"You only needed to trade one punch with him. I never asked you two to fight," Su Wuming explained.
"Then I'll try to hold back."
"No, use your usual strength."
Listening from the side, Lin Pangpang seemed to realize something. He lowered his head to look at the scroll in his hand, then said, "Do as Wuming says. You don't need to take the hit—just trade punches. No one's going to die."
With that, Lin Pangpang took the initiative to step aside and used his spirit power to activate the scroll.
This one was different from the scroll Qin Ming had previously given Brother Li. There was no dazzling glow; the black rune on the scroll flashed once and vanished directly into Lin Pangpang's body.
Immediately afterward, Lin Pangpang stared at his suddenly pitch-black right fist in disbelief. The other students were no different.
They had all seen Su Wuming's martial skill that turned his fists or body black. Li Lei, Qin Ming, and Zhang Xiaolong in particular had just experienced it firsthand. Lin Pangpang counted as well—this was his second time experiencing it, except this time, he had used it without relying on Su Wuming.
At once, everyone turned to look at Su Wuming. So far, the only person in all of Dragon Nation they knew who could use this move was Su Wuming.
In other words, he had made this scroll.
"Class monitor, y-you... you're Silver Rank?"
"If I were Silver Rank, would I still be playing around here with you guys? Stop guessing. I made it, but it hasn't reached Silver Rank standards. This martial skill can grow, though. I call it Armament Haki!"
Hiss~~
At that moment, the entire class fell silent and drew sharp breaths.
The words "can grow" were simply too alluring. At this