One Punch Each

"Fine! We'll do as Su Wuming suggested."

Mo Lan spoke up at that moment. 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 rumored—just exaggerated hype.

"I'll go first!"

"Me! Don't fight me for it!"

As Mo Lan's words fell, 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.

"Fine, you go first."

Su Wuming pointed at that Food-Type student.

The entire room instantly fell silent. Everyone looked at the lucky student who had been called out. This was a chance to shine, and he had actually snatched it first.

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

"Fang Mingxiao, what are you, a Food-Type, stirring up trouble for?"

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

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

"Nonsense!" Shi Potian barked.

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

Anger rose in Shi Potian's heart, 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 had to pay for every word and action.

Even if you were Food-Type, it made no difference. She had to make them realize that this was not child's play. On a real battlefield, no one would indulge this nonsense!

With Instructor Mo Lan having put it that way, Fang Mingxiao could only step forward with a stiff upper lip.

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

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

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

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

Su Wuming rubbed his fists, making his bones 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 my utmost respect. I ask that you also give it your all."

Fang Mingxiao: Give it my ass...

"Su Wuming, look, neither of us has any grudge against the other. How about..."

"Combatants, prepare!"

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

"I surren—"

Fang Mingxiao had a sudden idea and was about to shout his surrender. Before the word "surrender" could leave his mouth, Su Wuming hit him with a point-blank attack.

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

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

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

"He can only bully a Food-Type with no combat ability. Put me in there, and I'd teach him how to be a Spirit Martial Practitioner in minutes."

"The student who spoke, step forward!" Instructor Mo Lan showed no indulgence. As Su Wuming had said, anyone unconvinced could come up.

This time, the one who spoke was not Food-Type but one of Qin Ming's lackeys, Li Wencai. He had C-grade aptitude, the Elemental type—Explosive Flame—and was a Black Iron Five-Star.

"Li Wencai, beat him up for my share too," Zhao Qiansun called from behind to Li Wencai, who had stepped forward.

"Don't worry." Li Wencai answered with complete confidence.

After walking to the spot where Su Wuming had previously stood, he looked toward Instructor Mo Lan, signaling that she could begin.

"Begin!" Mo Lan was just as decisive.

"Today, I'll let you know just how laughable and crude Strength-type Spirit Martial Practitioners are before other combat-type Spirit Martial Practitioners."

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

The flames crackled as they burned. This was Explosive Flame's special trait—it carried explosive properties.

"Today, I'll also clear the name of the Strength type and show you what true power is!"

Su Wuming refused to be outdone, then took the initiative to attack.

Li Wencai across from him merely sneered and flung the two fireballs from his hands.

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

Along with the blast, countless sparks shot outward in every direction, exploding a second time when they struck the floor.

Su Wuming was forced back by that move as well. The flames' destructive power severely countered his Rubber Constitution. Getting close as he had before was no longer possible.

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

Su Wuming, who had retreated, placed his left hand on his right shoulder and moved his right arm slightly a few times, making a punching motion.

No one present understood what they were seeing. At first, they thought he was holding something and planning to throw it from afar, but on closer inspection, his hand was empty.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Su Wuming suddenly threw his right fist in Li Wencai's direction.

What happened next nearly made everyone's jaws drop.

Su Wuming's arm suddenly stretched out like a bullet, and his tightly clenched fist precisely struck Li Wencai square in the face, sending his whole 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.

At that moment, Su Wuming dashed over to him and kicked him while he was down, unleashing a barrage of small fists on his face until he fainted.

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 time, everyone was saying something different. Only Lin Pangpang stood there with a calm expression, because he had already been shocked once before.

Even so, witnessing Su Wuming's punch sent waves through his heart once again. He simply did not show it on his face.

"A Mutant Second Awakening?"

Mo Lan suddenly said this, and every pair of eyes in the classroom immediately turned toward her, waiting for her explanation.