As before, upon arriving at the grand competition plaza, led by Ying Yanyang, Wang Zhong and others stepped onto the arena and began to wait in silence.
Not long after, the second-year students, under the leadership of Shuang Yuelian, arrived and stood to the right of the first-year students. Pei Yan led the way, followed by Zhang Shuai in second, and Guan Siyan in third.
Glancing up, Wang Zhong saw Zhang Shuai staring at him with wide eyes, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to devour him. Wang Zhong curled his lips.
"Why are you staring at me like a rabid dog!"
"I haven't stolen your bone, nor have I broken your dog leg, so why do you bare your teeth and want to bite when you see someone!"
Wang Zhong's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was clear enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.
Hu Lienna and Xie Yue couldn't hold back their laughter on the spot, their shoulders shaking incessantly.
Even Shuang Yuelian and Ying Yanyang, standing at the forefront, raised their eyebrows at Wang Zhong. If one looked closely, one could see their slightly upturned lips.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuai, already filled with anger, was so furious he almost turned into smoke.
Wang Zhong had no idea how much he had been ridiculed by the second-year students over the past half-year. Having lost to a first-year student with only level sixteen soul power when he himself was level twenty-six, Zhang Shuai could barely hold his head up in the entire grade.
It was only because his strength was undeniably strong and he had shown some of his opponents his true power that the ridicule had somewhat subsided. However, such jokes never truly disappeared just because you stopped hearing them.
For a full six months, Zhang Shuai had thought of nothing but redeeming himself. However, inter-grade competitions between first and second years were only permitted during the all-grade grand competition. At any other time, regardless of the reason, the expelled party would always be the senior student!
"What did you say!" Zhang Shuai gritted his teeth, his eyes spitting fire.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss, good boy, don't bark wildly, I'll buy you bones later!"
Wang Zhong called out to Zhang Shuai with a completely serious expression, his calm tone as if he were truly pacifying him. However, his words were not meant to be soothing.
"Say that again!" Zhang Shuai was so angry his lungs were about to explode. He swore that if Wang Zhong dared to say it again, he would teach Wang Zhong a harsh lesson, even if it meant being expelled from school. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
In response, Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows, his gaze turning equally dangerous.
He disliked initiating trouble, but when others tried to cause him trouble, he never backed down.
"Wang Zhong, don't mess around. The Pope is about to arrive, and if any accident occurs, it will be a disgrace to the entire Class A." Ying Yanyang immediately stopped Wang Zhong from speaking further. He realized for the first time how harsh his student could be when he chose to be unreasonable.
"Zhang Shuai!"
Shuang Yuelian simply called out, raising her eyebrows. Zhang Shuai silently retreated, but his gaze towards Wang Zhong was still filled with a murderous rage.
Since his homeroom teacher had spoken, Wang Zhong had to swallow his words, shrugged, and responded indifferently, "Okay, Teacher."
Pei Yan patted Zhang Shuai's shoulder behind him, signaling him not to be impulsive. Ying Yanyang's words were not just for Wang Zhong, but also for Zhang Shuai.
In front of the Pope, they could not afford to be so presumptuous.
"Oh, Yanyang, Sister Lian, you're quite early." With a clear voice, a handsome man in a fitted outfit, leading Yu Feixue, Rou Yuzhu, Dian Hao, Lu Xiaoshuang, and seven others, slowly walked to the right side of Class Two and stood firm.
The man before them, with his handsome appearance and extraordinary demeanor, was none other than the homeroom teacher of Class A, Third Year, Xia Xuan.
"Brother Xuan, we just arrived too," Ying Yanyang replied with a light smile.
"Little Xuan, you're the one who's late!" Shuang Yuelian also responded with a smile.
After a brief hug with Ying Yanyang, Xia Xuan attempted to hug Shuang Yuelian, but a glare from her forced him to stand obediently in front of Class A of the Third Year, expressing his melancholy and helplessness with a sad face.
It had to be said that with Xia Xuan's appearance and demeanor, such an expression was quite captivating. At least, Guan Siyan of the Second Year, and Feng Bailing and Zhao Ying of the First Year, were now gazing at him with sparkling eyes.
"Sister Lian, you're really something. We haven't seen each other for a whole year, so what's wrong with a hug? After all, we were like brother and sister who faced life and death together."
In response, Shuang Yuelian rolled her eyes disdainfully. "Your melancholy, noble young master persona, is better saved for other little girls."
"Sister here, isn't buying that!"
Clearly, Shuang Yuelian knew Xia Xuan's character well. She treated his prideful appearance and demeanor as nothing more than air, even showing a hint of disdain.
Listening to their conversation, Wang Zhong sized up the homeroom teacher of Class A, Third Year. Information about the man naturally surfaced in his mind.
Xia Xuan, a level seventy-nine Attack-Type Battle Soul Saint. His martial soul was the Devouring Sea Giant Whale, an extremely formidable water-attribute beast soul with the abilities to control water, overturn rivers, and swallow seas, making it incredibly terrifying.
Furthermore, among all the teachers at the Martial Soul Hall Academy, Xia Xuan, the homeroom teacher of Class A, Third Year, was the only Soul Saint who had a record of killing a Titled Douluo!
Xia Xuan's ability to achieve this was greatly attributed to his martial soul. The Devouring Sea Giant Whale martial soul was a powerful type that used the sea as its primary battlefield. In the sea, or in lakes and rivers, the strength of this martial soul would increase exponentially with astonishing intensity, and this increase had no limit, being entirely dependent on the amount of water.
It could be said that the more water element energy there was in the place where Xia Xuan was, the more terrifying his strength would become, and it would continue to increase without end!
With the extraordinary characteristics of his martial soul, several years ago, Xia Xuan had, in the middle of the sea, slowly worn down and killed a free soul master who had reached the Titled Douluo level and did not belong to Sea God Island!
His strength and abilities were terrifying to the extreme.
However, despite its strength, such a martial soul also had significant limitations.
Indeed, while Xia Xuan's strength would increase exponentially in places with abundant water element energy like the sea, this extreme affinity for water elements also made him extremely vulnerable to fire elements, even to the point of having no resistance at all!
Once Xia Xuan was in a desert, volcanic, or lava-filled area dense with fire elements, his strength would decrease by an astonishing multiple, and this reduction would also affect his soul power and soul skills.
It could be understood this way: Xia Xuan was invincible at sea, and his opponents were invincible in fire.
With this in mind, Wang Zhong bent backward slightly and leaned towards Hu Lienna, asking, "Nana, is this the guy they call 'Water Freight'?"
Hu Lienna nodded slightly, confirming, "Yes, it's him!"
Although their conversation was quiet, the three homeroom teachers were all Soul Saints, so their voices were no different from speaking right next to their ears.
Xia Xuan raised his eyebrows, looking distressed, and defended himself, "You two little ones, I'm not 'Water Freight,' okay!"
"My nickname is Water God!"
"Or, you can call me the man made of water! But I'm very curious, who told you this nickname! This is too much!"