"Damn—if the old man hadn't been here today, I'd have beaten you till peach blossoms bloomed all over your face."
Zhao Qiansun was still fuming and had completely forgotten why he had come here in the first place: to win Lin Pangpang over again.
Now, he had no intention of recruiting him anymore.
"Damn—if the old man hadn't been here today, I'd have beaten you into the last character of your name."
"Shut up, all of you! Get to class, now! You three, which class are you from? Tell me your names. I'm reporting this to your homeroom teacher."
The old gatekeeper felt that Zhao Qiansun and Su Wuming had made him lose face. He decided to teach them that an old man would always be an old man. As for Lin Pangpang, he was merely collateral damage.
The moment he said that, Zhao Qiansun took off like smoke, leaving Su Wuming and Lin Pangpang with their arms firmly seized by the old man.
"Sir, the one who ran away is Zhao Qiansun. I'm Qin Ming, and he's Li Wencai." Seeing that things were going badly, Su Wuming immediately gave him three names.
Lin Pangpang was completely dumbfounded. Was it really okay to deceive an old man like that?
Those three names just happened to belong to people Su Wuming had grudges against.
"Very good. Since you're so sincere, I'll put in a good word for you." Looking satisfied, the old gatekeeper released the two of them and walked back toward the security booth with his hands behind his back.
Su Wuming was beginning to wonder whether he would actually tell their homeroom teacher.
"Enough staring. Is the old man's back really that good-looking? Hurry up, or we'll be late for assembly."
The assessment was being held in the experimental building behind the school field. By the time the two arrived, they slipped into the assessment classroom at the very last second.
The moment their homeroom teacher, Shi Potian, saw Su Wuming enter, he could not help frowning.
What was this guy doing here?
Didn't he know his own limits?
Was he asking to be humiliated?
Unable to figure it out, Shi Potian could not help asking, "Su Wuming, what are you doing here?"
That tone was hardly a question. It sounded more like a reprimand, and the instructor standing beside him frowned as well.
However, she was not displeased with Su Wuming, but with Shi Potian.
As a homeroom teacher, barking at his own student like that was rather lacking in professional ethics.
At that moment, Su Wuming was examining the classroom. It was extremely spacious, about the size of an indoor basketball court.
All kinds of equipment lined both sides, along with several training dummies.
He had barely taken two looks when Shi Potian's sharp question interrupted him, immediately souring his mood.
Quite a few students had already turned to look at him. Their gazes were filled with surprise, some even with mockery. Zhao Qiansun in particular was raising his middle finger at him.
Su Wuming ignored those looks. Raising his head, he stared straight at Shi Potian and answered in a firm, forceful voice, one word at a time, "Re! Port! Ing! Sir! I! Am! Here! For! The! Assessment!"
After he finished speaking, the expressions in the students' eyes turned strange.
Had Su Wuming gone crazy?
He actually dared speak to the homeroom teacher like that!!!
Shi Potian was also somewhat surprised. Today's Su Wuming seemed like a different person, no longer someone who could be cowed by a casual scolding.
"Damn—you're a Power Type. What's the point of taking the assessment? Are you here to be a negative example for us?"
Shi Potian was about to speak when Zhao Qiansun beat him to it.
Shi Potian said nothing about it, tacitly approving Zhao Qiansun's words.
There truly was no point in a Power Type taking the assessment. His aptitude was what it was. Even if he passed this assessment, there was no way he could pass the later ones. It would all be futile.
"Excuse me, is there any school rule stating that Power Types are forbidden from taking part in assessments? Teacher! Please answer me!"
"Su Wuming! You—" Shi Potian was about to rebuke him when the instructor beside him interrupted.
"This student is correct. Neither this school nor the entire Dragon Nation has such a rule."
Su Wuming had noticed this instructor from the moment he entered. Not only him—he believed every male present had noticed her as well.
She had a perfect figure, with straight, slender legs and a slim waist.
Further up, even her fitted black combat suit could not restrain those surging curves.
Higher still was a standard oval face, shoulder-length hair, and a headband wrapped around her forehead.
The only flaw was her single eye. A five-centimeter claw scar ran across her left eye, which remained shut.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would find that the scar instead added a distinct, violent beauty to her.
Su Wuming's first impression of her was that she was a female Zoro!
When she spoke up for him, warmth immediately rose in Su Wuming's heart.
However, she continued, "But how are you going to convince me to acknowledge you? Courage and confidence in your words alone are not enough."
"Oh, right. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Lan. I am the instructor for this assessment, and I will also be your practical combat cultivation instructor in the future."
After speaking, Mo Lan took the initiative to step in front of Shi Potian. Her seemingly slender body blocked his line of sight as she fixed Su Wuming with her single eye, awaiting his answer.
Mo Lan was unlike the school's other teachers. Having fought Demon Beasts herself, she trusted her own judgment deeply. She had seen a temperament in Su Wuming that differed from everyone else present, as well as absolute confidence in his eyes.
Su Wuming likewise sensed the strength and efficiency radiating from within her, as well as her rigorous attitude toward everything she did.
If she became his instructor in the future, he would surely have a chance to rise.
Moreover, Instructor Mo Lan seemed to have noticed something about his condition.
She was giving him an opportunity, but it was also a test. Naturally, Su Wuming would not let it pass him by.
Just as he was about to answer her question, before he could even open his mouth, Zhao Qiansun, that lackey, cut in again. "Instructor, why don't the two of us have a match? If he beats me, then he'll be qualified."
"Fine!" Shi Potian immediately took over the conversation and voiced his approval. He was somewhat displeased by Mo Lan's earlier attempt to take charge, though he did not show it. Supporting Zhao Qiansun now was his way of undermining her.
Mo Lan remained silent. She did not even look at Zhao Qiansun, merely signaling to Su Wuming with her eyes.
"I accept the proposal. It's not that I look down on you, Zhao Qiansun, but... Pangpang, crouch down." Halfway through his words, Su Wuming suddenly told Lin Pangpang beside him to crouch.
This action left everyone baffled. Only Lin Pangpang knew what Su Wuming was planning.
Honestly, he did not want to do it, but his body obediently crouched down anyway.
Su Wuming continued, "But everyone standing here is trash. I'll make this clear: starting today, I, Su Wuming, will be the class monitor for this class's practical combat cultivation course. Anyone who disagrees can challenge me. I guarantee I'll beat you until you submit!"
The moment those words came out, they instantly provoked public outrage.
"Su Wuming, you sure have a mouth bigger than your feet stink."
"Look at those dark circles under his eyes. Did he get stupid from lifting weights?"
"Don't think I won't beat you just because you're handsome, pretty boy."
"Stop talking big. I'll fight you!"
"Zhao Qiansun, you don't need to step in. I'll do it!"
"..."
After saying those words, Su Wuming immediately felt much better. It felt amazing to finally let it all out!
Watching everything unfold, Mo Lan's lips unconsciously curled upward.
"Sure enough, a young person without fire isn't a qualified Spirit Martial Practitioner..."
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