Armament Haki Shows Its Might

Before Mo Lan mentioned "Mutant Second Awakening," Su Wuming had still been wondering how to explain the changes in himself.

At first, he had decided to play dumb, and that was what he had told Lin Pangpang as well.

But upon hearing her say that, he was instantly overjoyed.

Talk about someone bringing a pillow just when he was getting sleepy.

So Su Wuming immediately put on a bewildered expression and looked at Mo Lan.

"Mentor, could you explain what a Mutant Second Awakening is?"

Mo Lan saw at a glance that Su Wuming was pretending, but she did not expose him. After briefly organizing her thoughts, she began to explain.

"Simply put, it is a Second Awakening, while yours is a mutant-type Second Awakening. Although the chances are extremely low, you are not the only case. Spirit Martial Practitioners with circumstances similar to yours exist in other cities as well; they simply have not been publicly disclosed. At present, you are the only one in Dry City."

"And mutation refers to what happened just now, when your arm extended and lengthened beyond all reason. Since Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioners cultivate their own bodies, the direction of their mutation can only be physical mutation."

"To give another example, Li Wencai, whom you defeated just now, might have his Explosive Flame Second Awakening increase the power of his explosions, or it could mutate and turn into a higher-tier flame."

Only then did everyone nod one after another, wearing expressions of partial understanding.

Mo Lan paused before adding, "Of course, mutations do not necessarily develop in a positive direction. You got lucky. At least for now, your mutation is a good one."

Of course I mutated in a good direction. Anything the system picks has to be good! Su Wuming said to himself inwardly, while outwardly putting on a properly enlightened expression and thanking her.

Lin Pangpang, meanwhile, wore a look of utter disdain.

"No need to thank me. As your strength grows, you would have learned these things sooner or later. And whether a mutation occurs is inseparable from your own experiences. You should know that yourself."

"Mentor Mo Lan, what do you mean by that?" Shi Potian asked in confusion.

"What do I mean? You're asking me about your own student?" Mo Lan did not answer, instead throwing the question back at him. Then she looked at Su Wuming. "Also, there is no need for you to hide your strength. Black Iron Six-Star is enough to prove that your efforts have not been in vain, and it has earned my approval as well."

What!!!

Su Wuming had actually reached Black Iron Six-Star!!!

Had he eaten some miraculous elixir?

All the students were shocked once again. This news was even more astonishing than his mutated Second Awakening.

He had JJ aptitude. Even if he were supplied with unlimited Beast Crystals, it should have been impossible for him to reach this level of cultivation.

Just a week ago, he had still been the bottom-ranked Black Iron with no stars.

How had he suddenly surpassed ninety percent of the class in the blink of an eye?

Homeroom teacher Shi Potian was also immersed in this sudden shock.

He knew almost everything about Su Wuming and truly could not figure out how he had accomplished all this.

Even Lin Pangpang looked betrayed. Su Wuming had actually kept even this from him.

This was far too unbrotherly. This would not be over without at least two meals.

Mo Lan did not continue with further explanations. She had no hobby of exposing other people's secrets.

Helplessly, everyone, including Shi Potian, could only attribute it to the mutated Second Awakening. Perhaps the Second Awakening had caused his cultivation to soar.

"Let's leave it at that. Is anyone else challenging him?" Mo Lan promptly spoke up to stop their speculation.

"I'll do it!"

Zhao Qiansun snapped out of his shock and stepped forward with a shout.

So what if his arms could grow longer? What was there to be surprised about? He was still just a flesh-and-blood Power Type, still afraid of blades and fire. Zhao Qiansun had nearly been bluffed by him.

Zhao Qiansun's aptitude was one grade higher than Li Wencai's, Grade B. His strength was also on the same level as Su Wuming's: Black Iron Six-Star.

He was also a speed-type Spirit Martial Practitioner, Element Type—Gale.

It might not have sounded impressive enough to match his "Grade B" aptitude, but anyone who underestimated people like him had paid the price.

After stepping forward, Zhao Qiansun did not head toward the sparring area. Instead, he walked to the rack of equipment and took down a wooden Tang saber.

"You're not using a weapon?" Zhao Qiansun's words reminded everyone that Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioners mainly used throwing weapons in the early stages, most commonly javelins and shot puts.

"No need. A man fights with his bare fists!"

"Damn, don't go making excuses if you lose."

"Damn, you talk too much. Mentor, can we start? I'm already dying to beat him up."

"Begin!" Mo Lan was equally unwilling to listen to their trash talk and decisively announced the start.

At that instant, Zhao Qiansun swiftly entered a combat state. A layer of cyan light instantly enveloped the wooden Tang saber in his hand, making it appear incomparably sharp.

At the same time, a layer of cyan light coiled around his feet. In the next moment, Zhao Qiansun moved, and his entire body shot forward at a speed even faster than what Su Wuming had displayed earlier.

Though Zhao Qiansun looked carefree and flippant, that was only on the surface.

The real Zhao Qiansun worked just as hard at his daily cultivation.

That was apparent from the series of actions he displayed at the start of the battle.

However, Su Wuming was not flustered in the slightest. Calmly, he unleashed [Rubber Whip].

His right leg instantly lengthened and swept sideways, forcing Zhao Qiansun, who had been circling toward him, to retreat.

As Zhao Qiansun backed away, he silently thanked his luck that he had dodged quickly. He had not even had the chance to swing his saber just now.

Who would have thought that not only could Su Wuming's arms freely lengthen and shorten, but his legs could as well?

This move gave everyone another shock. Even a sharp glint flashed through Mo Lan's single eye, though unfortunately, Zhao Qiansun had reacted in time and dodged it.

Zhao Qiansun quickly came up with a countermeasure: meet force with force. He refused to believe Su Wuming would dare to receive a Tang saber wrapped in wind blades with his bare fists.

This time, Zhao Qiansun still chose to take the initiative. He held the Tang saber upright before him, gripping it straight and ready to block attacks from any direction.

At last, one who knows how to use his brain. Seeing through Zhao Qiansun's intentions, Su Wuming could not help saying this inwardly.

But that was still not enough. It was time to give his lovely classmates another little shock.

Su Wuming suddenly extended his left hand in an aiming gesture, bent his right arm back as though preparing to punch, and turned his body in the direction Zhao Qiansun was moving.

At the same time, he drew upon the Armament Haki within his body and concentrated it in his right fist. In the next moment, his entire fist and wrist turned jet-black, like Steel.

Before Zhao Qiansun or anyone else could react, Su Wuming threw a punch straight at Zhao Qiansun's face.

Zhao Qiansun still had no idea what was happening with Su Wuming's fist. With no time to think, he directly chose to meet it head-on.

The instant the fist collided with the Tang saber wrapped in wind blades.

A crack rang out.

Then Zhao Qiansun was sent flying backward, while the Tang saber in his hand snapped into two pieces.