One Punch Each

"Alright! We'll do as Su Wuming said."

Mo Lan spoke up then. As the instructor, she had the authority to make that decision.

Even Shi Potian had not expected Mo Lan to agree so readily, and to agree to Su Wuming's exact proposal.

Were these two idiots?

A Black Iron fighter wanted to challenge the entire class? What a joke. And it seemed the people from that organization were not as godlike as the rumors claimed. It was all just exaggerated hype.

"I'll go first!"

"Me! Don't any of you fight me for it!"

As soon as Mo Lan finished speaking, quite a few students in the class scrambled to be the first to face Su Wuming.

Among the loudest were Food-Type Spirit Martial Practitioners like Lin Pangpang.

"Alright, you first."

Su Wuming pointed at that Food-Type student.

The entire room fell silent. Everyone looked toward the lucky student who had been called out. This was a chance to shine, yet he had gotten ahead of them all.

But once they saw who it was, strange expressions appeared on their faces.

"Fang Mingxiao, why are you, a Food Type, joining the chaos?"

"Exactly. Are you planning to stuff Su Wuming to death?"

"I... I..." Fang Mingxiao did not know what to say for a moment.

"Ridiculous!" Shi Potian barked.

"Fang Mingxiao, Su Wuming, step forward!" Yet Instructor Mo Lan suddenly turned serious and motioned for them to come out, once again directly ignoring homeroom teacher Shi Potian's words.

Anger surged in Shi Potian's heart for a moment, but because of her strength and the instructions from above, he did not dare act out. He could only endure it!

"Instructor, I..."

"People must learn to pay for their actions. Otherwise, it will be considered forfeiting the assessment."

The reason Mo Lan did this was to make them understand that from now on, everyone would have to bear the consequences of every word and action.

Even if you were Food Type, it made no difference. She needed them to realize this was not child's play. On a real battlefield, no one would play along with such nonsense!

With Instructor Mo Lan having said that much, Fang Mingxiao could only step forward with a stiff upper lip.

Zhao Qiansun in the front row looked utterly confused. Hadn't they agreed that he would deal with Su Wuming? How had it become Fang Mingxiao instead?

Just as he was about to speak, Qin Ming quietly stopped him from behind.

"Don't ask. You'll have your chance to show off later."

No matter how unwilling Zhao Qiansun was, he had to listen when Qin Ming spoke.

Su Wuming rubbed his fists, making his knuckles crack, and looked at Fang Mingxiao across from him with a wicked grin.

Then he said, "Don't worry. I'll go all out and give you the greatest respect. Please go all out as well."

Fang Mingxiao: Go all out, my ass...

"Su Wuming, look, the two of us have no grudges between us. How about..."

"Combatants, prepare!"

"Begin!" Mo Lan gave Fang Mingxiao no chance to say more and swiftly announced the start.

"I surren—"

Thinking quickly, Fang Mingxiao was about to call for surrender. Before he could get the word "surrender" out, Su Wuming hit him with a point-blank strike.

The next second, Fang Mingxiao flew backward more than ten meters while clutching his nose, blood scattering through the air.

Until he passed out, Fang Mingxiao never saw Su Wuming's move clearly. In the blink of an eye, that face had appeared right in front of him.

"Next!" Su Wuming's expression did not change. Without even looking at Fang Mingxiao lying there, he turned toward the rest of the class.

"He's only bullying a Food Type with no combat ability. If it were me, I'd teach him how to be a Spirit Martial Practitioner in minutes."

"The student who spoke, step forward!" Instructor Mo Lan showed no tolerance. Just as Su Wuming had said, anyone unconvinced could come at him.

This time, the one who spoke was not Food Type, but one of Qin Ming's lackeys, Li Wencai. Grade-C Aptitude, Element Type—Explosive Flame. Cultivation: Black Iron Five-Star.

"Li Wencai, beat him up for my share too!" Zhao Qiansun shouted at Li Wencai from behind.

"Don't worry." Li Wencai answered confidently.

After walking to where Su Wuming had previously stood in the arena, he looked at Instructor Mo Lan and signaled that they could begin.

"Begin!" Mo Lan was equally decisive.

"Today, I'll show you just how laughable and crude Power Types are before other Combat Type Spirit Martial Practitioners!"

As Li Wencai spoke, two clusters of brown flames ignited in his hands.

The flames crackled as they burned. That was Explosive Flame's special property—it carried explosive characteristics.

"Today, I'll clear the name of Power Types too and show you what true power is!"

Su Wuming refused to back down, then took the initiative and attacked.

Li Wencai merely sneered and flung the two balls of flame from his hands.

The brown flames traced elegant arcs through the air before colliding. In the next instant, the two fireballs exploded with a boom.

Along with the blast, countless sparks shot in every direction, detonating again when they struck the floor.

Su Wuming was forced back by that move as well. The flames' destructive power heavily countered his Rubber Constitution, making it impossible for him to get close like before.

Looks like I'll have to show some real skill. I was planning to save this surprise for Zhao Qiansun, but I have no choice now.

Su Wuming retreated, placed his left hand on his right shoulder, moved his right arm slightly a few times, and assumed a punching stance.

No one present understood what they were seeing. At first, they thought he was holding something and preparing a long-range throw, but a closer look showed his hands were empty.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Su Wuming suddenly threw his right fist toward Li Wencai.

What happened next nearly made everyone's jaws drop.

Su Wuming's arm suddenly stretched out like a bullet, and his clenched fist struck Li Wencai squarely in the face, sending his entire body flying.

After landing, Li Wencai did not pass out on the spot like Fang Mingxiao. Instead, he clutched his nose and rolled back and forth on the ground.

Su Wuming then dashed to his side and beat him while he was down, unleashing a barrage of little punches at his face until he finally passed out.

Mo Lan, who should have called a stop, only came to her senses then.

The others came to their senses as well.

"What just happened? Were my eyes playing tricks on me?"

"Yeah, were my eyes playing tricks on me?"

"What was up with Su Wuming's arm? Is he even human?"

"..."

For a while, everyone had something to say. Only Lin Pangpang stood there with a calm expression, because he had already been shocked once before.

Even so, seeing Su Wuming's punch stirred up waves in his heart once again, though none of it showed on his face.

"A Mutant Second Awakening?"

Mo Lan suddenly said that, and at once, everyone in the classroom turned to look at her, waiting for her explanation.