This Year's Seniors Were Quite Lively

"Zhao Qiansun, I advise you to take back what you just said!" Li Zhihao was already furious, so naturally, he did not hold back his words.

The student from another class who had been chatting with him earlier saw that things might turn violent and instinctively stepped back.

Even though Li Zhihao was angry, he was no fool. Seeing that the other side had more people, he also retreated to the front of his own class.

"Damn, this is the first time I've heard that words can be taken back. What, can you take your crap back after you've taken a dump too? Why don't you demonstrate for us, Young Master Li?"

With Su Wuming backing him up now, Zhao Qiansun was even more confident than Li Zhihao.

"Where's Qin Ming? Tell him to come out and keep his dog in line."

Those words struck directly at Zhao Qiansun and Li Wencai's sore spots. Fortunately, Su Wuming stepped forward at that moment.

"This has nothing to do with Qin Ming. I'm the class monitor. I came here today for one thing only."

"What is it?"

"To beat you up, obviously. Can't you tell?" The moment Su Wuming finished the first half of his sentence, he suddenly sprang forward and fired a [Rubber Bullet] at Li Zhihao.

Other than the students from Class One, no one present had seen Su Wuming's ability before. Instructor Mo Lan had strictly forbidden anyone from leaking the abilities of students within the class.

Caught completely off guard, Li Zhihao took a punch to the left cheek and was sent flying backward along with several students behind him.

"Get them!!"

The moment Su Wuming made his move, Zhao Qiansun shouted and charged forward.

With him taking the lead, Su Wuming's earlier plan was about to be thrown into disarray.

Left with no choice, Su Wuming unleashed [Rubber Gatling], throwing punches in every direction and forcing the people opposite him to scatter after just one exchange.

It was mainly because this was their first time seeing Su Wuming's ability, and they were still stunned. On top of that, most of them had little actual combat experience, so they were overwhelmed right from the start and fled in all directions.

The situation spiraled out of control in an instant.

Su Wuming charged straight after Li Zhihao. The guy had taken a [Rubber Bullet] from him and was somehow fine. Now that he had recovered, he immediately flew into a rage.

"You're dead!!!" Li Zhihao was utterly enraged. In all his life, this was the first time someone had slapped him in the face. It was an absolute humiliation.

The instant he got to his feet, his whole face turned crimson, like heated iron—an obviously unnatural sight.

This was actually his ability: an elemental-type ability called Heartflame. He possessed Grade-B Aptitude, infinitely close to Grade-A Aptitude.

Why was that? Because Heartflame was a flame fueled by emotion. Its power depended on the intensity of the user's emotions. Among them, "ragefire" excelled in attack—the greater the anger, the stronger the flames.

It was said that someone had once maxed out their rage to the point where even spiritual martial artists with Grade-A Aptitude had to avoid their edge.

Clearly, Su Wuming had successfully pushed Li Zhihao's rage to the limit. One look at his face, so red it seemed ready to burst into flame, made that obvious.

What was more, snowflakes around the places Li Zhihao passed melted one after another. Waves of heat rolled off his body, and Su Wuming could feel them before he even got close.

As expected of the number-one genius in Class Three. He already possessed such presence at Black Iron Nine-Star. He was obviously no show-off.

Su Wuming's fighting spirit was roused as well. He had spent the past month keeping company with wooden dummies every day, and it had left him stifled. Li Zhihao was perfect for warming up.

As Li Zhihao let out a furious roar, the area suddenly emptied until only he and Su Wuming remained.

Li Zhihao stomped down hard with one foot, producing a thunderous boom. The shoe beneath his foot exploded, and his feet turned as crimson as his face. With every step he took, his speed increased further.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Su Wuming. His right fist burned red as he hurled it at him.

Before the punch even arrived, a scorching wave of heat blasted toward Su Wuming.

Rubber Constitution feared fire most of all. Su Wuming immediately activated Armament Haki around his fist and threw a powerful punch to meet Li Zhihao's.

The instant the jet-black iron fist collided with the fiery-red fist, sparks exploded into the air.

Li Zhihao was forced directly backward, and his entire right arm, including his hand, went numb.

The other man was too strong!

He was clearly only Black Iron Eight-Star, so how could he possess such strength?

And what was with that black fist of his?

What type of spiritual martial artist was he?

Metal-type?

Those questions flashed through Li Zhihao's mind, but rather than making him think further, they only made him angrier.

Thick white vapor streamed from his nostrils, while the red glow around him intensified.

Since he could not match the other man's close-range strength, he would play to his own advantage and attack from afar.

He pressed one hand against his chest, burning straight through his clothes. A ball of crimson flame appeared in his palm, and when his other hand lightly touched it, the same crimson flames immediately appeared over both hands.

At that moment, Su Wuming happened to rush toward him. Li Zhihao flung out both hands along Su Wuming's path, and more than a dozen small firebirds made of crimson flame instantly surrounded Su Wuming, forcing him to dodge.

Yet those firebirds seemed to possess awareness, relentlessly pursuing him without letting up.

Su Wuming's eyes widened. There was an ability like this?

In response, Su Wuming wrapped both hands in Armament Haki and threw punch after punch, shattering the firebirds.

When he looked back at Li Zhihao, the other man had already finished charging up. Clenching both fists, he launched a barrage of long-range strikes at Su Wuming.

In Su Wuming's eyes, Li Zhihao's move looked far too much like a miniature version of Morning Peacock. No, at this size, it was more like a tiny sparrow.

The ragefire of Heartflame was indeed powerful, but it easily caused people to lose their instinct to think. Li Zhihao was exactly like that right now.

This move unleashed a dense swarm of firebirds, but it also rapidly drained the spiritual power within his body. Ragefire was born from the heart, so it also placed a considerable burden on both the body and mind. However, Li Zhihao did not care about any of that right now. He only wanted to destroy Su Wuming.

At that moment, Su Wuming seemed to ignite just like those burning firebirds.

He did not even bother dodging. He fully activated Armament Haki to reinforce both hands, then unleashed [Rubber Gatling].

His black fists flew at extreme speed, colliding head-on with the dense flock of firebirds.

Explosions from the firebirds boomed continuously in midair.

The students from the two classes, who had already stopped fighting to watch the show, were stirred up again. The moment they exchanged looks, they immediately started fighting once more, and the situation once again spiraled out of control.

The conflict even spread to the other classes, showing faint signs of escalating further.

At the same time, a group of more than twenty people was walking in this direction.

At the front was the principal, followed by instructors and the homeroom teachers of each class.

Today was the day Beast Crystals were distributed. The principal had suddenly wanted to inspect the students' cultivation progress, so every class had come to the training grounds that afternoon to find a spot.

As they walked, the principal suddenly remembered something and turned to Instructor Mo Lan behind him. "By the way, I want to meet that Su Wuming from your class. Tsk, tsk, a once-in-a-century talent."

Mo Lan nodded upon hearing that and was about to answer when her expression froze. She was a divine sense practitioner with powerful mental strength, and she had just sensed the situation at the training grounds.

Her expression quickly returned to normal. "Perhaps you can see him right now."

At that moment, the commotion caused by the clash between the two at the training grounds reached them. Everyone's expressions changed, and they could not help quickening their pace.

When they arrived, they happened to see Su Wuming and Li Zhihao furiously exchanging blows.

They also saw other students fighting in a chaotic mess throughout the surrounding areas.

"This..."

For a moment, the principal did not know what to say.

After pausing, he continued, "This year's seniors are quite lively. Good, very good! This is what spiritual martial artists should be like!"

The homeroom teachers: Principal, are you serious?

You call this lively?