"So this is the class Wu Changkong teaches..."
"So impressive—they went from Class Five all the way to Class One in one go!"
Before the morning assembly began, all the other first-year students had unconsciously turned their attention toward the class led by Wu Changkong.
The atmosphere on the field seemed to have been ignited by something, rapidly heating up as discussions sprang up from every direction.
The morning assembly had not officially begun yet. The students stood in formation by class, but the lines had not fully settled. Some turned their heads, some stood on tiptoe, and some peered through gaps in the ranks toward a certain direction.
Those gazes were like beams of light stirred by an invisible hand, all converging on Wu Changkong's class.
"I heard they started in Class Five. In just a few weeks, they fought their way to Class Two, then beat Class One!"
"It wasn't just a win. I heard all three people on the other side had to be carried out after that match."
"I didn't see that one, but I watched the match before it. That Tang Wulin took on three people alone, and in the blink of an eye, they were all sent flying. I hadn't even reacted yet."
"That Gu Yue scattered two Martial Soul Fusion Skills with one move. I still can't figure out how she did it."
"Anyway, they're incredibly strong. Ridiculously strong."
"How do you think they all ended up together?"
"No idea, but Teacher Wu's class is just different."
"Listen to yourself. If Teacher Wu taught our class, could we be that strong too?"
"Master your basic soul skills before you start dreaming."
Discussions drifted out from the formations of every class, rising and falling without end.
Some spoke with genuine admiration, some sourly said,