Treat him like metal

After witnessing Wu Changkong's strike, all the students of Class Five had grown much quieter.

They stood noticeably straighter in their ranks, even seeming to hold their breathing in check. No one dared think of their new homeroom teacher as merely someone with a "cold presence" anymore. That wasn't coldness. It was strength. Strength enough to leave a rank-eighteen Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master like Xie Xie utterly helpless with a casual stroke of his sword.

Tang Wulin stood at the edge of the field, the scene still lingering in his eyes.

When Wu Changkong struck, Xie Xie had already been retreating and changing direction. Yet no matter how he moved, he seemed trapped within that one sword stroke. It wasn't that Xie Xie wasn't fast enough. Wu Changkong's strike had never given him a true avenue of retreat in the first place.

Teacher really was far too strong.

For the first time, a clear sense of respect rose in Tang Wulin's heart. At that thought, he quietly put the Soul Guidance Camera he had been carrying back into his Heavy Silver Ring. He had fulfilled his promise to his senior, Liu Yuxin, once already. As for the future, he had no intention of doing it again.

Xie Xie stood nearby and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His expression didn't look like that of someone who had suffered a setback. He looked more as though he was thinking something through.

Wu Changkong's sword stroke hadn't been meant to hit him.

It had been meant to teach him.

Xie Xie understood that very clearly.

The feeling of being caught by that aura, of being driven step by step into a dead end, still sent a chill down his back. If he encountered a situation like that again, how was