The Class Monitor's Might

After finishing his check-in, Su Wuming returned to the laboratory classroom.

When he came in, he found that Instructor Mo Lan was absent. Only after asking Pangpang did he learn why.

Today was the day cultivation Beast Crystals were distributed, and all the instructors had gone to collect their classes' shares.

This was one of the school's benefits for students. The crystals were distributed based on each student's cultivation progress and talent, so naturally, everyone received a different amount.

Only then did Su Wuming remember that the school had such a benefit. He just did not know how many crystals someone from the Strength Department like him would receive. In any case, the Strength Department had never received any before, since they could not even pass the assessments. Giving them out would only be a waste.

But even if he received Beast Crystals, it would not be enough to raise his cultivation to Black Iron Nine-Star in a short time. A trip beyond the city walls to the Dark Forest was inevitable.

Just as he was considering how to ask Instructor Mo Lan for leave, the classroom door was pushed open. Zhao Qiansun and Li Wencai walked in with bruised, swollen faces, their hands unconsciously trying to cover their injuries so no one would see them.

"What happened to you two? Who beat you up?" Su Wuming stood and asked.

He was the class monitor, after all. His conflict with Zhao Qiansun and Li Wencai had been an old grievance. He had already beaten them up on the day of the assessment and vented his anger, so the matter had been settled.

Besides, since then, neither of them, nor Qin Ming, had caused trouble for him or Lin Pangpang again.

Lin Pangpang had even told him that the two had become much friendlier toward him and had specifically apologized for what they had said before.

Of course, even without all that, Su Wuming would have gotten involved. This concerned the dignity and authority of his position as class monitor.

Zhao Qiansun did not answer immediately. He looked around, and only after confirming that Qin Ming was absent did he speak.

"Su Wuming—no, Class Monitor. The two of us went to clear the snow from the Martial Arena for the practical combat training later. Damn it, Li Zhihao from Class Three brought his classmates over and forcibly took it."

Zhao Qiansun stopped there. Seeing that, Su Wuming pressed him.

"And then they beat you two up?"

When Li Wencai saw that Zhao Qiansun had not finished the story, he simply explained what happened next directly.

"Not at first. That bastard insisted on asking who we were. It would have been fine if we had not mentioned Boss Qin, but the moment we did, Li Zhihao led his entire class in beating us up."

"You have the nerve to say that? If I hadn't gone back to save you, with my speed, who could've caught me?" Zhao Qiansun was dissatisfied with Li Wencai's explanation.

"Stop, stop, stop. I want to know—does that Li Zhihao have a grudge against Qin Ming?"

"Probably. I remember when he was beating me up, he kept shouting something like, 'How dare you, Qin Ming, seduce my sister!'" Zhao Qiansun had heard it clearly at the time and repeated it outright.

"Just because of that?" Su Wuming looked at them skeptically.

Zhao Qiansun and Li Wencai nodded at the same time.

"What does Li Zhihao's sister look like?" Su Wuming suddenly changed the subject.

The question left the two of them dumbfounded.

No, Class Monitor, shouldn't you be leading us over to get revenge with a grand wave of your hand?

Why were you asking about his sister instead?

"Um... she's quite pretty, just a little aloof." Lin Pangpang suddenly chimed in, answering Su Wuming's question for them.

"Damn it, Pangpang, that's not very brotherly of you. There's a beauty like that, and you didn't tell me?"

"Damn! His sister only transferred here today. Besides, you spend every day being lovey-dovey with that wooden post. How was I supposed to know you'd be interested in women?"

Su Wuming: "..."

"Class Monitor, about the beating we took... what do you think?" Seeing the conversation veering off course, Zhao Qiansun hurriedly interrupted and asked tentatively.

"Of course. Whoever offends Class One, no matter how far away, shall be punished! Everyone assemble. Come with me and take our territory back."

Su Wuming waved his hand and took the lead out of the classroom.

The students in the class immediately perked up. Every day, all they did was cultivate. Their only practical combat consisted of practicing how to use their abilities. Today was a rare chance to have one-on-one outdoor combat training, yet their training ground had been stolen. How could they stand for that?

Besides, with Su Wuming leading them, what was there to fear? They could just treat it as practical combat training.

Zhao Qiansun and Li Wencai stayed at the back, urging the remaining students along, and were the last to leave the classroom.

The moment they stepped outside, Li Wencai suddenly grabbed Zhao Qiansun and whispered, "Old Zhao, is this really okay? What if..."

"There's no what if. Do you want to take that beating for nothing?"

"Will Boss Qin be angry when he finds out we didn't go to him?"

"Old Li, what are you thinking? Boss Qin has gotten involved with that guy's sister. Do you think he'll help us vent our anger? Can't you tell who matters more to him? This is practically an alliance between two major families. What the hell are we?"

Zhao Qiansun was exceptionally clear-headed. There was nothing wrong with what he said, and Li Wencai agreed completely.

"What are you two doing? Hurry up and catch up. Don't want revenge anymore?" Su Wuming had been about to give some instructions when he noticed they had fallen behind, so he called out.

"Coming, coming. With the class monitor here, we'll definitely get our revenge."

"That's right, long live the class monitor!!!"

The two truly deserved to be called Qin Ming's lackeys. The flattery rolled right off their tongues.

"Enough sucking up! Listen carefully. Those from the Food Department and the girls stand in the back. The rest of you, once I scatter their formation, group up and gang up on anyone who gets separated. Pick them off one by one. But watch yourselves—don't hit any vital areas."

"The class monitor is right. We'll just treat them according to the standard they used on us." Zhao Qiansun spoke as he pointed at his bruised face.

That gesture immediately made everyone laugh. They suddenly felt there was a reason he had gotten beaten up. Sympathy was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming was waiting along the road leading to the laboratory building, planning to meet Li Zhihao's sister after she finished her enrollment procedures.

He still knew nothing about what had happened in the class.

On an open patch at the easternmost side of the Martial Arena, Li Zhihao was organizing his classmates to clear more snow from the surrounding area, making the training ground larger. He also told students from another class to keep their distance from Class Three.

"Young Master Li, why did you take Class One's spot? Aren't you afraid their Instructor Mo Lan will come after you?"

At the mention of Instructor Mo Lan, nearly every class had heard of her by now. Female Tyrant was the nickname everyone had given her.

"Sorry, but our instructor isn't afraid of Instructor Mo Lan at all. Naturally, I'm not afraid either. This was also our instructor's decision. She thinks this spot is very suitable for us."

By now, the ground had mostly been cleared, and a large ① could clearly be seen written on the ground.

It was obvious that Li Zhihao's instructor was deliberately targeting Instructor Mo Lan.

"Oh, you've all worked hard. In such cold weather, you even helped us Class One clear out our training ground. Everyone, let's offer our most sincere blessings to thank these hardworking students of Class Three."

Zhao Qiansun was the first to jump out and say,

"I wish you have to retake every subject in the martial exam, and that you pass all your make-up exams!"