Chapter 17 Instant Kill.
"Anyone else want to challenge me? I won't hold back anymore." Wu Xuan stood on the Soul Arena, looking at the students of Class Nine.
"I'll go!!"
Wu Xuan paused, his lips twitching slightly as he frowned and looked over.
Wu Xuan recognized the figure who stood up—or rather, he recognized him from his past life; it was Wu Feng, who stood beside Ning Tian.
"Feng-mei, what are you doing?! Didn't I just say not to challenge Wu Xuan?" Ning Tian lowered his voice, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
Wu Feng gritted her teeth, ignoring Ning Tian's gaze, and said angrily, "That Wu Xuan is too arrogant, and he won't hold back! Who does he think he is! I'm not convinced!"
With that, Wu Feng leaped from her seat, landing in the center of the arena.
Upon arriving in the arena, Wu Xuan stared intently at Wu Feng, who met his gaze without flinching.
He had already made a threat; if Wu Feng still dared to come up, then he wouldn't be so lenient.
"Teacher Mu, your students are very energetic! Haha!" The healing-type Soul Saint teacher chuckled.
Mu Jin smiled and agreed. The main reason she had her students undergo practical combat training on the first day was to familiarize them with the abilities and fighting styles of their martial souls, making it easier to select the seed team for the assessment three months later.
"Soul battle begins!" With Mu Jin's voice, Wu Feng shouted, her delicate body suddenly springing up. Streams of crimson soul power surged from her body, accompanied by a soft dragon's roar.
A pale red glow rippled across Wu Feng's skin, and starting from the left side of her face, a layer of fine dragon scales covered her, extending down her neck, shoulder, and down her entire left arm and hand.
Sensing the change in Wu Feng's aura, another powerful attack-type Soul Saint teacher couldn't help but exclaim, "Red Dragon Martial Soul, solidified soul power. Teacher Mu, your student has a very good chance of becoming a core disciple."
"Indeed, she has a very good chance. This little girl is considered the number one below the Soul Venerable in our Class Nine. If that little Wu Xuan underestimates her, he'll suffer." Mu Jin said with a smile.
But when she turned to look at the Soul Arena, her smile froze, for Wu Feng had already been sent flying off the arena—defeated!
How long had it been? Just the time it took to say two sentences?
The entire arena fell silent, everyone staring blankly at Wu Xuan on the Soul Arena.
Wu Feng, who had fallen off the arena, coughed up blood and then fainted.
The healing-type teacher immediately jumped down from the viewing platform to treat Wu Feng's injuries.
"What exactly happened?" Mu Jin asked the powerful attack-type Soul Saint beside her in disbelief.
"I only saw that kid kick out a whirlwind, which trapped the little girl, and then there was that wind dragon earlier." The powerful attack-type Soul Saint's words were full of admiration.
Wu Xuan's defeat of Qian Gu Ming in one move had already shocked her; now, to instantly kill Wu Feng, who possessed a powerful Red Dragon Martial Soul and was a Great Soul Master, in two moves—Mu Jin felt this world was surreal.
After a thorough examination, the healing instructor breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "His blood and qi are surging, and his soul power within his meridians is chaotic. Otherwise, he's not seriously injured; he must have stopped in time."
With that, the healing instructor activated his third soul skill, and a green leaf floated out, disappearing into Wu Feng's head. Soon after, the unconscious Wu Feng regained consciousness. "Anyone else want to challenge? No more waiting! But think carefully before you come up." Seeing Wu Feng awake, Wu Xuan's cold voice echoed from the battle arena once more.
Without using a single soul skill, he had defeated two Great Soul Masters in succession; this time, no more students stepped forward. Among Soul Masters, the strong reign supreme—a rule that has remained unchanged for millennia.
Mu Jin made some notes in her folder, then smiled and said, "Alright, that's enough! Wu Xuan, you can come down now! Next up is Nanmen Yun'er versus Li Ya."
"Okay!" Wu Xuan nodded and headed towards the audience seats.
"Class monitor, your Wind Dragon move was so cool! Was it a self-created soul skill?" Nanmen Yun'er asked with admiration as she stepped onto the fighting platform.
"Sort of!" Wu Xuan replied with a smile, stepping aside. At this moment, cheers erupted from the audience .
"Class monitor, you're so strong! We're impressed!"
Wu Xuan ignored the praise from the students and sat down in the stands to watch the match.
Compared to the 100 laps they had to run on their first day of school, the first day of classes for freshmen class nine was relatively easy.
Each person only needed to participate in one actual combat match; the rest of the time was spent watching.
Those support-type Soul Masters without combat abilities also participated in two-on-two Soul Battles under Mu Jin's arrangement.
"You can arrange your own training time this afternoon! Class dismissed!" Mu Jin announced to the audience.
As soon as Mu Jin left, the students of Class 9 began to crowd around Wu Xuan again.
"Class monitor! Let's go eat together! My Martial Soul also has wind element, and I just wanted to ask you for some training advice." Nanmen Yun'er stepped forward and invited.
"Wu Xuan! Want to go eat together at noon?" Ning Tian, along with Wu Feng, whose face was a little stiff, also stepped forward and invited.
"Class monitor."
"Go away! You girls, don't bother our Brother Xuan! Brother Xuan's time is very precious." Qian Guming stepped forward and tactfully stopped them.
"You little brat! You change your tune pretty quickly! This matter of inviting me to dinner is over." Wu Xuan hooked his arm around Qian Guming's neck, his words full of threat.
"Fine! I'll eat as many meals as I want." Qian Guming grinned.
"You said it!" Wu Xuan smiled maliciously and left the crowd.
"Ladies, the class monitor has an appointment, maybe next time! Haha!" Qian Guming provoked, sounding incredibly annoying.
"That jerk!" Nanmen Yun'er stomped her foot angrily.
Ning Tian watched the two leave, lost in thought.
On the other side!
"Teacher Mu, your chosen class monitor seems quite popular!" the healing-type Soul Saint teased.
"Indeed, it's quite rare." Mu Jin smiled.
"An elemental martial soul, only three rings and already able to influence the elements of nature, that's something Ling Luochen couldn't compare to back then."
"Old Lin! Are you saying Wu Xuan's talent is even above Ling Luochen's?" Mu Jin asked in shock.
"To be precise, far beyond! I wonder how happy that old guy Du Weilun would be if he knew. Haha!"
Inside the cafeteria, because the practical combat ended early, the students of Class Nine found the cafeteria quite empty when they arrived.
Since Qian Guming had said he was treating, Wu Xuan naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony. He ordered a steamed beef from a hundred-year-old giant horned bull, a braised tiger claw from a hundred-year-old swift tiger, a relatively ordinary jade crucian carp soup, and finally a large bowl of crystal white corn rice.
Although each dish was small, the energy they contained was incomparable to ordinary food, and of course, the price was also incomparable. The two dishes and soup cost a full thirty-one gold soul coins.
When Wu Xuan picked up his plate, Qian Guming's eyes widened in disbelief, revealing an expression more like crying.
"Look how scared you are! I never said you had to treat me to lunch!" Wu Xuan teased after quickly paying. After getting his food, Qian Guming sat opposite Wu Xuan. The food Qian Guming had ordered wasn't bad either; it included a hundred-year-old soul beast meat.
"Let's go to the night market for dinner. I heard the food street in the outer courtyard is a major feature of Shrek Academy," Wu Xuan said with a smile.
"Okay!" Qian Guming nodded quickly.
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