Chapter 8: Xia Feng, Are You the Same as Me?
"Is this the guy?"
"Looking at his shoulder straps, he's a first-year. Can he even do it?"
"Heh~ A first-year apprentice spiritualist probably doesn't even understand what a wave-type spirit structure is. He's going to embarrass himself."
The students watched with either curiosity or disdain as the black-haired young man walked down the stairs.
Xia Feng took the long sword from Mu Qingtong and whispered helplessly, "Miss Mu, what's the meaning of this? Are you trying to make me look bad?"
"Mr. Xia, what are you talking about? You and I have the closest relationship here, so naturally, I chose someone I know to come up," Mu Qingtong replied with a gentle smile, her eyes slightly curved.
"Heh~"
Xia Feng finally understood. This scheming woman was just looking for entertainment and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
Fortunately, he had a cheat, so it wasn't a big deal!
He decided to follow Mu Qingtong's example and perform decently without showing off too much.
He clasped his fists and bowed. "Professor Freya, please guide me."
Cha Naxue leaned over and whispered something in Freya's ear before stepping aside. Xia Feng glanced at Cha Naxue in confusion but saw a rare smile on Freya's usually serious face. "Xia Feng from the first year, right? I'm looking forward to your performance."
Professor, please don't do this. I'm scared. Xia Feng had a bad feeling. What had Cha Naxue said to the professor?
But now wasn't the time to overthink. He gripped the hilt of the sword, deliberately adopting a non-standard starting stance. He narrowed his black eyes and quickly mobilized the spiritual pressure in his body, rearranging the spirit substructure.
"Professor, I'm starting!"
He roared, and at the same time—
The woman in the martial arts robe in the distance stopped defending and slowly raised her sword, executing the Triple Wave's opening move!
A terrifying blood-red wave instantly spread out from her, filling the arena. Buzz!!!
The training ground was filled with flying sand and rocks. The podium at the back was covered in scattered paper scraps. In the stepped classroom, some students hurriedly bent over to hold down their skirts, while others leaned back, raising their hands to block the terrifying shockwave. Everyone's hair flew wildly in the wind.
This wasn't the power the Triple Wave should have.
Freya had fully unleashed the spiritual pressure field of a third-level spiritual master. She was going all out, aiming to crush him. Xia Feng felt numb as he watched Professor Freya begin to swing her sword. The terrifying momentum was like a giant beast covering the sky and rushing toward him.
"It's over!!"
In the face of life and death, there was no time to judge whether Freya was trying to scare him. At this moment, a full-strength attack was the best defense! The not-so-standard long sword in his hand instantly became perfect. He instinctively rearranged the spirit structure and swung the sword—
Buzz!!! Three blood-red crescent arcs roared like dragons, shooting across the 100-meter training ground filled with flying sand and rocks. The friction between the spirit particles and the sand created a low roar, like the growl of a wild beast, shocking all the students in the audience, who instinctively covered their ears.
Cha Naxue wasn't affected at all. She stood up subconsciously, staring at the black-haired young man wielding the sword with a slightly dazed expression, her heart sinking.
"Is he really a first-level spiritual master? How is this possible?"
How could she not understand her childhood sweetheart? His cultivation talent was average, and his understanding of spirit particle structure was also mediocre. There was no way he could ever make a name for himself.
But now, the facts were right in front of her, slapping her in the face.
Not only was he a first-level spiritual master, but judging by the situation on the field, this guy was also a genius in at least the field of spirit particle structure!
Cha Naxue's brows gradually furrowed, her emotions complex and inexplicable. She suddenly realized that she didn't truly understand Xia Feng at all.
The result of this information gap was that all her previous probability calculations might have serious deviations, and she would have to start over.
"He's actually a first-level spiritual master?"
Mu Qingtong had just sat down with her legs crossed, ready to turn the page of her book and continue with her own business, but the unexpected situation on the field made her change her mind.
"This guy is quite surprising," the woman in the black dress said, her golden eyes showing interest for the first time. She closed the book.
Buzz—
Freya had clearly executed the opening move, releasing terrifying spiritual pressure and killing intent, but she didn't take any further action. Instead, she turned her hand and swung her sword horizontally. Three roaring blood-red waves, like tigers breaking free from a cage, rushed straight toward her.
Her long burgundy hair danced wildly, and her white martial arts robe fluttered in the wind within the blood-red tornado.
She turned sideways and took a half-step back with her right foot. The three waves in front of her suddenly collapsed, turning into sparse red light spots that floated into the air.
The entire audience fell silent.
Xia Feng held his knees, panting slightly. He raised his eyes and squinted his black pupils. As expected, this silver coin teacher could control her killing intent at will. She liked to play tricks on people, didn't she? He had almost thought she was in cahoots with Qi Xiao.
Tap, tap, tap—
Freya looked solemn, staring intently at the black-haired young man in the distance.
Two seconds later, she slowly approached with her sword.
Xia Feng noticed the movement and subconsciously raised his head. His vision was filled with two snow-white peaks. Although she wore a white martial arts robe, he felt an oppressive sensation, as if dark clouds were covering a city. He frowned, instinctively stood up, and took a step back.
But Freya's serious face broke into a smile. She stood on her tiptoes and gently patted Xia Feng's head. "Not bad, not bad."
Xia Feng: "..."
"Cha Naxue was right. You really are a genius!"
As she spoke, the corners of Freya's mouth curled wider and wider, unable to suppress her excitement.
She had never expected to encounter such a promising student, someone who could perform such a perfect Triple Wave at the age of eighteen. This showed that Xia Feng was at least highly talented in sword-type spirit clothe!
It's a pity that his current spiritual pressure level is still a bit low.
But it didn't matter. The thought of having a future opponent who could spar with her in swordsmanship, someone she had taught herself, filled her with excitement!
"Professor?" Xia Feng was startled by Freya's strange smile and subconsciously took another step back.
Freya took a step closer, her eyes burning with intensity. "Xia Feng, would you like to be my disciple?"
"Huh?"
"What?!"
The students behind them erupted in an uproar.
"Is this for real? The professor is actually taking on a disciple? Is this guy really that good?"
"Nonsense! Of course, he's good. Just now, Xia Feng's Triple Wave faintly sounded like a tiger's roar. That's already the prototype of the spirit clothe 'Blood Rose.'"
A bespectacled boy sitting in the third-year section pushed his glasses up and said seriously, "'Blood Rose' is a C-level spirit clothe that only fourth-year students are qualified to learn. But Xia Feng has vaguely found the direction. Think about it—how many people in the academy's history have achieved this level?"
"Does that mean he's stronger than the Black Moon Church's candidate saint?"
The boy nodded. "The saint is certainly not bad, but she's still inferior to this guy named Xia Feng."
Mushroom listened to the chatter around her, her thick black-framed glasses sliding down her nose again. Her little mouth formed an "O" shape as she stared blankly at the black-haired young man in the distance.
She now felt a sense of shock, as if she had just discovered that her best friend was actually a peerless beauty disguised as a man!
Mu Qingtong was also slightly surprised. She had sat up straight without realizing it, her golden eyes filled with interest, burning with a hint of excitement.
She decided to take back what she had said earlier. This Xia Feng wasn't "not worth worrying about"—he was "quite interesting"!
She had originally thought she was the only unique person in the world, destined to be lonely. But now, it seemed an interesting guy had appeared.
She could vaguely sense that her nominal fiancé, who was a year younger than her, might not be inferior to her in terms of spiritual pressure strength or understanding of spirit particle structure!
This was a terrifying realization!
There was actually a genius like her in the world?!
Of course, this was just a guess based on Xia Feng's performance and her own situation, mixed with a bit of her own subjective expectations.
After all, it was more likely that Xia Feng had taken some kind of drug or used some equipment to display such talent.
But regardless, she was ready to test this strange fiancé of hers.
The woman in the black dress sat elegantly on her chair, her long legs crossed. She stared at the black-haired young man in the distance with her majestic golden eyes, her gaze thoughtful.
"Xia Feng, are you the same as me?"
(End of this chapter)