"Damn it, Zhou Bai has mutated!" a female student screamed as she was about to launch an attack with the power of her Primordial Spirit on Zhou Bai but was blocked by Ying Hui who, stroking his beard, said, "Take a closer look! He’s just ugly in motion, not mutated."
On the other side, Zhou Bai, crawling and writhing, twisted his neck to reveal a bizarre smile and charged in the direction of Jiang Ran, whose heart felt a hint of unease at the strange movement.
Boom!
As their fists collided, Zhou Bai was sent flying once again, but Jiang Ran’s complexion suddenly changed. Previously, when he bombarded the opponent with the power of his Primordial Spirit, it was fine, but just now, when he struck the opponent’s fist directly with his own, mixed with the power of his Primordial Spirit, he immediately felt as if his fist had smashed into a mountain.
"This guy’s so hard!"
Although Zhou Bai was blasted away, the huge recoil also sent Jiang Ran’s blood surging and a wave of soreness radiated from his fist, looking at Zhou Bai’s direction somewhat astonished.
On the other side, Zhou Bai, less powerful, was hurled more than a dozen meters away and lay motionless on the ground.
Jiang Ran let out a sigh of relief, "That should have knocked him down, after all, my Primordial Spirit value is much higher than his."
Lying on the ground, Zhou Bai thought to himself, "His Primordial Spirit power is probably more than three times mine, indeed not easy to deal with. But it’s not going to be easy for him to beat me, either."
Christina reminded, "This guy’s physical body isn’t strong, he probably isn’t cultivating the physical route, you could try to exhaust him."
While motionless on the ground, Zhou Bai’s physical strength, energy, and injuries were rapidly recovering. His body, which had been somewhat numb from being struck by 999 points of Primordial Spirit force, was completely healed in a second or two.
Thus, to the surprise of Jiang Ran and the others, Zhou Bai’s body bounced up from the ground again, his hands and feet moving quickly, he darted toward Jiang Ran.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
As their fists and the power of the Primordial Spirit collided over and over again, Jiang Ran didn’t back down an inch, his eyes seemed to spark with anger as he threw punch after punch at Zhou Bai.
"I don’t believe you can keep taking it."
Time and again, Zhou Bai was sent flying, but each time he fell to the ground, he would bounce back up in a second or two.
"Zhou Bai’s body is so strong."
"Such physical strength, it must have reached the limit of realm zero, right? To be able to fight Jiang Ran for so long?"
"He’s getting up again! Doesn’t he feel pain? Such strong willpower."
Another female student shouted, "That’s not the point at all! Doesn’t anyone find his movements really abnormal? I simply can’t look straight at this guy!"
A male student said, "So strong! But so disgusting at the same time! What a strange feeling."
Another male student suddenly said, "Still not enough, the difference in Primordial Spirit power is too great, he should be losing now."
The crowd around them, including Qian Wangsun and Zuo Dao, gradually showed expressions of admiration, surprise, respect, and disgust as they saw Zhou Bai repeatedly getting up, feeling the strong spirit and will of Zhou Bai.
Thump!
With another clash of fists, Jiang Ran’s face suddenly changed; to his shock, he felt a cracking sound in his hand bones—he had fractured them.
After all, every time he struck Zhou Bai’s prone body, it was like hitting a tempered steel a hundred times over. Though he could send Zhou Bai flying, he had to constantly endure the same reactive force.
However, this minor injury was unseen by anyone else present, except for himself.
Feeling his hand bones fracture, Jiang Ran’s momentum changed instantly. A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he was seen forming a hand seal. Clearly, he wasn’t planning to physically clash with Zhou Bai any longer. Instead, he was about to deploy a spell with all his might.
Seeing Jiang Ran’s action, Ying Hui glared at him, "Enough, if you can’t win with such high Primordial Spirit values, you want to use the diagram’s skills? Are you trying to cripple him?"
Hearing this, Jiang Ran stopped the spell he was in the middle of casting. The murderous aura on his face slowly faded as he said helplessly, "You told us to give it our all in battle, right? Even if someone gets killed or crippled, it’s expected." Only his right hand, kept behind his back, was slightly trembling, both swollen and painful.
Ying Hui said, "That’s on the ring, who told you to go to extremes during regular sparring with juniors?"
Jiang Ran smiled embarrassedly, then turned to Zhou Bai, who was still lying on the ground, and playfully said, "You heard that, Zhou Bai. Better not pick me for your assessment in two months, or you’ll have to watch out for getting crippled by me."
Zhou Bai snorted, "I won’t need two months. In just one, it’ll be my turn to beat you down." He thought to himself, ’My offensive power is still too weak. It takes too long and looks too bad trying to wear down an opponent.’
Jiang Ran laughed it off as if he didn’t take Zhou Bai’s words to heart and casually replied, "Then I’ll wait for your challenge in two months."
Ying Hui looked at Zhou Bai with admiration, "Your physique is indeed robust. And your willpower is strong as well, managing to stand up repeatedly. Are you sure you’re not hurt?"
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Zhou Bai blinked in surprise, suddenly realizing he might have displayed too much defensive power. He quickly clutched his chest and said, "My chest hurts so much."
"It’s good to be determined, but don’t overdo it," Ying Hui said, nodding and then shaking his head in disappointment, "Your execution of the Great Dream Arhat Heart Scripture is all over the place. With those moves, I thought you had mutated. You only know how to lie down. Can’t you stand up and dodge? Not using Sword Qi either. Are you still practicing sword diagrams?"
Light laughter came from the surrounding crowd, indeed surprised by Zhou Bai’s tactical decision to lie down and his resilience.
"Is this the ’Ground Devil’ of the 503rd session?"
"He really does fight while lying down."
"Looking at that sadistic expression, I so want to chop him."
After criticizing the three of them, Ying Hui continued, "Jiang Ran only used his Primordial Spirit strength, without employing a single spell or martial technique, and he still handled you guys. Do you see how much you lack? From now on, train to your utmost. If it doesn’t kill you, train as if it will."
Relieved by these words, the three of them exhaled. They were truly afraid they’d be kicked out of the specialized class.
Indeed, Ying Hui wouldn’t actually kick out the three on the first day; everything he did was simply to oppress and temper them. After all, geniuses have their pride, and being on top of their year at Dao School only adds to that arrogance.
Ying Hui’s intention was to shatter their pride first, to establish his authority properly so that he could proceed smoothly with the teaching.
Especially Zhou Bai – he was a key focus for Ying Hui.
Ying Hui had heard of Zhou Bai’s ’exploits’. He was labeled by some teachers as a problem student that Dao School only encountered once in ten years.
Ying Hui looked at the faces of the three, sweeping over them with his Primordial Spirit once again.
Zuo Dao appeared ashamed and angry, and Qian Wangsun was not stable either. Ying Hui could sense his feelings of loss and dissatisfaction.
With such emotions, it would be easier to proceed with the teaching work.
Then there was Zhou Bai. Ying Hui smiled, "Upset, are you? Good, that’s what I want, for you not to be satisfied. Who says that those who join first are definitely stronger than the later ones? If you want to win, give your all in training for the next two months."
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