Infinite Loop

"Of course. I'm the strongest in Class One!"

Wang Dong'er lifted her fair, swan-like neck and struck an arrogant pose.

Soon, she came to her senses, and her expression fell slightly as she complained mournfully, "Wait, doesn't that mean I'll have to stay in Class One for the rest of my life?"

Wang Xiao glanced sideways at her. Dong'er was a little airheaded—was she really suitable to marry?

"You stinking Wang Xiao, you have to help me. If that old witch torments me for the next three years, you might as well kill me."

Wang Dong'er sighed helplessly, looking like a deflated balloon.

"Don't worry. In three months at most, you might not even get the chance to be taught by Zhou Yi anymore," Wang Xiao comforted her.

Wang Dong'er's beautiful eyes lit up. Excitedly, she wrapped herself around Wang Xiao's entire arm. "Hurry up and tell me, don't keep me in suspense! I hate people who stop writing halfway through!"

"You really need to brush up on your common sense. The reason the new students are such a mixed bunch right now is because they haven't been sorted into classes yet. Once the freshman assessment is over, all nine classes will be reshuffled."

"At that point, naturally, whichever teacher is strongest will lead Class One."

That was how Shrek's system worked: cruel survival of the fittest. The weaker students went into one class, while the outstanding students went into another. It seemed fine on the surface, but in truth, it was an endless vicious cycle.

Wang Xiao said, "If I ever establish my own sect someday, I'll do my best to make sure everyone receives the same education."

Wang Dong'er felt that was too far away and cared more about the immediate problem.

"That's one thing, but after the assessment, Zhou Yi will still be leading Class One. I curse you to come back and be tormented by that old witch too."

"You're overthinking it. Which teacher in the Outer Court wouldn't want to push Zhou Yi down? A teacher who used to teach upper-year students has come down to take a share of their pie. Who would be happy about that?"

Wang Xiao clenched his fist. "I'll be responsible for leading Class Nine to win the assessment championship. Leave the rest to Teacher Mu Jin."

He smiled. "Then we can be together again."

"What do you mean, be together? Don't say things that can be misunderstood!" Wang Dong'er's pretty face reddened.

At that moment, Ning Tian and Wufeng walked over and called out loudly to Wang Xiao.

"Student Wang, Teacher Mu Jin wants you back."

Seeing the suddenly appearing blonde girl, alarm bells rang in Wang Dong'er's head. She immediately pinched Wang Xiao's waist from behind and snarled, "You filthy pervert! You only joined Class Nine this morning, and you've already hooked up with two beauties. Tell me, what's your relationship with them?!"

Ning Tian and Wufeng looked puzzled. Since Wang Dong'er was standing behind Wang Xiao, neither of them noticed her little move.

Wang Xiao brushed away her fair arm, turned around, and whispered, "Shut up. I'm only with you; there's absolutely no possibility between me and either of them. That's it. See you tonight!"

Without giving Wang Dong'er a chance to speak, he returned to Class Nine with Ning Tian and Wufeng.

Wang Dong'er's mind crashed. Her head went blank as she stood there in utter confusion.

"W-with me...?" Her heart pounded wildly, her blood raced, and her entire body trembled faintly.

"Pervert! Freak! Who wants to be with you?!"

Wang Dong'er stamped her foot and left in shame and indignation.

Elsewhere.

When Wang Xiao returned to the training ground, he did not realize that one heartfelt sentence of his had left someone unable to focus in class all afternoon.

Mu Jin smiled. "Little Wang, I hope you won't hold back in this spar. Young people should be more hot-blooded. Don't hide your abilities."

Wang Xiao agreed. It was time to make Wang Douluo's name known and let the Soul Masters remember the fear of being controlled by illusions.

No, it was time for them to experience the terror of illusions for the first time.

"Teacher Mu Jin, you said it yourself." Wang Xiao agreed and walked toward the fighting platform.

The students of Class Nine were eager to try. Every one of them wanted to spar with him.

"Let me do it!" shouted a fat boy.

He was broad and heavily built, yet surprisingly agile. With a leap, he jumped onto the sparring ring.

"Blue Silver Grass brat, let me see what you've got!"

The fat boy revealed his Martial Soul, and two yellow Spirit Rings lit up beneath his feet. He was actually a Level 21 Soul Grandmaster.

The students of Class Nine began jeering. They knew he was extremely strong, and now that Blue Silver Grass Soul Master was in for it.

Wang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back and declared proudly, "All Martial Souls and all soul skills stand no chance before these eyes!"

Those words easily provoked everyone's anger. The students of Class Nine felt he was putting on far too much of an act. They wanted nothing more than to beat him to death and urged the fat boy to smash him to pieces.

"Strange. Why are that kid's eyes so red?"

Only then did the fat boy notice that Wang Xiao's eyes were completely blood-red. The color was strangely unsettling and made his heart pound.

"Cheap tricks. Watch me tear you apart!"

The fat boy roared, raised his fist, and charged at Wang Xiao.

"Take this!"

He sent Wang Xiao flying with one punch. Even he was surprised by the sheer force of it.

"A Millennium Soul Ring is nothing special. Trash!" The fat boy planted his hands on his barrel-like waist and laughed loudly.

Yet in the eyes of the Class Nine students, his behavior looked utterly ridiculous.

He first made a punching motion on the spot, then burst into wild laughter as if he had gone insane.

"Idiot." Wufeng rarely cursed anyone.

Wang Xiao walked over to the fat boy and struck the back of his neck with one palm. With a bang, that huge body crashed heavily onto the floor, and he fainted on the spot.

"Carry him away. Next."

Wang Xiao returned to his original position with his hands behind his back.

"Damn it, you two planned this together, didn't you?!"

"Fuck, Teacher Mu Jin, we want to report him for staging a fake match! We refuse to accept this! A hundred times over!"

All the Class Nine students erupted in fury.

They had thought they were about to watch an exhilarating battle, only to be served a pile of crap!

Could they at least put some effort into acting?

Everyone believed the fat boy had deliberately lost the match to cooperate with Wang Xiao's little show of showing off and slapping faces. It was utterly disgusting, completely devoid of Soul Master spirit!

"Damn it, I hate fake matches the most. Let me go!" A young man leaped angrily onto the ring, intending to duel Wang Xiao.

"It's him!"

Many people recognized him. During some ball game competition, he had spent a fortune, only for it to turn out to be a fixed match. He had lost half his family fortune.

"That's right. Anyone who stages fake matches deserves to die. This brother definitely won't fake a match—I'll eat shit if I'm wrong!"

On the ring.

Wang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back and declared proudly, "All Martial Souls and all soul skills stand no chance before these eyes!"

"You repeated your line, didn't you?" the young man said in confusion, but he still instinctively looked up at those scarlet eyes.

"Wang, die!"

The young man activated Martial Soul Possession and charged forward at top speed.

With a bang, the sound of someone falling rang out from the ring again.

The Class Nine students stared blankly. "I-is that it?"

Many stood frozen in place, unable to react. The battle had ended far too quickly.

All they saw was the young man rush out before even activating his Martial Soul, but he seemed to have been slowed down a thousandfold. He maintained a forward-leaning running posture, moved at a snail's pace, and even threw punches slowly.

Then Wang Xiao casually walked behind him and knocked him unconscious with a single slap.

"Next one. Carry him away!"

After a brief silence, a tide of denunciation erupted across the training ground.

"Fuck your grandfather, you're not even pretending anymore, are you?!"

"Wang, do you take us for idiots? His movements were slower than my grandma walking, and you're not even trying to act!"

"Damn it, who was it that guaranteed this guy wouldn't stage a fake match? Come out! Do you want your shit fresh or burnt?!"

Unfortunately, no matter how they shouted, no one answered.

"Too weak. All of you, come at me together." Wang Xiao shook his head.

"What, you arranged actors and now you're acting all high and mighty? Wang, where's your shame?!"

Seven students were so furious their livers hurt. They all rushed onto the ring, determined to teach this pretentious Wang a lesson.

They stood opposite him and activated their Martial Souls. Six were Level 19 Soul Masters, while one was a Second-Ring Soul Grandmaster.

Wang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back and declared proudly, "All Martial Souls and all soul skills stand no chance before these eyes!"

"Is that the only line you know?"

The seven were thoroughly annoyed, but they still subconsciously looked toward Wang Xiao's scarlet eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of bodies hitting the ground sounded from the ring.

As if taking a stroll, Wang Xiao knocked the seven unconscious one after another.

"Carry them all away."

"Too weak. Boring. I'm done fighting." He clapped his hands, turned, and walked off the sparring ground with the bearing of an invincible expert.

In reality, Wang Xiao had controlled too many people at once. His chakra was depleted, and he could not continue fighting.

However, no one believed he had any real strength. They thought he was shamelessly hiring a group of people to put on an act with him.

"Damn it! Weren't those seven the ones shouting the loudest just now? Turns out they were the biggest actors!"

"Exactly! They even fooled me. Sure enough, there are bad eggs among the 'crowd'!"

"Why does Class Nine have someone so shameless? Can anyone tell me how he even passed the entrance assessment?"

"Teacher Mu Jin, explain this. What does it mean to instantly defeat a Second-Ring Soul Grandmaster? Was he admitted as an exceptional student by defeating people like this?"

Mu Jin stood there in utter disarray. Unable to withstand the students' relentless barrage, she made up an excuse to temporarily escape and told Class Monitor Ning Tian to organize the remaining practical combat exercises.

Ning Tian pointed at herself, standing there in a daze.

"Teacher, are you talking about me?"