Chapter 29 An Unexpected Soul Bone.
The classroom and office building was located behind the fifth and sixth grade teaching building, some distance from the freshman teaching building.
Downstairs in the office building, Wu Xuan didn't put the left arm bone of the Flame Ape, with its seven thousand years of cultivation, into his soul tool.
If he wanted to keep this soul bone, he believed Qian Gu Ming and Nanmen Yun'er wouldn't object, but Wu Xuan wasn't that kind of person.
"I already have a soul bone from the academy's reward, so you can distribute this one given by Teacher Mu." With that, Wu Xuan handed the soul bone to the two of them.
Although Nanmen Yun'er's dark green eyes showed some interest, she still shook her head: "This soul bone's attributes aren't suitable for me. You're getting a good deal, you idiot."
"Yun'er, you're so sweet! Come here and give me a hug!" Qian Gu Ming said, opening his arms and leaning towards Nanmen Yun'er.
"Get lost! Don't disgust me!" Nanmen Yun'er angrily kicked Qian Gu Ming.
"Alright, Xiao Ming! If you encounter a soul bone suitable for Yun'er in the future, just don't forget about Yun'er." Wu Xuan smiled.
"Don't worry, Brother Xuan! I'll do it even if you don't tell me," Qian Guming assured him.
"Hmph! That's more like it," Nanmen Yun'er scoffed softly.
After a playful ride, the three returned to the freshman teaching building before parting ways.
Wu Xuan was ostensibly a control-type Soul Master, while Qian Guming was a power-attack-type Soul Master, so they were naturally assigned to Class 1. Nanmen Yun'er, a speed-attack-type Soul Master, was assigned to the adjacent Class 2.
"Report!" Wu Xuan and Qian Guming called out from outside the classroom.
"Come in," Wang Yan's voice rang out. Wu Xuan and Qian Guming entered one after the other, immediately attracting the attention of the entire class.
Of the four freshman classes, Class 1 was undoubtedly the strongest, but it didn't have the most students. The power-attack and control-type Soul Masters combined only numbered around sixty. The largest class was Class 4, the mixed class.
Wang Yan smiled gently, "You've come back just in time; we're about to start electing class monitors. Take your seats."
"Okay!" Wu Xuan nodded, then scanned the entire class.
The classes had been reorganized, and the seats were all mixed up. At a glance, Wu Xuan saw many familiar figures. For example, Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao from Class 1; Dai Huabin and his two companions from Class 5; Wu Feng from Class 9; and Zhou Sichen and Cao Jinxuan from Class 10.
The two found an empty seat and sat down.
On the platform, Wang Yan continued, "Now we will elect the class monitor and vice-monitor. Since all the students in Class 1 are either offensive or control-type Soul Masters, the class monitor and vice-monitor will be from the offensive and control types. They will rotate every month. I will nominate them, and then everyone will vote anonymously."
As he spoke, he turned to the blackboard and wrote two rows of names. The first row listed the offensive type, followed by Wu Xuan, Qian Guming, Wang Dong, Dai Huabin, Zhou Sichen, Huang Chutian, and Wu Feng.
The second row listed the control type, with Huo Yuhao as the first name, followed by Cao Jinxuan, Lan Susu, and Lan Luoluo.
A total of eleven names appeared on the blackboard. The order in which Wang Yan wrote the names revealed his thoughts.
"Wait a minute, Teacher Wang! Isn't Wu Xuan a control-type Soul Master?" Qian Guming raised his hand and asked.
"Oh! It's like this, Dean Yan watched Wu Xuan's match, and before leaving, he specifically told Director Du that he believes Wu Xuan's talent is better suited for a power-attack type," Wang Yan said calmly.
"Wow!" The entire class stared at Wu Xuan in disbelief. For a first-year student who had just passed the freshman assessment to receive Dean Yan's attention was something the freshmen wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Only the students from the original Class 9 looked at Wu Xuan with a strange gaze; this scene seemed strangely familiar to them.
"Alright, everyone, raise your hands to vote. Those who agree that Wu Xuan should be class monitor, please raise your hands." As soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, almost everyone in the class raised their right hands in unison.
Even Wang Dong and Dai Huabin, who had always been dissatisfied with Wu Xuan, raised their hands.
Wu Xuan was indifferent to this; class monitor it was, who in the entire Class 1 dared to disobey him?
"Alright! Since everyone agrees, Wu Xuan will be the class monitor for the Assault Department."
"Now let's choose the vice class monitor for the Control Department."
But when Huo Yuhao's name appeared first on the Control Department's list, it caused a murmur among the students. The students who were originally from Class 1 of the freshmen class were relatively calm, as Huo Yuhao was their class monitor and they knew how hard he worked. But most of the students from the other freshmen classes who had been merged into the Control Department looked disdainful.
"Teacher Wang, I have an objection." Wu Feng, who was sitting in the back row not far from Dai Huabin, suddenly raised her hand and said. Wang
Yan's teaching style was always gentle, and he smiled and said, "What's your problem, Wu Feng?"
Wu Feng said with a contemptuous look, "I don't think Huo Yuhao is qualified to participate in the class monitor selection. He's just a one-ring Soul Master, what right does he have to run for class monitor?"
It was precisely because they lost to Huo Yuhao and the other two that Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Li Ya were directly eliminated, and the three of them didn't even make it into the top sixteen. Wu Feng's resentment had not subsided. At this moment, she immediately raised her protest.
Her words immediately received a lot of support from the students.
Seeing so many classmates respond, Wu Feng continued, "Teacher Wang, our class not only has two-ring Soul Masters, but even three-ring Soul Masters. Why should we let a one-ring Soul Master run for class monitor? Can he convince everyone?"
"Bang!" Wang Dong slammed his hand on the table and stood up, turning to point at Wu Feng, "Don't go too far. You're not satisfied with losing to us in the elimination rounds? If you're so capable, beat us in the actual assessment!"
Wu Feng angrily said, "I'm not convinced, so what? Isn't it said that control-type is countered by power-type? If he can beat me, I'll admit it. I'll acknowledge his qualifications to run for class monitor."
"You're talking nonsense, I'll fight you. If you're so capable, come to the Soul Battle Zone with me." Wang Dong's bright eyes almost spit fire, and his soul power was already stirring.
"Enough." Wang Yan's authoritative voice suddenly appeared with a strong fluctuation of soul power, suppressing the two of them into silence.
"Sit down."
Wu Feng and Wang Dong reluctantly returned to their seats.
Wang Yan said in a deep voice, "Since there are objections, let's vote. If more than half of the people disagree with Huo Yuhao running for class monitor, then I will remove his name. Those who disagree, please raise your hands." As soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, almost two-thirds of the students in the class raised their hands.
Wang Yan obviously did not expect this situation to occur, and for a moment he was stunned.
Wang Dong was about to get up again in anger, but was pulled back by Huo Yuhao beside him.
Wu Feng said smugly, "Teacher Wang, we have more than half the votes, right? Please remove his name."
Wang Yan was truly in a dilemma. He had taught many students, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Moreover, he had already spoken, and now he was in a bind. He could only look at Huo Yuhao apologetically.
Just as he was about to announce the disqualification of Huo Yuhao from running for class monitor, Huo Yuhao slowly raised his right hand.
Wang Yan said, "Huo Yuhao, you speak."
Huo Yuhao slowly stood up and said calmly, "Teacher Wang, I understand the objection raised by Wu Feng. Before you announce the disqualification of me from running for class monitor, I want to say that I am willing to accept Wu Feng's challenge. If I win, please let everyone vote again."
Wang Yan's pupils contracted slightly. Looking at Huo Yuhao's calm eyes, he remained silent for a few seconds. Then, taking a deep breath, he nodded and said, "Alright, since that's the case, I agree to let you two compete in the Soul Arena. However, to be fair, let's make this a bet. If Wu Feng defeats Huo Yuhao, then Huo Yuhao's eligibility to run for class monitor will be revoked. Conversely, Wu Feng's eligibility to run for class monitor of the Martial Soul Department will be revoked. Today, I'll make an exception; everyone stand up and head to the Martial Soul Arena."
Wu Xuan glanced at Huo Yuhao indifferently, offering no opinion. Mind your own business; watching the show is far more enjoyable.
Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng had already entered the Soul Arena. To be on the safe side, Wang Yan personally acted as their referee.
Upon entering the arena, Wang Yan solemnly said, "I remind you again that this is a friendly spar between classmates. You can do your best, but you must never injure your opponent. Understand?"
Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng nodded simultaneously. Wu Feng casually said, "Don't worry, Teacher Wang, I know what I'm doing."
With that, Wu Feng turned and walked to the side of the arena.
The match began!
As Wang Yan gave the order, Wu Feng instantly leaped out, her Red Dragon Martial Soul activated, two yellow soul rings gleaming, and she transformed into a red cloud, charging towards Huo Yuhao at full speed.
Huo Yuhao activated his first soul ring, hastily dodging.
The two exchanged blows, but neither could gain the upper hand. However, after Wu Feng unleashed her soul skill, Huo Yuhao was completely overwhelmed.
A purple light flashed in Huo Yuhao's spiritual eyes, and he activated his Twin Cyclops soul bone skill.
Wu Feng froze, clutching her head and kneeling on the ground, the intense pain in her head causing her soul power to fluctuate unstablely.
"Huo Yuhao, you're courting death! Second soul skill, Dragon's Wrath!" With her headache lessening, Wu Feng roared and charged towards Huo Yuhao.
The two clashed again, this time Huo Yuhao was completely powerless to resist, bleeding from the corner of his mouth from Wu Feng's series of attacks. His vision blurred, and he seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
Just as Wang Yan was about to step in to end the match...
"I haven't lost yet!" Under everyone's gaze, Huo Yuhao struggled to his feet. When he raised his head, the spectators were astonished to find that Huo Yuhao's crimson eyes had changed color, turning into a terrifying, death-filled gray! —The next moment, his gray spiritual eyes lit up. The gray light flickered slightly. The next moment, Wu Feng's scream rang out from the other side.
At that moment, Wu Feng's eyes also turned gray, and then he fell heavily backward, crashing to the ground and falling into a coma.
The battle was over, and every student in Class 1 of the first year was silent, as if they had been choked.
Wu Xuan frowned, because he realized that Huo Yuhao hadn't used the power of Electrolux, but had someone else fight for him.
He'd even learned to find loopholes. Wu Xuan didn't want to say anything more about it.
On the Soul Fighting Stage, Huo Yuhao's body swayed slightly, the gray in his eyes slowly receding, and his eyes, now black again, swept over the students in the stands. Then he slowly walked off the field, without glancing at Wu Feng again.
Wang Yan quickly went to Wu Feng's side and checked her body. She had only fainted and hadn't suffered any real harm. But Wang Yan still quickly picked her up and took her to the infirmary.
Wang Dong quickly supported the swaying Huo Yuhao, his face full of concern. Wu Xuan stood motionless to the side.
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