The Class Monitor Changes Hands

After Qin Ming was carried away, the medical staff prepared to carry Su Wuming away as well, but Lin Pangpang stopped them.

"He's fine. One chicken drumstick will do."

The moment he said that, everyone gave him strange looks.

Are you two really good brothers?

Listen to that—does that sound like something a human would say?

What no one noticed, however, was that when Lin Pangpang said the words "chicken drumstick," Su Wuming's body trembled slightly.

Lin Pangpang took out a packaged braised chicken drumstick from the backpack on his back.

He opened the package and used his ability on it—Blood Vitality Infusion.

A fragrant aroma immediately spread through the classroom. During Su Wuming's absence, Lin Pangpang had experimented with his ability and discovered that ordinary meat allowed it to produce its greatest effect.

It was unlike the sausages from before, which were made of who knew what and had only limited results.

Even the poorest students present had eaten braised chicken drumsticks before. Yet after receiving Lin Pangpang's enhancement, the scent it gave off made quite a few of them swallow involuntarily. Their gazes were drawn to the drumstick, and they wanted nothing more than to rush over and take a huge bite.

Just then, Su Wuming's head suddenly appeared in front of Lin Pangpang. Looking more closely, his body was still lying on the ground; only his neck had stretched out enormously.

No one found this strange anymore. At this point, even if Su Wuming plucked out his nose hairs and jumped rope with them, nobody would be surprised.

Ahhh—

Su Wuming suddenly opened his mouth wide. With a single bite, the chicken drumstick in Lin Pangpang's hand vanished.

When they looked again, Su Wuming's neck had already retracted. He lay there chewing his food rapidly, the sound of bones being crushed coming from his mouth, before quickly swallowing it all in one gulp.

A large bulge could be seen moving down his throat like a ball.

Quite a few students looked envious at the sight.

Now that was a good set of teeth and a strong stomach. Everything tasted good when he ate it.

Then, the next scene once again refreshed everyone's understanding of reality.

Only seconds after finishing the drumstick, Su Wuming seemed like a completely different person as he instantly sprang up from the ground.

"He recovered just like that?"

"Is his digestive system really that powerful?"

"Is his stomach full of sulfuric acid or something?!"

"..."

Su Wuming looked toward the student who had mentioned sulfuric acid. It was Liu Chuang, who had awakened the same element as Li Wencai.

"Whether it's sulfuric acid or not, why don't you let me swallow you and find out?"

After saying that, Su Wuming suddenly activated his rubber ability, stretching his mouth open so wide that it looked capable of swallowing a person whole.

"Ew, there are still bits of chive stuck in there. You had chive pockets this morning, didn't you? Close your mouth already. The chive smell is way too strong."

After hearing that, Su Wuming was completely at a loss.

Who said that just now?

Wasn't that an incredibly weird thing to focus on? Was the important part really the chive pockets? Shouldn't it have been his giant, gaping mouth?

After being thrown off by that student's bizarre focus, Su Wuming lost all interest in scaring Liu Chuang and instead asked:

"Does anyone else still have objections?"

The moment he said this, every student obediently shook their heads. After all, Li Wencai was still unconscious.

Seeing this, Su Wuming nodded in satisfaction and turned to Instructor Mo Lan.

"Instructor, do I qualify to take the assessment now?"

"There's no need for an assessment. You've passed directly." Mo Lan directly granted him a pass.

Surprisingly, everyone agreed with Instructor Mo Lan's decision this time.

You had already beaten the strongest fighter in the class flat. What was left to assess?

This result was also within Su Wuming's expectations. This assessment had originally been meant to evaluate personal cultivation and one's use of their own ability.

Su Wuming had already proven all of that through four battles.

Next, at Mo Lan's request, the others underwent their assessments one by one. Throughout the process, she never took out a notebook or pen to make records, completely confident in her own memory.

In the end, forty people passed the assessment, including the four who had previously been knocked unconscious by Su Wuming.

Fifteen were eliminated. Later, they would form a new class together with students from other classes who had also failed their assessments.

Of course, if any of them managed to pass the assessment again through hard work, they could still return here. However, such cases were extremely rare.

And as he had wished, Su Wuming became the class monitor for practical cultivation class.

When Mo Lan announced the news, Qin Ming's face turned visibly livid, and he silently etched this grudge into his heart.

He thought that Su Wuming had merely gotten lucky, achieving a second awakening that increased his cultivation.

In the future, without sufficient resources, Su Wuming would still be left behind by him once again.

Qin Ming, on the other hand, would never have to worry about cultivation resources. There had been plenty of people like Su Wuming who rose suddenly to prominence, but in the end, hadn't they all lost to reality? They worried every day over cultivation resources and ultimately chose to attach themselves to powerful clans.

Meanwhile, Shi Potian led the students who had failed the assessment out of the experimental building.

After that, Mo Lan began formally teaching them.

Her course was simple and direct: cultivation at noon, practical combat in the afternoon.

Practical combat was not just sparring. Mo Lan also explained combat techniques, along with methods and experience in using each person's own ability and developing martial skills.

All of this was inseparable from the methods of using the Dao Guidance Method.

They had only just awakened and were all at the Black Iron Rank. Their combat strength lacked much in the way of technique, and their abilities had only been developed to a limited extent. Only upon reaching the Silver Rank would they undergo a qualitative leap. At that point, battles would become far more varied.

Of course, food-type spirit martial artists were not included in practical combat. However, Mo Lan required them to undergo physical training while being able to use their abilities quickly and proficiently, learning to release their abilities freely during intense exercise.

However, they were not allowed to use their abilities to restore stamina during physical training.

There were five food-type spirit martial artists in Class One of Senior Year Three. Every one of them had imagined sitting off to the side, eating snacks while watching the other students train. They never expected to receive this kind of treatment.

It was completely opposite to what they had imagined. Instead, they felt that they were receiving even more training than the combat-type students.

Who could they even complain to about this?

Hadn't they said food-type users were pampered wherever they went?

They had truly gotten that wrong. Although food-type users received ample protection on the battlefield,

they were often the enemy's primary targets for elimination.

Leaving aside anything else, surely they couldn't have someone carry them around specifically while marching.

On the battlefield, everyone had their own role. As food-type support, they often had to keep up with their teammates at all times, providing sufficient support, healing, and recovery.

What Mo Lan was doing was essentially helping them adapt to all of this in advance.

This made Lin Pangpang miserable. He immediately regretted giving the chicken drumstick to Su Wuming.

Look at the other four—they were all well-proportioned. With his build, he would definitely be the first to collapse from exhaustion.

Su Wuming expressed his sympathy for him for one second.