The boy with the mocking tone burst out laughing, his eyes brimming with contempt.
"Fine! I'd like to see what you can do to turn us into Class Two."
As he spoke, his eyes abruptly lit up, and his entire presence changed. In the next instant, he visibly grew taller. His shoulders and back broadened, while his waist seemed to become supple all at once. Fine blue-green scales quietly emerged along his neck, and his once-normal pupils narrowed into slender vertical slits.
Then two yellow soul rings rose from beneath his feet at the same time.
Two rings!
A Soul Grandmaster!
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue's expressions changed almost simultaneously.
If the boy before them really was a student of First Grade's Class One, that meant he was only around nine years old, just like them.
A nine-year-old Soul Grandmaster.
This went beyond excellence. It was downright shocking.
Almost instinctively, Tang Wulin stepped forward, shielding Xie Xie and Gu Yue. Though the boy's suddenly intensified pressure startled him, there was not a trace of retreat in his eyes.
A white soul ring lit up around him.
A glimmer of dark gold flowed through his palm. The aura of his Star-Sinking Hammer had already gathered, though he had yet to swing it.
At the sight, the boy laughed even harder.
"You have one ten-year soul ring, and you still dare to stand in front?"
He looked at Tang Wulin, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, making no effort to hide his malice.
"Relax. I won't deal with you now. Once we're on the Competition Platform, I'll show you just how wide the gap between geniuses and trash really is."
At that, he raised a hand and pointed at himself.
"Remember my name."
"Wei Xiaofeng, First Grade, Class One."