Chapter 42 The True Body Martial Soul "Fat" Chapter 42 The True Body Martial Soul "Fat" "
Since you put it that way, then I'll reluctantly agree."
"Okay!"
Mu Jin smiled slightly: "Any objections? You can raise any objections, as long as you can beat your class monitor."
The students below immediately booed.
The fat student muttered, "Who can beat Boss Han Yu? One glare and not only will someone be killed, but they might also embarrass themselves."
Surprisingly, the bespectacled student next to him nodded in agreement; it was unclear when the two had become allies.
Seeing that no one objected, Mu Jin nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Since there are no objections, then it's decided."
"Everyone stand up, assemble in the Soul Fighting Area!"
"Yes!"
All the students instantly stood up and headed towards the Soul Fighting Stage.
On the way to the Soul Arena, the chubby student jogged up to Han Yu, his small eyes crinkling with a smile. "Boss Han Yu, go easy on me later, my body's weak, I can't withstand your attacks."
Han Yu scrutinized him, noticing his heavy, glistening fat under the sunlight.
"Don't worry, since you call me 'boss,' I'll definitely take good care of you and help you lose weight,"
Han Yu said with a smile.
"No way, Boss Han Yu, don't scare me! I only have this much fat left, if I lose it, my strength will drop!"
the chubby student said with a wry smile.
"Is your spirit a leopard elephant?" Han Yu asked curiously, remembering a certain chubby guy.
"What leopard elephant? My spirit is nowhere near that, my spirit is just this fat body of mine," the chubby student said, never one to mince words.
Upon hearing this, Han Yu paused slightly, then asked, "A Body Martial Soul?"
The fat man looked blank, clearly knowing very little about the Body Martial Soul Han Yu was referring to.
He couldn't help but ask, "Boss Han Yu, what is a Body Martial Soul?"
"You don't know?" Han Yu looked surprised.
"No, my family comes from a relatively remote city within the Heavenly Soul Empire. We have some connections with the local city lord, and I spent a lot of money to get a recommendation letter, which allowed me to get into Shrek Academy."
The fat man spoke with a hint of inferiority, something he usually didn't show, but he hid it well.
Han Yu led him to a secluded corner. Mu Jin, who was standing nearby, didn't say anything and led the students towards the Soul Battle Zone.
Han Yu whispered, "A Body Martial Soul is a part of a human body. Generally speaking, the more important it is to the human body, the higher the strength of the Martial Soul. The top-tier ones are comparable to Super Martial Souls."
"For example, my Sharingan is a Body Martial Soul, the part is my eyes, understand?"
After Han Yu's explanation, the fat student finally understood and nodded blankly.
Seeing his expression, Han Yu understood that the fat man hadn't grasped his meaning.
"Your martial soul isn't bad; in fact, it might be very strong, at least as powerful as the elephant I mentioned earlier."
"Huh? Boss Han Yu, didn't you say that the more important a part of the body the martial soul is to the body, the stronger it is?"
"My martial soul is just fat. Losing a piece of flesh won't kill me, so I really don't see where the strength lies."
"Losing a piece of flesh won't kill you, but what if you lost it all? Would you die?"
Han Yu smiled slightly.
The fat man instantly understood, then excitedly asked, "Boss, do you think my martial soul is top-tier?"
"Not quite top-tier, maybe a little lacking, but if developed well, it's no less than a top-tier martial soul. You can show me your soul skills later."
Han Yu estimated that a body-based martial soul like Fat, whether developed well or not, was disgusting.
He had a general idea in mind and planned to check the soul skills later.
The fat man was excited, his fat jiggling as he laughed, completely covering his eyes: "No wonder you're so strong, boss! Your martial soul is a top-tier body-based martial soul! By the way, boss, my surname is Yuan, my given name is Gun Gun, and I'm eleven years old. You can just call me Gun Gun."
Hearing this, Han Yu's lips twitched. He looked the fat man over carefully again, completely unable to believe he was only eleven; he was younger than him. He nodded in agreement: "Not a bad name, truly fitting."
"Let's go, Gun, Gun Gun,"
Han Yu said somewhat awkwardly, then strode towards the Soul Battle area.
Gun Gun hurriedly followed, taking small, quick steps.
The Soul Battle Zone was located in the northwest corner of the Martial Soul Department, not far from Class 9 of the freshmen.
Soon, Han Yu and Yuan Gun Gun caught up with the main group and arrived at the Soul Battle Zone.
Mu Jin stepped onto the arena first and said, "For this practical training class, I will be the referee, and Han Yu will be the champion. Whoever defeats him will be awarded a Mysterious Water Pill by the teacher."
Wow!
Mysterious Water Pill!
Upon hearing Mu Jin's words, most of the students were filled with shock, and those who had never heard of the Mysterious Water Pill asked those who knew about it.
"Ahem!"
The bespectacled student coughed lightly, attracting most of the attention. He cleared his throat and said, "The Profound Water Pill is said to be priceless. Taking one can improve a Soul Master's innate deficiencies. It is made by a certain sect using dozens of precious herbs and the essence blood of Soul Beasts." "It is
extremely precious. Theoretically, taking it can increase one level of innate Soul Power. Of course, the higher one's innate Soul Power, the less effective it is. It is more suitable for those with lower innate Soul Power."
Han Yu looked at Mu Jin's pained expression and couldn't help but secretly praise the generosity.
Then she asked in a low voice, "Gungun, what level is your innate Soul Power?"
Yuan Gungun seemed a little embarrassed and scratched his head, saying, "I'm only level seven, and because I'm usually busy eating and drinking, my Soul Power is only level twenty-five now."
Innate level seven, Soul Power level twenty-five, Han Yu looked at Yuan Gungun with some surprise.
This talent is very strong. He can cultivate to level twenty-five even while busy eating and drinking. It seems he must work very hard.
"Although I know your strength relies entirely on fat, you still need to dedicate more time to cultivating your soul power. After all, higher soul power means greater strength,"
Han Yu nodded, then couldn't help but remind him.
Yuan Gungun nodded, seemingly troubled: "I also want to cultivate diligently, but my cultivation speed is very slow, not even as fast as eating."
"Hmm?"
Han Yu was taken aback. What did he hear? Eating increases soul power?
"You mean, you increase your soul power by eating?"
"Yes, boss, my family used to be quite wealthy, but after my martial soul awakened, plus giving the city lord a large sum of money, my family is almost bankrupt now."
"I'm already very restrained at the academy, otherwise my soul power would probably be one level higher," Yuan Gungun said cautiously. He
seemed afraid people would call him a glutton, after all, being able to bankrupt a wealthy family is something most people can't do.
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Han Yu's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected to find such a talent at Shrek Academy. With Yuan Gun Gun's talent for combining eating with soul power, he could probably even reach the Limit Douluo level in the future. He
made up his mind to kidnap him.
However, now was not the time; he needed to plan carefully.
Looking at the silent Han Yu, a trace of sadness flashed in Yuan Gun Gun's eyes.
"Useless trash, what use are you? What use are you besides eating?"
"That's right, you might as well die sooner. A glutton like you staying at home will only make the family poorer and poorer."
Sure enough, everyone hated him, this glutton. He vaguely remembered the look of disgust in his second uncle's eyes when he looked at him, and the voices cursing him echoing in his ears, making him lower his head in pain.
"Gun Gun, your talent is very strong. Here are two thousand gold soul coins for you to take first. Don't restrain yourself; strength is the most important thing. Come to me when you run out of money."
Just as Yuan Gun Gun was feeling down, Han Yu's gentle voice rang out, and a money bag appeared before him.
"Boss,"
Yuan Gungun's eyes, hidden beneath his fat belly, were red, and his voice choked with emotion. He hadn't expected that besides his parents, there would be someone who didn't despise him, but instead gave him money to eat as much as he wanted.
"Take it. If you feel bad about it, you can pay me back later,"
Han Yu waved his hand dismissively, then jumped onto the fighting platform.
"Boss, I will repay you,"
Yuan Gungun thought to himself, clutching the money pouch tightly in his fat hands.
"Gungun, come up here, let me see your strength."
"Boss, I'm coming."
Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yuan Gungun clumsily walked towards the fighting platform.
Soon, the distance between the two had widened to a hundred meters.
Mu Jin stood in the center of the arena, arms outstretched. After observing that both were ready, she suddenly shouted, "Begin!"
Han Yu, eager to see Yuan Gungun's strength, immediately rushed towards him at lightning speed, covering fifty meters in just a few breaths.
On the other side, Yuan Gungun was still releasing his martial soul.
Yellow, yellow, two yellow hundred-year soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Looking at the two yellow spirit rings, a flicker of pain flashed in Yuan Gungun's eyes, seemingly triggering unpleasant memories.
"Father, I will prove I'm not a waste, and show Second Uncle and the others they misjudged me."
This second spirit ring was hunted by his parents for him, for which his father lost an arm and suffered a significant loss of strength.
When his father, with only one arm remaining, slowly approached him, smiling as he asked him to absorb the spirit ring, his heart ached as if being stabbed.
Afterwards, his parents used their savings to obtain a letter of recommendation from the city lord, which allowed him to enter this renowned first academy on the continent.
Coming to his senses, Yuan Gungun suddenly shouted, "Martial Soul Possession!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an astonishing change occurred. Yuan Gungun, who was originally only about 1.7 meters tall, suddenly grew to 2.5 meters, his body also expanding considerably, estimated to be about 1.6 meters in diameter, looking like a ball of flesh.
Han Yu threw the first punch, directly hitting Yuan Gungun's thick belly, the smooth surface immediately dented.
"Hehe, boss, it doesn't hurt at all."
Yuan Gungun's somewhat simple and honest voice rang out, and then his first spirit ring lit up.
"First spirit skill, Partial Multiplication Technique!"
Yuan Gungun's spirit power surged, and Han Yu felt a huge push coming from him. His previously concave belly was instantly bounced away like a rubber ball.
"Holy crap."
Han Yu, who was bounced away, did a few backflips, steadied himself, and landed quietly.
Seeing Yuan Gungun's belly suddenly enlarged several times, he couldn't help but complain.
"What a disgusting ability. I can't use illusion magic right now, and I really can't do anything to Gun Gun with just hand-to-hand combat."
Seeing Han Yu suddenly stop moving, a cunning glint flashed in Yuan Gun Gun's eyes, and his second soul ring shone brightly.
"Second Soul Skill, Flesh Ball Impact!"
As Yuan Gun Gun's voice fell, his head shrank inward, and his limbs followed closely behind, instantly transforming into a nearly three-meter-long, perfectly round flesh ball.
Boom boom boom!
A huge roar resounded, and the huge flesh ball was surprisingly fast, rushing directly towards Han Yu.
"You shouldn't be called Gun Gun, you should be called Ding Ci!"
Han Yu complained, then moved his body slightly to the left a few steps, dodging the flesh ball.
"Boss, don't dodge, let me bump into you." A
silly voice came from inside the flesh ball, and then the flesh ball changed course at an incredible angle, changing from front to back, and attacked Han Yu again.
"Hmph! I'm not afraid of you!"
Han Yu sneered inwardly. Dodging all the time wasn't a solution, so he immediately channeled his soul power and punched the flesh ball.
Splat!
Han Yu's fist moved with unparalleled force, instantly creating a concave shape in the fleshy ball, penetrating more than halfway into it.
"Most of the power has been dissipated, and it doesn't seem to have hurt Gun Gun." Feeling the cotton-like sensation in his hand, Han Yu's alarm bells rang out.
"Partial Expansion Technique!"
Han Han's voice rang out again!
Bang!
The deeper it penetrates, the greater the rebound force. A figure was instantly sent flying out of the fleshy ball, finally stopping twenty meters away.
"Damn, that's disgusting." Han Yu was annoyed as he was sent flying again. Gun Gun was the second person to make him suffer.
"Holy crap, is Fatty really that strong? He actually sent Boss Han Yu flying." Glasses looked at the Fatty who was displaying such power on the field with a shocked expression.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng were also dumbfounded.
Ning Tian couldn't help but ask, "Feng Mei, if it were you, could you beat Yuan Gun Gun?"
Wu Feng curled her lip in disdain: "I definitely couldn't beat him in pure strength, but I think he couldn't withstand my flames. He shouldn't be my match."
"Without using the Sharingan, you simply can't win. Should I use the katana? This is just a sparring match; it wouldn't be good if Gun Gun got hurt."
Han Yu pondered for a moment. Her moves were all quite powerful, not really suitable for sparring.
"How about trying that?"
Han Yu remembered a skill she hadn't used in a long time.
"Thunderous Fury, Thunderous Might!"
With the enhancement of lightning attribute, Han Yu was enveloped in lightning, and a large lightning net instantly appeared, directly covering Yuan Gun Gun.
"Accept the baptism of thunder, Gun Gun!"
Han Yu snorted and suddenly moved forward to the side of the meatball, the lightning in her hands becoming even more intense.
Sizzle!
With a slam of her large hand, lightning instantly surged into the meatball through Han Yu's hands.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out, and Yuan Gungun, who had been transformed into a ball of flesh, instantly reverted to his original form. His short, neat hair stood on end, his body convulsed, and he spewed black smoke.
"Boss, I surrender."
Yuan Gungun raised his short hands in a gesture of surrender.
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Seeing this, Han Yu stopped the electrotherapy and sneered, "Was it good?"
"Not at all! Boss, help me up, my whole body is numb, my legs are a little weak,"
Yuan Gungun's憨憨 (simple and honest) voice rang out.
Han Yu's lips twitched. Looking at the vastly different sizes, he said seriously, "I still have to defend the ring. Hey, Glasses, come up and help Gungun."
Glasses looked around, then noticed everyone was looking at him, and pointed at himself: "Me?"
"Yes, you!"
Glasses' lips twitched slightly. Resignedly, he walked towards the platform, preparing to help Yuan Gungun off the stage.
"Ouch!"
"Fatty, why do you still have electricity on you?" Glasses felt a numbness in his body and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Really? I didn't feel it. Maybe I was just numb from the electric shock."
Then Glasses cursed as he helped Yuan Gungun off the stage.
Han Yu looked around at the students below. They were basically a bunch of weaklings at the first and second rings, and he felt that dealing with them one by one was too troublesome.
"Teacher Mu, why don't we let them all come at us together?"
"Except for the support."
Remembering that these people might cause him to lose with the help of support, he added at the end.
Mu Jin was a little taken aback, then nodded frankly: "You heard what your class monitor said, aren't you angry? If it were me, I couldn't stand it."
So that's how you are, Teacher Mu.
Han Yu's lips twitched. As a teacher, leading the way in stirring up trouble had a remarkable effect.
The students below were all indignant, clenching their fists.
"The class monitor is too arrogant. We may not be as strong as him, but are we afraid of him with so many of us?" a male student said.
"Teacher is right, I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of anger." another male student added.
"Brothers, let's go side by side, beat the class monitor, and get the Xuan Shui Dan, charge!" As
soon as the words fell, a large group of people jumped onto the arena. The male student who spoke first took a few steps back, protecting the others in front of him.
A student noticed his actions and asked curiously, "Brother, why are you backing down? Go for it!"
"I'm an agility-based attacker. You guys draw their fire, I'll find the right moment and deliver the fatal blow. I guarantee we'll win this match."
Hearing this, the male student immediately looked admiringly at him: "Brother, you're brilliant! I'll cover for you. I'll go first."
"Idiot, rushing so fast, do you want to get beaten up?" The first male student to speak curled his lip in disdain.
Ning Tian glanced curiously at Wu Feng standing beside him and asked, "Feng-mei, aren't you going?"
"Tch, those guys up there are all a bunch of weaklings. Even if they all went together, they wouldn't be able to exert much strength. I'll fight him one-on-one later. He can't use his Sharingan, so I'm going to vent my anger."
After saying that, Wu Feng forcefully shook her clenched fist.
As Wu Feng expected, Han Yu was like cutting melons and vegetables, punching one student and then kicking another away.
Soon, the fastest group was all knocked off the stage.
Just as Han Yu had knocked a student away, a student with the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul appeared out of nowhere, two yellow spirit rings swirling around his body.
"Class monitor, take this!"
A claw attack came with lightning speed.
Han Yu's lips twitched, and he coldly said, "Very well, you've violated my taboo!"
He sidestepped the attack, quickly grabbing the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student by the neck with his right hand, lifting his entire body up. His eyes were fixed on him, and he coldly said, "Do you also want to dance?"
The Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student felt an overwhelming aura wash over him, making his mind somewhat hazy.
"A perfect opportunity!"
Seeing the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student draw Han Yu's attention at the cost of his own life, two other students rushed out from the left and right, preparing to launch a sneak attack.
Han Yu glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and immediately spotted them. He raised his hand and threw the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul student, sending him flying through the air in an arc before he fell off the stage.
Then, Han Yu turned and leaped high into the air, executing a beautiful split and instantly kicking both of them away.
"Ah!"
A series of screams rang out as Han Yu, like an elegant dancer, moved across the fighting stage, taking down a student with each flash. Soon, only one student remained below the stage—the very same male student who had spoken first.
"Are you going down yourself, or should I send you down?"
Before the male student could even speak, someone in the audience couldn't help but shout, "Brother, go for it! We've all been knocked off the stage. You haven't found your chance yet! The class monitor is definitely all bark and no bite after this battle. Just go for it! If you beat him, the Xuan Shui Dan is yours!"
The male student's expression shifted slightly. He thought to himself, "That's right, how come I didn't think of that? The class monitor is definitely all bark and no bite right now. Otherwise
, why wouldn't he just attack directly? Instead, he's pretending to be polite and asking me questions. Maybe he's really weak. If I can defeat him, not only will I get the Xuan Shui Dan, but all the pretty girls in the class will look at me differently.
This time, the advantage is on my side. I'm sure to win!
" "Hahahaha!" Seemingly thinking of the bright future, the male student couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Han Yu's expression was strange. Looking at the male student laughing wildly, she felt inexplicably familiar.
"Fine, since he won't admit defeat, I'll send him on his way."
With that thought, Han Yu's figure flashed, and she instantly appeared in front of the male student.
The maniacal laughter abruptly stopped. Staring in disbelief at the suddenly appearing Han Yu, a single thought flashed through his mind.
"He's not weak. My stupid teammates ruined my chances!"
A figure then flew out in an arc, crashing heavily to the ground below the stage.
"How could you be so useless? We were supposed to be drawing your fire, damn it!"
A chorus of curses erupted.
"Finished, that's enough."
Han Yu dusted off his hands, preparing to end his match.
Just then, a fiery red figure leaped onto the fighting platform, arms crossed, staring directly at Han Yu.
"Hey, are you alright? Maybe you should take a break?"
Han Yu was startled; he hadn't seen Wu Feng come up on stage earlier. So this was him waiting here.
"First, I'm not called 'Hey,' I have a name. You can call me Han Yu."
"Second, I'm the class monitor of Class Nine now, please call me Class Monitor."
"Third, a man can't say he can't, even if he can't, he has to be able to!"
Han Yu looked at Wu Feng seriously. This little wildcat was a bit too eager; he'd just been taught a lesson, and now he was already impatient to get beaten up again.
"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense. Since you say you're capable, then make your move!"
"Alright!"
Following the rules, the two separated by a hundred meters. After Mu Jin shouted "Start!",
Wu Feng moved almost instantly. Her red hair fluttered, transforming her into a fiery red shadow, rushing towards Han Yu at full speed.
As she ran, dragon scales began to cover half her body. Her second soul skill, Dragon's Fury, instantly activated, and her school uniform burst open, revealing a tight-fitting leather jacket underneath. (
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His first spirit ring suddenly ignited—Dragon Flame.
The intense red light on his body instantly turned dark red, and he seemed to transform into a real red dragon, lunging towards Han Yu.
Soon, the two were only six meters apart. Wu Feng slammed his left foot into the ground, leaving a charred mark.
Then, his body sprang up, shooting towards Han Yu like an arrow released from a bow.
Han Yu moved at this moment. As Wu Feng moved, his legs slightly bent, then suddenly straightened, his body swiftly dodging to the right.
Simultaneously, he kicked out, aiming straight for Wu Feng's abdomen.
Wu Feng's attack was from above, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, his palms striking towards Han Yu's shoulders.
Although he wasn't using his Sharingan, Han Yu's eyesight far surpassed others, instantly catching what appeared to him as a snail's pace. He
then merely adjusted his position slightly, dodging the attack, and then kicked Wu Feng in the abdomen.
Seeing Han Yu escape her attack, Wu Feng was in great pain, but his body couldn't change direction for the time being, so he could only continue lunging forward, preparing to take Han Yu's kick head-on.
Unexpectedly, Han Yu instantly retracted her kick, then suddenly leaped behind Wu Feng, kicking him with her right foot, striking his seemingly elastic and pert buttocks.
Attacked in the buttocks, Wu Feng immediately lost his balance, letting out a cry of surprise. Just as he was about to land face-first, Wu Feng, in a moment of quick thinking, stretched out his right hand to brace himself against the ground, performing a "Thomas Spin" to dissipate the impact and instantly stand up.
His gaze towards Han Yu was filled with shame and anger, and then he kicked out with all his might.
But unexpectedly, Han Yu was faster than him. The moment her right foot kicked out, she was already behind him, her right palm extended, crackling with lightning, striking Wu Feng's back solidly.
"Hmm,"
a tingling sensation came, and before she could react, the immense force propelled her ten meters away.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her body twitching slightly, clearly the tingling sensation from the lightning was still taking effect.
What humiliated and enraged Wu Feng even more was that Han Yu had actually kicked her in the buttocks, a place even the young master hadn't touched.
"Bastard, I'm going to beat you to death!" Wu Feng roared in shame and anger, like a little female cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with fur. The
intense dragon fire burned even more fiercely, the scorching air currents raising the temperature of the Soul Arena by several degrees.
Ten meters was not a distance for a Soul Master, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Feng was already in front of Han Yu, his left hand aimed directly at Han Yu's chest.
Han Yu reacted quickly, grabbing Wu Feng's left hand with her left hand, and suddenly grabbing Wu Feng's body with her right hand, trying to throw her behind her back.
But unexpectedly, the leather jacket was too smooth, and her right hand slid, feeling a protrusion appear, instinctively pinching it, and then suddenly pulling backward.
"Ah!" A cry of pain, tinged with anger and embarrassment, rang out as Wu Feng's body moved forward along with the bulge he had been grabbed.
Han Yu, looking bewildered, realized he might have grabbed something incredible.
He quickly released his right hand, performing several backflips to create distance.
Then, he stretched out his right hand and shouted, "Stop!"
Wu Feng felt a slight swelling in his chest, rubbing it uncomfortably. A surprising curve bounced in his chest, much to the delight of the surrounding students.
As the pain subsided, Wu Feng finally realized what had happened.
His face flushed crimson, and ignoring Han Yu's "Stop!", he pushed off with his right leg, charging forward like a cannonball.
Han Yu sighed. He knew what he had done was dishonorable, but it wasn't intentional. He
quickly looked at Mu Jin, his eyes pleading for help.
The students below the stage were too far away to see what had happened, but Mu Jin, who was closest to the two, saw everything clearly. She cursed under her breath and then intervened to stop Wu Feng.
"Enough, Wu Feng, stop. You can't even touch Han Yu's clothes. There's no point in continuing."
Wu Feng still looked angry and ashamed. "Teacher, I'm not convinced! He... he actually..." He
even started to sob slightly at the end. It hurt, it really hurt.
It was unclear whether Wu Feng was crying because of the pain or for some other reason.
Han Yu's face showed slight embarrassment as she asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"You can't beat me."
"I... humph!"
Wu Feng didn't know how to retort for a moment. He jumped off the stage and quickly disappeared, Ning Tian trying to stop him.
"Ah, what happened? Wu Feng seems really angry."
Ning Tian looked at her questioningly from below the stage. Han Yu shrugged, spreading her hands to indicate she didn't know either.
"Alright, students, now you know how weak you are. If you want to stay at Shrek Academy, work harder from now on. Class dismissed."
Mu Jin finished speaking, stepped off the fighting stage first, and turned to leave.
The fighting ended, and class was dismissed. Class 9 of the new book class dispersed.
Only Yuan Gun Gun remained below the stage. Han Yu approached him.
"Class dismissed, let's go eat!"
Han Yu wanted to pat Yuan Gun Gun's shoulder, but seeing the grease on it, she calmly withdrew her hand and strode forward.
"Okay, boss!"
She easily found her way to the cafeteria, to the same familiar window.
"Auntie, give me three meals."
The cafeteria auntie clearly remembered Han Yu's handsome appearance. She smiled at him and then served him three meals, kindly adding a little extra soul beast meat.
"Kid, eat more, you're still growing."
Looking at Han Yu, who was about the same age as her own child, the auntie said with a smile.
Han Yu was taken aback, then smiled back.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
"Gungun, take as much as you can eat, don't worry about the money."
Then, as she turned and passed Yuan Gungun, she gave him a word of advice.
Afterwards, they went to their usual spot, took out the table they had just bought, and began to feast.
"Boss, I'm here, hehe!"
Yuan Gungun, who had quickly finished getting his food, also came to Han Yu. Han Yu looked up and gestured for him to sit down.
The already small table was instantly filled to the brim.
"You have five meals here?"
Han Yu looked up, surprised, and glanced at Yuan Gungun.
"Mmm, get five servings of food first. I can't carry them all by myself. I'll get more after I finish this. Finally, I can eat my fill!"
Yuan
Gungun said happily, eating heartily.
Han Yu: "."
Half an hour later. Yuan Gungun patted his belly contentedly, then followed Han Yu out of the cafeteria.
Han Yu's
lips twitched slightly. Yuan Gungun had eaten almost a hundred gold soul coins in this meal. It seemed that the two thousand gold soul coins he had given him wouldn't last long.
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Calculating his meager assets, Bei Bei gave him two thousand gold soul coins, Ning Tian, the little rich woman, lost four thousand gold soul coins to him in a bet
, and he gave Gun Gun two thousand gold soul coins. Now he only had four thousand gold soul coins left. Right, he still had two thousand gold soul coins from Dai Huabin.
That guy was ungrateful; a whole day had passed, and he still hadn't sent the money.
Adding all the money, it didn't exceed ten thousand gold soul coins, which wasn't enough for the two of them to spend.
Since Yuan Gun Gun had acknowledged him as his boss, it was only right that he take care of his little brother.
Next, he needed to find a way to make money, but before that, he had to collect the debt!
"Gun Gun! Come with me to do something!"
Han Yu glanced at Gun Gun beside him and then spoke.
Yuan Gun Gun chuckled, "What is it, boss?"
"Collecting a debt! Someone owes me money and hasn't paid it back. This is your future living expenses, what do you say we do?"
Han Yu crossed his arms, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Gungun instantly panicked. This concerned his living expenses, and anyone who dared to stop him from eating was unforgivable.
He imitated Han Yu, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes, though his chest was too wide to cross his arms properly, making it look somewhat comical.
Then, with an angry expression, he said, "Boss, is that even a question? Anyone who dares to owe us money, we'll take them down! Tell me, who do you want to take down!"
Han Yu said in a deep voice, "Class 5, Dai Huabin!"
Class 5.
Most of the students had already eaten lunch and were resting or cultivating in the classroom.
"Who is Dai Huabin! Get out here!"
Just then, a loud shout rang out, startling the resting students.
Seeing two figures, one fat and one thin, appear outside the door,
the students of Class 5 were stunned for a moment, then quickly surrounded them.
One of the students couldn't help but ask, "Which class are you from? What do you want with Class Leader Dai?"
The two were none other than Han Yu and Yuan Gungun.
Yuan Gungun crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Dai Huabin owes our boss money. We're here to collect it. Make him get out of here right now, or we'll be going in."
"Ah, are you kidding me? Class Monitor Dai Huabin owes you money?"
"You must be mistaken!"
The student who had spoken earlier couldn't help but say.
He knew that Dai Huabin came from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, a famous family on the continent.
If not the top tier, it was at least one of the best, and the family's wealth was enormous.
His father was even a marshal of the Star Luo Empire, known as the "God of War."
"Hmph! Are you kidding me? Do I look like I'm kidding?"
Yuan Gungun's eyes widened like copper bells, his fleshy face trembling slightly. He viciously grabbed the student's collar and lifted him more than a meter off the ground.
"You, you let go of me, you fat pig!"
The student lost his balance, his legs kicking wildly, and he grabbed Yuan Gungun's fleshy hands, trying to pry open the hand holding his collar.
His face flushed red from lack of oxygen, and his speech was broken and intermittent.
"You dare call me a fat pig?"
Yuan Gungun's face contorted with rage. He hated being called that. He clenched his fist around the collar and hurled the student behind him. The student screamed in mid-air before crashing to the ground.
"Class monitor, save me!"
"Hasn't that gone too far? Acting like this in my Class Five, are you disrespecting me?"
Just then, the crowd parted, and Dai Huabin, with his center-parted hair, strolled over.
"Oh, who are you? State your name. I don't mess with nobodys."
Yuan Gungun stood still, picking his ear with his chubby hand, then glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said indifferently.
"He's too arrogant. Class monitor, he needs to be taught a lesson."
Enraged by Yuan Gungun's arrogant demeanor, the students nearby couldn't help but shout.
Hearing this, Dai Huabin's face darkened. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Class 5, freshmen, Dai Huabin, class monitor of Class 5, you hit my people. As class monitor, I must seek justice for them, both morally and legally."
"Which class are you from? How dare you come to our Class 5 to provoke us? Are you tired of living?"
Yuan Gungun's eyes lit up when he heard the person in front of him call himself Dai Huabin. He hadn't expected the real deal to arrive, and he completely ignored the last sentence.
After a careful look, he curled his lip in disdain and muttered.
"What? So he's just a pretty boy, and not even as handsome as
the boss!" Han Yu nodded slightly, surprised that the fat guy was so eloquent.
"It's you!"
Only then did Dai Huabin notice Han Yu. He had been so focused on Yuan Gungun's massive body that he had subconsciously ignored the others.
That familiar face reappeared in his field of vision.
Han Yu said coldly, "Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu must have told you what I said before, right? What? Are you planning to not pay back the money you owe?"
Dai Huabin recalled the scene in the cafeteria earlier, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, but he quickly recovered. He
sneered and said, "That time I was just falling for your trick. As long as I don't look into your eyes, I won't fall for your illusion."
"Besides illusion, what else do you have to offer?"
"If you have the guts, fight me again. If I lose, I'll give you four thousand gold soul coins."
Dai Huabin was confident, his eyes fierce. He didn't believe he could lose this time, now that he was on guard.
Hearing this, Han Yu sneered. Someone was eager to come up and get beaten up, and they even offered him money. How could he bear to refuse such a good deal?
"Then let's go to the Soul Arena!"
"Gungun, let's go!"
After saying this, Han Yu strode towards the Soul Arena.
"Boss, how did I do just now? Did I look like you said?"
Yuan Gungun was no longer the fierce person he had been. Now he looked like a harmless little fat boy.
"Not bad, I didn't expect you to have this talent. You acted well!"
Han Yu patted Yuan Gungun, praising him.
"Boss, you're joking. I just toned it down a bit. Actually, I've always been like this. After experiencing more things, I became like this now,"
Yuan Gungun's simple voice rang out.
"Never mind what I said."
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Dai Huabin watched Han Yu leave, his face gloomy.
"Class monitor, this time you have to show the spirit of our Class 5. We can't lose to them."
"I just found out that these two are from Class 9," a student said.
Zhu Lu came to Dai Huabin's side at this moment and whispered, "Huabin, are you confident? Last time he was..."
Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin couldn't help but shout angrily, "Last time I was just careless. This time, as long as I don't look him in the eye, how could his Great Soul Master cultivation possibly defeat a Soul Venerable like me?"
"Let's go, follow him. This time I'm going to get revenge!"
Dai Huabin threw down a harsh word, turned around and left.
Following Dai Huabin, almost all the able-bodied students from Class 5 headed towards the Soul Arena. After all, this was a great opportunity to gain experience, and no one wanted to miss it.
The group moved about, creating a very impressive spectacle.
A second-year student in a yellow school uniform couldn't help but pull aside a freshman from Class 5 and ask,
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The freshman who had been pulled aside, seeing the other person wearing a yellow school uniform, quickly replied, "Senior, we're going to watch a Soul Battle, a Soul Master level one. I'll go first, or there won't be any seats left."
After saying that, the student hurriedly caught up with the group.
"A Soul Master level Soul Battle? Are all the freshmen this strong? I haven't reached Soul Master yet. I can't miss this match, I'll call my buddies to go watch it together!" The
student in the yellow uniform rushed back to his classroom, preparing to call his friends to watch the Soul Battle.
Because he was walking too fast, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings.
Bang!
Suddenly, he felt as if he had bumped into a wall, and couldn't help but take a step back.
Looking up, he saw Bei Bei and Tang Ya in purple school uniforms smiling at him, and quickly said, "Senior Bei Bei, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and accidentally bumped into you."
Bei Bei smiled gently and waved his hand to indicate that it was alright.
Then, with some curiosity, he asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? Is something wrong?"
The student in the yellow school uniform replied, "I'm just in a rush to watch the Soul Battle. I'm planning to call a few buddies to go with me. This is a great opportunity to increase my combat experience. Speaking of which, this year's freshmen are really fierce, Soul Master level Soul Battles, tsk tsk tsk."
After exclaiming, he clasped his fists at Bei Bei and turned to leave.
Tang Ya exclaimed in surprise, "A Soul Venerable level Soul Fighter? Are all the freshmen this powerful this year?"
"I thought Han Yu was already strong enough, but I didn't expect there to be someone even stronger!"
"Bei Bei, let's go watch the match, it'll help us digest our food."
Bei Bei nodded indulgently, saying, "Okay, let's go watch. I'm also a Soul Venerable, so it should be helpful to me."
Tang Ya said, "Should we invite Xiao Yuhao along? This level of Soul Fighter should be a big help to him."
Bei Bei said, "Never mind, I just saw them running on the track. It seems that old woman Zhou Yi has expelled quite a few students again. Let's not provoke that."
News spread from somewhere that the freshmen were going to have a Soul Venerable level Soul Fight.
The entire outer courtyard was instantly bustling with people running towards the Soul Fighting area.
Don't underestimate these freshmen; they're Soul Venerable level! There's a difference between Soul Venerables.
A freshman Soul Venerable is naturally incomparable to a third-year Soul Venerable.
At this moment, three or four hundred people were sitting around the edge of the arena, mostly first and second-year students, and a few students wearing purple school uniforms.
Yuan Gungun arrived the earliest, so he sat in the first row. Not far from him sat two beautiful figures, Ning Tian and Wu Feng from Class 9.
"Young Master, why did we come to watch this bastard's match? Is he that attractive to you?"
Wu Feng was cursing under her breath, her face full of resentment.
"Feng-mei, what exactly happened between you and Han Yu? I asked you to tell me, but you wouldn't. And about Han Yu, you don't understand."
Ning Tian looked helplessly at Wu Feng, who was sulking alone, and felt a headache coming on.
"It's okay, Young Master."
Wu Feng said softly. She couldn't very well say that Han Yu had kidnapped her.
While they were talking, Han Yu had already walked into the arena from the rest room. As soon as he appeared, people started calling for him.
"Class monitor, go! Class monitor is so handsome!"
Like a cheerleading squad, the female students of Class 9 cheered for Han Yu.
After awakening his Sharingan, Han Yu has grown into an extremely handsome man, sporting a head of spiky black hair parted in the middle, and exceptionally bright black eyes. He wears a white school uniform, with
dark gray arm guards covering his forearms and extending to his hands. A blue rope belt cinches his waist, and a katana is tucked behind his back.
Coupled with his formidable strength, he has gained quite a few female admirers.
Han Yu ignored the cheerleaders below the stage; now was not the time for romance.
"Tch! Those infatuated girls from Class 9,"
Wu Feng scoffed, somewhat disdainfully.
Ning Tian's gaze softened as he looked at Han Yu. Standing on the field with his arms crossed, Han Yu's expression was cold and stern, exuding an air of unfathomable mystery.
Tang Ya and Bei Bei, who had arrived at the arena late, had to sit at the back.
Tang Ya couldn't help but laugh, "Hao Yu seems even more handsome these past few days, and he has quite a few more girls supporting him. If I were his age, maybe I would like him too."
"Bei Bei, I remember you weren't this popular in first grade, were you?"
Bei Bei's tense facial muscles twitched slightly upon hearing this, and he flicked Tang Ya's forehead helplessly, saying, "Xiao Ya, you're the only one in my heart. I'm happy that others don't like me."
Hearing this, Tang Ya hugged Bei Bei's arm, her face full of surprise, "Bei Bei, you're so good."
The surrounding students watching were speechless
. After waiting for about a minute
, Dai Huabin entered the arena, accompanied by a middle-aged teacher.
Surprisingly, Dai Huabin's eyes were covered with a black cloth.
As soon as he appeared, the students of Class 5 cheered for him.
Unfortunately, Dai Huabin couldn't see it because his eyes were covered, but he felt a little smug.
Fearing he might unconsciously open his eyes during the fight, he devised a
plan to blindfold himself. This way, even if he opened his eyes, the blindfold would prevent him from seeing his opponent, thus avoiding falling for the opponent's genjutsu.
Han Yu looked at the blindfolded Dai Huabin and sneered inwardly, "Fool, you think you can defeat me like this? The Sharingan isn't as simple as it looks."
Seeing Dai Huabin's appearance, the students below the stage were astonished.
"This junior is arrogant, actually blindfolding his opponent. You know, not being able to see your opponent greatly weakens your strength." "
This junior must be incredibly strong. Even from this distance, I can feel his confidence."
A second-year student in a yellow school uniform nearby said admiringly.
Hearing the second-year student's words, Ning Tian's expression turned strange. He thought to himself, "Is this strength? He's clearly afraid of falling for a genjutsu."
Ning Tian didn't explain, glancing at the second-year student in the yellow uniform, thinking to himself, "Hopefully you'll hold your chin steady, or it might fall.
" "Brother, who do you think has a better chance of winning?" asked a tall student next to the one in the yellow uniform, also a second-year student.
"Ugh, that goes without saying. Didn't you feel the confidence emanating from the blindfolded student? Ah! That intense suffocating aura! I can feel his presence even from this distance. I think the blindfolded student will definitely win," the yellow-uniformed student said decisively. "I
don't think so. The student with the knife on his back has a stronger presence. I don't know why, but I find him particularly pleasing to the eye; he exudes the same charm as me."
"How about we make a bet? I bet the student with the knife on his back will win, and the loser has to wash the other's smelly socks for a month,"
the tall student said with a laugh.
"Hmph, fine, bet it. Don't cry if you lose."
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Inside the Soul Arena, the two faced each other in silence, their invisible auras clashing.
The referee walked to the center of the arena and said in a deep voice, "Dai Huabin from Class 5, Grade 1, is facing Han Yu from Class 9, Grade 1. You two have already made a bet in private. Are you both ready?"
Han Yu and Dai Huabin nodded to the referee at the same time.
"The match begins." The referee quickly stepped back.
Han
Yu and Dai Huabin simultaneously released their martial spirits.
Two spirit rings, one yellow and one purple, rose from Han Yu's feet, while two yellow and one purple spirit rings rose from Dai Huabin's feet as well . The previously
noisy fighting area instantly became quiet. "Damn, what's going on? Wasn't this supposed to be
a Soul Master level battle? What the hell is this Great Soul Master?"
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