was so grim it seemed ready to drip water.

"What do I mean? Isn't my meaning obvious enough? If you're not convinced, let's find a place for a One-on-One. What do you say?" Zong Ming gave a light laugh and looked at him with open ridicule.

Yan Xing took a deep breath and was just about to say something when a hand landed on his shoulder and a calm voice sounded behind him.

"Yan Xing, it's time for training. If you're late, the instructors will punish you." Long Qiang glanced at Jun Xuehan and Zong Ming before withdrawing his gaze and walking toward the square.

Yan Xing looked at the two of them and said flatly, "Zong Ming, I'll remember this. We'll settle the score during the trial! And you, if you want a good ranking in the Training Camp, you'd better join a faction."

After leaving behind those threatening words, Yan Xing turned and headed toward the square.

Zong Ming merely gave a light laugh and paid it no mind.

Jun Xuehan, meanwhile, acted as though he had heard nothing and walked outside.

Jun Xuehan knew what trial Yan Xing was referring to.

A trial was held in the Training Camp every year. Only the top ten who passed the trial could participate in the following one-on-one matches to determine their rankings within the Training Camp.

From what he had learned yesterday, the instructors would not accompany them during the trial. No matter what methods they used, as long as they passed the trial, it was enough. Therefore, the trial was basically the best place to pull tricks. Since the instructors ignored the process and cared only about the results, it was also the best place to settle grudges.

Yet neither Jun Xuehan nor Zong Ming took Yan Xing's words to heart. Zong Ming simply was not afraid, while Jun Xuehan had confidence in his own strength. Jun Xuehan's current strength was no weaker than any Soul Grandmaster, and how much stronger he would become in a year was completely unknown.

More importantly, he still had a trump card: the Azure Jade Phoenix Left Leg Bone. It was his greatest trump card at present, one that could basically make him invincible within the Training Camp.

Of course, that invincibility referred to the trainees and did not include the instructors.