Lend Me Your Power

"Tsk, tsk, why was Zhao Wuji still getting pinned down?"

"I already warned him."

At Shrek Academy's training grounds.

Chu Feng watched Zhao Wuji being suppressed by Tang San's hidden weapons on the field, somewhat speechless.

For this test, he had already warned Zhao Wuji not to assume children were easy to bully just because they were young.

"Boss Chu, Teacher Zhao is just like that."

"You've pulled one over on him so many times before, and he still hasn't learned."

Beside Chu Feng, the golden-haired Dai Mubai held his head up, mockery in his eyes.

Seeing Zhao Wuji in such a sorry state was really fun.

Oscar stood nearby eating a sausage, his eyes narrowed.

"Boss, are you going to take the field later too?"

"We all got beaten up when we enrolled."

"You can't favor these new students over us."

Remembering the miserable beatings Chu Feng had given them when they enrolled, Oscar and Dai Mubai couldn't help shuddering.

Chu Feng tossed three badges in his hand and nodded quite naturally.

"Of course. I need to personally test our juniors' abilities so I can arrange suitable training plans for them later."

[New A-rank geniuses detected. Host, please borrow their power as soon as possible.]

"System, I know even without you telling me," Chu Feng replied in his mind.

The system had appeared when he awakened his martial soul at six years old.

Chu Feng had named it the Debt King System.

That was because the system's ability was to acquire other people's abilities at their current stage, including their martial souls, soul rings, soul skills, and soul bones.

It had made his martial soul somewhat resemble an Ultra Riser.

However, the prerequisite for acquiring someone else's power was to defeat them or increase their favorability toward him.

Chu Feng preferred the latter.

As long as their favorability reached the maximum, he could keep using that person's abilities. The stronger that person became, the stronger he became.

Through combat, however, he could only acquire the abilities that person possessed at the time he defeated them.

Chu Feng held the three badges in his hand up to the sunlight one by one.

This was currently the strongest Riser badge deck he had.

I still haven't tormented Old Zhao enough. Why won't his favorability go up?

Watching Zhao Wuji on the field, who was about to lose, Chu Feng felt somewhat frustrated.

He really coveted Zhao Wuji's and Flender's Soul Master badges, and even that Soul Emperor's at the academy.

He just couldn't figure out why these three men's favorability toward him wouldn't rise.

"Little Feng, your turn," Zhao Wuji called to Chu Feng through gritted teeth.

He knew this brat would step in every time new students enrolled.

Chu Feng put the badges back into his pocket and slowly rose to his feet.

"Coming."

On the training grounds, Tang San and the others had their attention drawn over.

"Teacher, what is this?" Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji in confusion.

Hadn't they agreed that as long as he could last one incense stick's worth of time alone, he could pass directly along with Xiao Wu and the others?

Why was there someone else they had to fight?

And someone who looked about their age, at that.

He looked much easier to fight than Zhao Wuji, or even that Dai Mubai.

"Don't worry, you've passed."

"But academy rules say you all have to fight this one before enrolling."

Zhao Wuji patted Chu Feng's shoulder, then bent down and spoke quietly.

"Little Feng, give them hell."

His belly was full of fire right now.

It was bad enough getting messed with by a monster like Chu Feng all the time, but now he had been pinned down and beaten by a twelve-year-old, level twenty-nine control-type Soul Master.

If word got out, where would he, Zhao Wuji, put his face?

Looking at Zhao Wuji's somewhat battered face, Chu Feng suppressed a smile and nodded.

Then he turned his eyes toward Tang San and the others, his expression gentle.

"I'll give you ten minutes to rest."

"Oscar, give them some Big Sausages and Small Sausages."

The system had rules for what counted as a defeat. Taking advantage of someone's weakened state didn't count.

Oscar hurried over and handed Tang San and the others the Recovery Big Sausages and Antidote Small Sausages he had prepared beforehand.

"Eat up. They can restore your stamina, heal injuries, and remove abnormal conditions."

Tang San and the others were still somewhat bewildered, but went along with it and bit into the sausages in their hands.

"Handsome, why do we still have to fight you?" Ning Rongrong moved up to Chu Feng, opening her large eyes wide and looking at him pitifully.

"Can we skip the fight?"

"I'm just a support-type Soul Master."

She really didn't want to fight again.

Especially not against someone so handsome.

Chu Feng looked at the girl before him, his tone gentle.

"No can do."

"Those are the rules."

"When you fight me, you have to give it your all too."

"If you don't perform well, your days at the academy afterward will be very hard."

Hearing the icy words coming from Chu Feng's gentle mouth, Ning Rongrong turned her face away.

"Hmph."

Supported by Xiao Wu, Tang San said nothing and continued eating his sausage.

He thought to himself that the academy Yu Xiaogang had recommended really was strange.

Even its enrollment ceremony involved so many steps.

He wasn't worried about being unable to beat Chu Feng later.

How formidable could Chu Feng possibly be at his age?

He had even dared to fight Zhao Wuji.

Ten minutes later, Tang San and his three companions had recovered from their injuries and restored all their soul power.

Chu Feng stood alone in the middle of the training grounds and circulated his soul power.

"Let me introduce myself."

"Chu Feng, twelve years old, level thirty-nine soul power. As for my role, unknown."

As his words fell, the expressions of Tang San and the other three, who had been feeling somewhat casual, instantly changed.

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth, her eyes round and wide.

As the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had seen all kinds of geniuses.

But she truly had never seen anyone reach level thirty-nine at this age.

Tang San's expression grew somewhat grave.

Even relying on the Mysterious Heaven Skill and his other methods, he had only brought his soul power up to level twenty-nine.

This person wouldn't be so easy to deal with.

Before they could finish digesting Chu Feng's heaven-defying soul power level.

The next second, the soul rings around Chu Feng lit up.

Transparent, transparent, transparent.

All three soul rings were actually a transparent color they had never seen before.

The already quiet training grounds fell utterly deathly still; even breathing stopped.

"Wh-what kind of soul rings are those?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

It was one thing for his soul power level to be absurd.

How could even his soul rings defy common sense?

"Tsk, Boss's soul rings seem absurd every time I see them," Dai Mubai couldn't help sighing as he leaned against a tree.

"These juniors will have plenty to be shocked about in a moment," Oscar said, his arms folded across his chest.

"Stay calm!" Tang San barked quietly.

The fight hadn't even begun. His side couldn't lose its nerve first.

"You can make the first move. Use all your strength, or your days ahead won't be pleasant." Chu Feng's tone remained gentle, yet Tang San and the other three couldn't help shuddering.

As the team's support, Ning Rongrong moved first, applying buffs to Tang San and the other two.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing leaped up simultaneously, attacking from the flanks.

Tang San activated his Blue Silver Grass, sending all the vines toward Chu Feng's lower body.

He didn't know Chu Feng's true strength yet.

It was best not to clash head-on.

Seeing the four's team formation take shape, Chu Feng smiled faintly, swiftly pulled the three badges from his pocket, and tossed them into the air.

He cried out in his heart, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, lend me your power!