This Year's Seniors Are Pretty Lively

"Zhao Qiansun, I advise you to take that back!" Li Zhihao was already furious, so naturally, he did not hold back at all.

Seeing that things might turn violent, the student from another class who had been chatting with him earlier instinctively backed away.

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

"Damn, this is the first time I've heard that words can be taken back. What, after you take a crap, can you shove it back in 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? Get him out here to 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."

"What thing?"

"To beat you up, obviously. Can't you tell?" The moment Su Wuming finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward and fired a [Rubber Bullet] at Li Zhihao.

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

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

"Get them!!"

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

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

Left with no choice, Su Wuming unleashed [Rubber Gatling] in a Wild Barrage, sending the people on the other side scrambling in all directions after just one exchange.

It was mainly because this was their first time seeing Su Wuming's ability, and they were still stunned. Combined with their lack of actual combat experience, they were overwhelmed from the start and scattered in every direction.

The situation instantly spiraled out of control.

Su Wuming went straight after Li Zhihao. The guy had taken a [Rubber Bullet] from him and was somehow fine. Now that he had come to his senses, he immediately went berserk.

"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 up, his entire face turned an abnormal crimson, like a piece of red-hot iron.

This was actually his ability: an Element Type ability—Heartflame. It was Grade-B Aptitude, infinitely close to Grade-A Aptitude.

Why was it said to be so close? Because Heartflame was a fire born from emotion, and its power depended on the user's emotional state. Among its forms, "ragefire" excelled in offense. The higher one's anger, the stronger the flames.

It was said that when someone's fury reached its peak, even Spirit Martial Practitioners with Grade-A Aptitude had to avoid their edge.

Clearly, Su Wuming had successfully pushed Li Zhihao's anger to the limit. One look at his crimson face, practically about to burst into flames, made that obvious.

Moreover, snowflakes melted wherever Li Zhihao walked, while waves of heat rolled off his body. Su Wuming could feel them before he even got close.

As expected of the top genius in Class Three. A Black Iron Nine-Star Spirit Martial Practitioner with such momentum was clearly no mere showpiece.

At that moment, Su Wuming's fighting spirit was stirred as well. He had spent the past month facing wooden posts every day and was practically bursting from boredom. Li Zhihao was just right for a warm-up.

As Li Zhihao let out a furious roar, the entire area was left with only him and Su Wuming.

Li Zhihao stomped the ground with one foot, producing a thunderous boom. The shoe on that foot instantly exploded, and both his feet turned as crimson as his face. With every step he took, his speed increased.

In just a few blinks, he arrived before Su Wuming. His right fist burned red as he hurled it at him.

Before the fist even arrived, a scorching wave of heat rushed toward Su Wuming.

Rubber Constitution feared fire the most. Su Wuming immediately activated Armament Haki around his fist and threw a full-force punch to meet Li Zhihao's.

The instant the jet-black iron fist collided with the blazing red fist, sparks flew everywhere.

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

The other guy was too strong!

He was clearly only Black Iron Eight-Star. How could he possess such strength?

And what was with that black fist?

What type of Spirit Martial Practitioner was he?

Metal Type?

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

He exhaled thick white vapor through his nose, and the red glow around him intensified.

Since he could not match the other side in close combat, he would play to his strengths and attack from range.

He pressed one hand to his chest and burned straight through his clothes. A cluster of scarlet flames then appeared in his palm. When his other hand lightly touched it, the same scarlet flames ignited over both hands.

Just then, Su Wuming charged over. Li Zhihao flicked both hands toward his path, and in an instant, over a dozen small firebirds made of scarlet flames swarmed toward Su Wuming, forcing him to dodge.

Yet these firebirds seemed to possess consciousness, relentlessly pursuing him.

Su Wuming's eyes widened. There was even a trick like this?

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

When he looked at Li Zhihao again, the other party had already finished charging up. With both fists clenched, he began launching a barrage of strikes through the air.

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

The ragefire within Heartflame was indeed powerful, but it could easily make one lose the instinct to think. Li Zhihao was exactly like that now.

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

At that moment, Su Wuming seemed to be burning just like those flaming birds.

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

His black fists, moving at extreme speed, collided head-on with the dense mass of firebirds.

Explosions from the firebirds boomed continuously in midair.

The students from both 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 spiraled even further out of control.

The flames of battle even spread to other classes, with signs of expanding 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 being distributed. As principal, he had suddenly wanted to inspect their training progress, so every class had come to the Martial Arena that afternoon to find a place.

As he walked, the principal suddenly remembered something and turned to ask 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 at his words and was about to answer when her expression froze. She was a Mind Master with powerful mental force, and she had just sensed what was happening over at the Martial Arena.

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

Just then, the commotion caused by Su Wuming and Li Zhihao's clash reached them. Everyone's expressions changed, and they unconsciously quickened their pace.

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

At the same time, students in the other areas were fighting in a chaotic melee.

"This..."

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

After pausing, he continued, "This year's seniors are pretty lively. Good, very good! This is what Spirit Martial Practitioners should look like!"

The homeroom teachers: Principal, are you serious?

You call this lively?