One battle stunned Shrek's higher-ups, nearly slaying a Man Faced Demon Spider

"Roar!!"

A colossal dragon of golden lightning soared into the air, opening its enormous jaws and biting into the Man Faced Demon Spider.

Amid the blaze of golden lightning, the Man Faced Demon Spider, known as the killer of Soul Masters, was lifted into the air and swallowed whole by the golden lightning dragon.

Boom—!

The Man Faced Demon Spider fell from the sky again, smashing into the beast-fighting area's floor and leaving a deep crater.

At the crucial moment, Gu Ming held back. He had no intention of killing this Man Faced Demon Spider outright.

Even Shrek had spent a considerable fortune raising this four-thousand-year-old demon spider. If he actually killed it, he would have to pay for it.

As everyone knew, Shrek's resources were all very expensive.

Gu Ming knew that well, so he had spared it. Besides, he did not need a Soul Ring right now.

Then Gu Ming relaxed his right hand. The Tianjing Sword turned into a streak of light, transforming back into the Tianjing Beast, who snorted disdainfully at the dying Man Faced Demon Spider.

That was the contempt of a divine weapon beast.

At that moment, the watching students of Freshman Class Five were stunned.

Their Class Monitor had nearly killed a four-thousand-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider, fighting all on his own. Wasn't he absurdly overpowered?

Was he even human?

Mu Jin silently gave Gu Ming an S on his practical combat evaluation, then said, "Excellent. You truly deserve to be our Class Five's Class Monitor. With you here, I can rest easy about the freshman Grand Tournament in three months."

Gu Ming said confidently, "Don't worry, Teacher Mu Jin. I won't disappoint you."

Just then, Gong Changlong dashed forward. His elderly face fell as he said in anguish, "My Man Faced Demon Spider! Now we'll have to spend another fortune treating its injuries. This is one of our Beast Arena's treasures!"

At that moment, his heart truly ached. He acknowledged Gu Ming's strength, but he also felt terrible for the soul beast.

Soul beasts raised in captivity were extremely difficult to cultivate. Their value could not be measured in money alone.

With injuries this severe, it would need at least two and a half years to recover.

Gu Ming cupped his hands. "Elder Gong, I can compensate you."

"Shoo, shoo, shoo!"

Gong Changlong pushed Gu Ming away irritably, though there was no blame in his voice. He continued, "We raise soul beasts precisely for geniuses like you. If our students can't even defeat soul beasts of the same level, how can they talk about protecting the continent?"

"If you'd lost, not only would I have made you pay, I'd have given you a scolding too. But now there's no need."

Delighted, Gu Ming blinked his innocent eyes and asked, "Elder Gong, can I come here to train every day from now on? I like the feeling of fighting soul beasts. That's what really gets my blood burning."

An enormous question mark popped up in Gong Changlong's mind.

What?

This brat wanted to come every day from now on? Within a month at most, every soul beast in the Beast Arena would tremble at the sight of Gu Ming.

This brat really didn't stand on ceremony.

After thinking it over several times, Gong Changlong said, "You can, but not every day. Even a woman couldn't endure that much vigorous handling, let alone a soul beast. Once a week will do. You'll have a whole pile of missions waiting for you in the future anyway."

"We Shrek disciples gain most of our combat experience fighting Evil Soul Masters. You'll understand once you start going on missions."

"All right."

Gu Ming quietly returned to the ranks, with no intention of undertaking any missions to kill Evil Soul Masters.

Given his identity, that would amount to chopping off his own mangy head.

Just then, Dai Huabin came over, took out the Soul Ascension Pill, and said through gritted teeth, "How many trump cards are you still hiding, you bastard? Damn it, damn it!"

Gu Ming promptly pocketed the Soul Ascension Pill and said casually, "Want to learn? I'll teach you. First do this, then do that, and shout 'Power of Hope!' Maybe you'll be able to transform too."

"You're still too green to fight me. As long as this Class Monitor lives, you'll always be a little Tiger."

Dai Huabin shook with fury, a profound sense of helplessness welling up inside him.

If only he really could transform. Unfortunately, Gu Ming was the only one with that ability.

If he could transform, he would definitely show off even more than Gu Ming. At the very least, he would climb onto his old man's head and take a dump.

After that, practical combat training continued.

But without Gu Ming, the training no longer seemed quite so exciting.

Only Class Monitor Gu Ming of Class Five had demonstrated what true strength and mighty power meant.

In the spectator stands, Du Weilun had recorded the scene with a Soul Tool.

Even now, he still found it unbelievable and felt rather excited.

A Three Rings Soul Elder had nearly slain a four-thousand-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider. That achievement truly stood in a class of its own.

He could even unlock new forms. There really did seem to be a hint of those Divine Weapons about him.

At that thought, Du Weilun could not help laughing inwardly. The Martial Soul Department has such an outstanding student. He's our rising star after Ma Xiaotao! If Dean Yan had known earlier how exceptional this boy was, he would have been dancing with excitement.

No, I have to tell Dean Yan about this so he can make plans before the freshman Grand Tournament. Ideally, the boy should receive core disciple status and special treatment. We can't let the Soul Tool Department beat us to him.

A prospect this outstanding mustn't go off to study some second-rate Soul Tool technology. Only ancient martial arts, only the traditional soul beast system, is the orthodox path.

With that thought, Du Weilun secretly resolved not to reveal anything about the Martial Soul Department to the Soul Tool Department, lest they poach the boy first.

The safest course would be to secure Gu Ming's status as an Inner Court preparatory student ahead of time.

In the blink of an eye, the day's practical combat training ended, and Du Weilun hurried straight to the Martial Soul Department dean's office without stopping.

Gu Ming led Freshman Class Five out of the Beast Arena, planning to ask Jiang Nannan out for a meal. His reason was simple: he just disliked that turtle, Xu Sanshi.

Besides, landing a critical hit on a bootlicker right to his face felt rather satisfying.

No... why have my thoughts suddenly become so twisted? It must be because Xu Sanshi keeps stalking me every day, making me want revenge. Have I already been assimilated by the Holy Church?

Gu Ming quietly removed himself from the list of Evil Soul Masters and bestowed upon himself the title of Heavenly Venerable of Salvation.

That way, he could enjoy a clear conscience.

Meanwhile, inside the Martial Soul Department dean's office.

Holding the latest Image Recording Soul Tool, Du Weilun excitedly pushed open the door and laughed. "Dean Yan, good news! Wonderful news!"

Inside the office, Yan Shaozhe set down his tea and said, "Little Du, what good news has you so excited? Hurry up and tell me."

Du Weilun hastily picked up another cup of tea and drained it in one gulp. "Dean, that student you asked me to keep an eye on last time really was worth watching. We've truly dug up a genius."

Yan Shaozhe sat up straight. "Tell me everything."

Without another word, Du Weilun took out the Image Recording Soul Tool and played it.

On the screen, the scene of Gu Ming transforming into the Hope Tianjing Sword form and facing the Man Faced Demon Spider appeared before Yan Shaozhe's eyes.

His fighting techniques, his combat experience, and the golden Tianjing Sword in his hand—every one of them drew Yan Shaozhe's attention.