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.

His original plan had been 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 being handed a pillow just when he was getting sleepy.

Thus, 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 through Su Wuming's act at a glance, but she did not expose him. After organizing her thoughts a little, she began explaining.

"Simply put, it is a Second Awakening. Yours is a mutated Second Awakening. Although the odds are extremely low, you are not the only case. There are Spirit Martial Practitioners in other cities with situations similar to yours, but it has not been fully made public. For now, you are the only one in Dry City."

"And mutation refers to what happened just now—your arm extending and lengthening beyond all reason. Since strength-type Spirit Martial Practitioners cultivate their own bodies, the direction of mutation can only be physical mutation."

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

Only then did everyone nod, wearing half-understanding expressions.

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

Of course I mutated in a good direction. Anything chosen by the system had to be good! Su Wuming thought to himself. Outwardly, however, he looked as though he had been enlightened and even thanked her.

Lin Pangpang, meanwhile, looked utterly disdainful.

"You don't 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 understand that yourself."

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

"What do I mean? You're his teacher, yet you're asking me?" Mo Lan retorted instead of answering. 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 were not in vain. You have earned my recognition as well."

What?!

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

Had he eaten some kind of miraculous pill?

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

He had JJ-grade aptitude. Even with an unlimited supply of Beast Crystals, it should have been impossible for him to reach this level of cultivation.

Just one week ago, he had been a zero-star Black Iron, the dead last in the class.

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

Shi Potian, the homeroom teacher, was also immersed in this sudden shock.

He knew almost everything about Su Wuming, yet he truly could not understand how Su Wuming had accomplished all this.

Even Lin Pangpang wore the expression of someone who had been betrayed. Su Wuming had actually kept even this from him.

That was so unbrotherly. This would not be over without at least two meals.

Mo Lan did not offer any further explanation. She had no hobby of exposing other people's secrets.

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

"That is enough of this. Does anyone else wish to challenge him?" Mo Lan promptly spoke up, cutting off everyone's speculation.

"I do!"

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

So what if his arms could stretch? What was so impressive about that? He was still a flesh-and-blood strength-type fighter, still vulnerable to blades and flames. Zhao Qiansun had nearly been bluffed by him.

Zhao Qiansun's aptitude was one grade higher than Li Wencai's—B-grade—and his strength was also on par with Su Wuming's: Black Iron Six-Star.

He was also a speed-type Spirit Martial Practitioner, with the elemental attribute of Gale.

It might not have sounded prestigious enough to match that "B-grade" aptitude, but anyone who looked down on people like him would suffer for it.

After stepping out, Zhao Qiansun did not head for the sparring area. Instead, he walked to the racks holding equipment and took down a wooden Tang saber.

"You're not using a weapon?" Zhao Qiansun's words reminded everyone that strength-type Spirit Martial Practitioners typically relied on thrown weapons during the early stages, usually javelins, shot puts, and the like.

"No need. A man should fight with his bare hands!"

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

"Damn, you sure talk a lot. Mentor, can we start? I can barely hold myself back from beating him up."

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

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

At the same time, green light coiled around his feet. In the next instant, Zhao Qiansun moved, shooting forward at a speed even faster than what Su Wuming had displayed earlier.

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

The real Zhao Qiansun trained diligently every day.

That was clear from the series of actions he displayed the moment the fight began.

Yet 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 withdrew, he silently thanked his quick reflexes. He had not even gotten a chance to swing his saber just now.

It turned out that not only could Su Wuming's arms freely extend and retract, but so could his legs.

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

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

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

Finally, one who knows how to use his brain. Su Wuming saw through Zhao Qiansun's intentions and could not help thinking that.

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

Su Wuming suddenly extended his left hand in an aiming gesture while drawing his right arm back into a punching stance. His body turned in accordance with Zhao Qiansun's movements.

At the same time, he mobilized the Armament Haki within his body and gathered it around his right fist. In the next instant, his entire fist and wrist turned pitch-black, like steel.

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

Zhao Qiansun still had no idea what had happened to 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 sharp crack rang out.

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