Bai Yushan, I probably won't forget you for the rest of my life.
Yu Zhen chuckled and stood up from his swivel chair. He had been waiting for these words for a long time. Ever since Long Hengxu used the word "monster" to describe him, he had wanted to see just how strange this monster really was. He pointed to the door and laughed, "Let's go, I've been wanting to see just how amazing this Little Monster of yours really is."
He looked at Chen Qingquan and patted his old leader on the shoulder.
"Brother Quan, let me see your good student!"
Chen Qingquan grinned, his smile as wide as an old chrysanthemum. Bai Yushan's strength was what he was most proud of. That brat might have a sharp tongue, but his skills had never disappointed him.
Seeing this, Long Hengxu, who had remained silent until now, sighed and gave Ye Yingluo a disappointed look. This teacher from Class One was indeed capable and talented, but her vision was still a bit narrow. He had personally brought people to the dean's office; the fact that he "personally brought people" and that the "dean's office" indicated how seriously this matter was taken.
Could a student who can get the dean to personally speak to them and the department head to personally run errands be an ordinary student?
But it's too late to say anything now; it's better to remain silent. Ye Yingluo missed an opportunity, a chance that could have fundamentally changed her career. Long Hengxu didn't remind her that some things, once missed, are gone forever.
The group left the administration building, crossed the playground, and arrived at the indoor training ground of the Eastsea Academy.
The training ground is very large, enough to accommodate...
Bai Yushan walked to the center of the training field and stretched his muscles.
He twisted his neck, rotated his shoulders, and moved his wrists and ankles. His body made a series of soft clicking sounds, like a rusty machine starting up again. An electric current flowed slowly through his body, not releasing, but preheating, like adding fuel to a furnace, letting the flames slowly burn.
He raised his head, looked towards the audience, his gaze passing over Yu Zhen.
No one present knew that even if Wu Changkong set aside all his prejudices and insisted on taking him as his disciple, Bai Yushan would absolutely not agree.
Bai Yushan has his own criteria for judgment, focusing only on ability, not on fame or seniority.
Wu Changkong is almost thirty years old, but his cultivation level is still stuck at level sixty-nine, the Soul Emperor, and he hasn't even reached the threshold of Titled Douluo.
This level of strength would be considered very strong by ordinary Soul Master, but in his eyes, it was not even worthy of being his master.
He doesn't want a teacher who only talks big principles; he wants a top-tier expert who can spar with him intensely, help him hone his combat skills, and keep him in check.
After the standoff at the training ground, the academy's higher-ups quickly finalized Bai Yushan's class assignment.
He could choose any class in the academy, but after going around in circles, he was finally assigned to Freshman Class One. This was the best class among the freshmen of the Eastsea Academy, with the most resources, and it gathered all the most outstanding freshmen geniuses of the year.
However, Bai Yushan was treated completely differently from other students in the class.
Yu Zhen personally set the rules: Bai Yushan only needed to attend theory classes on time; as for the rest of the cultivation time, cultivation methods, and Soul Power circulation, he simply couldn't keep up.
This serious address of "Uncle Chen" startled Chen Qingquan. Bai Yushan used to be very talkative and never greeted people properly, always making random jokes. It was very rare to see him so serious.
Brother Quan, Xiaoshan is such a promising talent, I cherish him so much, I'll definitely give him the best resources and protect him during his cultivation."
Why would someone suddenly go out alone late at night?
After a moment's thought, Long Hengxu could only offer a reasonable guess.
"Maybe he wants to see what's different about big cities first? No matter how strong he is, he's still a child, full of curiosity!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhen nodded slightly, temporarily acknowledging the explanation, and stopped worrying about Bai Yushan's whereabouts, thus smoothly changing the subject to work.
"Director Long, please continue. How did we fare in this year's Skysea Alliance Grand Competition?"
When the college competition was mentioned, Long Hengxu instantly cleared his mind, his expression became serious, his eyes were full of excitement, and he was confident.
"Having witnessed Bai Yushan's strength today, I believe our intermediate division should not hold back in this Skysea Alliance Grand Competition!"
He walked forward, like water flowing down from a height, like snow sliding down a mountain peak. A white robe gleamed coldly in the lamplight, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The sword was slender, the blade sharp, and it exuded a chilling aura. Frost flowers swirled on the blade, each one crystal clear, so beautiful that it didn't seem like a weapon, but rather a work of art.
A chill emanated from the sword, spreading outwards from Wu Changkong's center. The temperature in the air plummeted, and white frost began to appear on the ground, spreading outwards from Wu Changkong's feet, as if winter was approaching step by step.
Bai Yushan felt the chill, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward.
On the surface of his body, blue-white arcs of electricity began to flicker. It wasn't a deliberate release, but rather an instinctive reaction of the current to the cold, like fire meeting ice, like thunder meeting snow.
"What is your Martial Soul?" Wu Changkong asked.
"Bioelectricity."
"Never heard of it."
"Then you'll see it today!"
Bai Yushan raised his right fist, and electricity converged into it, causing a blue-white light to shine on his fist with a crackling sound. His hair began to flutter, as the magnetic field generated by the electricity curled up each strand.
"Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist!"
Bai Yushan's body shot out like a cannonball, leaving a shallow dent in the Soul Guidance Alloy plate beneath his feet, with cracks spreading outwards from the spot where he stepped. He transformed into a streak of blue-white lightning, compressing the ten-meter distance to zero in the blink of an eye, his right fist carrying 50,000 volts of electricity, slamming straight towards Wu Changkong's chest.
The force of that punch was enough to shatter a massive boulder weighing a thousand pounds into dust.
Wu Changkong's eyes narrowed slightly. He held the Heavenly Frost Sword horizontally in front of him, the blade blocking Bai Yushan's fist.
The fist and sword clashed with a dull thud, like a hammer striking an anvil. Blue-white electricity exploded from Bai Yushan's fist, spreading upwards along the blade of the Heavenly Frost Sword like glowing snakes trying to bite Wu Changkong's hand.
But the chill emanating from the Heavenly Frost Sword was more violent than the electric current. Frost flowers swirled rapidly across the sword's surface, and the chill transformed into a white wave of air that blocked all the electric current from reaching the blade. Ice and electricity collided in the air, producing a hissing sound and stirring up a cloud of white mist.
Wu Changkong's body remained completely still.
But his hand went slightly numb.
In that instant, he felt the power emanating from the sword. It was a power that a nine-year-old child should possess, a power that a One-Ring Soul Master should have.
That power was pure, violent, and unreasonable, like a wild beast that didn't know what retreat was, crashing headlong into his sword, making his tiger's mouth slightly numb.
A strange light flashed in Wu Changkong's eyes.
He originally just wanted to test this arrogant kid and see how capable he really was. How strong could a child with innate level three Soul Power and level sixteen cultivation be? He just needed to show him a couple of moves to make him back down.
But this
Wu Changkong raised his Heavenly Frost Sword, parrying left and right, the blade drawing white arcs in the air, deflecting all of Bai Yushan's punches and kicks. The clanging sounds rang out incessantly, like a red-hot anvil in a blacksmith's shop, with a hammer striking it, sparks flying everywhere.