After the class.
Han Fei and He Xiaoyu, each carrying a stick, went to Class One, murmuring to each other.
He Xiaoyu looked at the rod in Han Fei's hand curiously. "Your iron rod is rather strange! My dad said that fancy weapons are useless. "
Han Fei thought that there were many things that her dad didn't know. He quickly changed the topic.
Han Fei asked, "Why can only a thousand people be awakened? There are tens of thousands of students in our school and the other districts, right? "
He Xiaoyu said, "But the awakening consumes Spirit Awakening Fluid. It's only enough for a thousand people in the past. It's the same this time!"
Han Fei was surprised. "What about the rest of the people? Will they all become regular fishermen? "
He Xiaoyu looked at Han Fei weirdly. "Are you stupid? If they have a chance to become level-ten fishers and make a natural breakthrough, they'll awaken their spiritual beasts too. "
Han Fei smiled in embarrassment. He remembered that natural awakening was rare for the young men in the fishing village. Those who could awaken their spiritual beasts were mostly young men in their twenties. By then, they would have passed the best period for training. So, they wouldn't make much progress even if they awakened their spiritual beasts.
Han Fei thought that since the awakening was based on the ranking, he had to fight for the top few places.
Han Fei was immediately motivated. He dragged He Xiaoyu and said, "Hurry up. What's the most important thing for cultivators? It's time … "
He Xiaoyu was lost for words. Who's dawdling? You've wasted four years on yourself, and you're in a hurry at the last moment. Besides, you're already level-six, and you can pass the Fishing Trial!
BAM …
The gate of Class One was kicked open.
Everybody was shocked. Han Fei raised his rod and said, "I'm back. Is your protection … Well … Is the Swallowed Spirit Soup ready?"
Han Fei held his head high. Sensing that He Xiaoyu was pulling him, he said impatiently, "Don't be scared. I'm already level-six. I can beat everyone in the grade."
"You're going to beat everyone in the grade?"
The voice was quite dignified. Han Fei froze and looked aside, only to see the fishing master teacher of Class One glaring at him gloomily.
Han Fei was stunned. "Well, hello, teacher. Well … Teacher, I'm here to challenge you. I've heard that you are all strong. Today, I've reached level six and come to challenge you. If we lose, He Xiaoyu's bamboo stick will be his, and if we win, we only want a bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup … "
"Bang … …"
Han Fei was sent flying. The fishing master pointed at him and cursed, "Get lost, shameless bastard."
Since the last time, Han Fei was no longer a piece of trash in everyone's eyes. He was fierce when he fought. More importantly, with the Swallowed Spirit Soup, he didn't have enough spiritual energy. How could he fight then? What was the point of fighting if the students in his class were to exhaust their spiritual energy to death?
Han Fei was speechless. How could this teacher beat people casually? I'm just making a suggestion!
A level-seven expert from Class One looked at Han Fei. "Mr. Yang! He can only show off by absorbing the Swallowed Spirit Soup. We'll challenge him as long as he doesn't use the Swallowed Spirit Soup. "
Mr. Yang slightly frowned. Even if he didn't use the Swallowed Spirit Soup, Han Fei wouldn't be easy to deal with as a level-six expert. There were no level-eight students in the four schools in the village. There were more than two hundred level-seven students, and only a thousand level-six students. Even though Han Fei was at the bottom of level-six, he was still a level-six expert.
Mr. Yang thought of something. It wouldn't be a problem to show the shameless level-six expert to his classmates.
Mr. Yang said, "You can fight him, but only the experts of your level."
Han Fei was about to leave, but he immediately patted his chest and said, "No problem. Two bowls of Swallowed Spirit Soup."
Mr. Yang said gloomily, "Only one bowl, and you're not allowed to drink it during a battle."
Han Fei said, "Sir, that's not fair. I can only fight one of them."
Mr. Yang was amused. "How many more do you want to fight? An entire grade? "
Han Fei smiled in embarrassment. "Okay, let's fight first. I'll win as many bowls as I can."
Everybody in the class rolled their eyes. You're talking as if you're sure to win. Can you beat any expert of your level without the Swallowed Spirit Soup?
Lu Lingzhi had just advanced into level six too. She intended to give it a try. After all, new breakthroughs should be more effective.
However, Hu Kun stood out first. "Let me do it. Don't compete with me. Let me do it."
Although Han Fei's speed of improvement was rather terrifying, it didn't make sense. Tang Ge must've been helping him. Nobody in the school knew Han Fei's level better than he did. Also, Tang Ge had helped Han Fei too much. Tang Ge must've left a lot of benefits for Han Fei when the angel took him away, or he couldn't have reached level six so quickly.
Amused, Han Fei grinned at Hu Kun. "Don't be hasty. Let's fight one by one. Bring me the soup first."
Hu Kun said, "There's plenty of soup, as long as you can win."
Clang …
Hu Kun walked close with his iron rod. He finally had a legitimate reason to teach Han Fei a lesson. Nobody looked forward to the opportunity more than he did.
Han Fei extended his hand, and He Xiaoyu quickly gave him the Purple Bamboo Rod.
Han Fei said, "Come on, let me see what you're made of."
Everybody was lost for words. It was as if he were being tested.
"Ah!"
Hu Kun practiced the Double Flying Rod, which was characterized by its speed.
Han Fei chuckled. "What's the use of being fast? Watch me sweep away all your enemies."
The advantage of Sweeping Stick was its wide range and fierce strength. Holding the stick in one hand, Han Fei filled the bamboo stick with spiritual energy. When he swept it, the spiritual energy drew a half arc in the air, which was quite fierce.
In such a situation, Hu Kun could only take the attack head-on, block it, or retreat. However, the battle had just begun. If Hu Kun retreated, he would never be able to hold his head high in the future.
As for blocking, the Sweeping Rod was characterized by its wide range and ferocity. If Han Fei was given a chance, he would only be met with more heavy blows. So, Hu Kun chose to take the attack head-on. He felt that as someone half a step into level seven, it was impossible that he couldn't defeat Han Fei, who had been promoted by external forces.
Clang …
In the ear-piercing sound of metal colliding, Hu Kun's face changed greatly. His face turned red, and the iron rod in his hand was bent. His arms were numb, as if they were broken. Then, he felt nothing.
"Pu …"
He was blown away. Hu Kun, a peak-level six fisher, didn't even survive one attack from Han Fei. He was knocked out and didn't even have the chance to moan.
"Hiss …"
Everyone sucked in a breath. Lu Lingzhi, who was eager to give it a try, immediately froze. Her beautiful eyes shone with a strange light. Han Fei's growth was too fast, wasn't it?
Mr. Yang was also dumbfounded. Was Han Fei's innate strength something that could be improved? They were both level six, but he knocked Hu Kun out in one move. Wasn't it too horrifying?
He Xiaoyu was also stunned. She taught Han Fei the Sweeping Stick, but when Han Fei used it just now, his proficiency had obviously caught up with hers. Also, she believed that she was on par with Hu Kun, but Han Fei had defeated him in one move?
A question mark popped up in everyone's mind. Who the f * ck can tell me that this is the Han Fei who has been useless for four years?
Han Fei smacked his lips and said, "That's why I told you not to be hasty, but you just had to charge forward."
Then, Han Fei said arrogantly, "It seems that I'm invincible among level six. Level seven fishers, come out and let's have a fight."
Yang Qing's face darkened. He knew very well what Hu Kun was capable of. Han Fei had defeated Hu Kun in one move, which meant that the guy was very strong. He had misjudged him. But he still nodded at the crowd. It wouldn't be bad if Han Fei could defeat Hu Kun in one move.
Immediately, a young man walked out from the crowd, carrying a bluish stick.
He Xiaoyu said, "He's Xing Qiu. He's very good. His rod is made of blue wood from the bottom of the ocean. It's as good as bamboo. He ranks in the top twenty among the level-seven students in our school. His reward is four bowls of Swallowed Spirit Soup."
When He Xiaoyu introduced him to Han Fei, she also mentioned that Xing Qiu was worth four bowls of soup. Immediately, Han Fei's eyes turned green. Damn it. A level-seven was worth four bowls of soup? That was too good!
Everybody listened to He Xiaoyu's explanation. Everything was fine at the beginning. Why did the painting change so suddenly?
Han Fei nodded casually and said, "Hey, you're level seven, and I'm level six. You'll get four bowls of Swallowed Spirit Soup if you lose!"
Xing Qiu sneered. "I'm not short of soup. You came last time because I wasn't here. Now that I'm here, you dare to come again? Do you really think that no one in our class can defeat you?"
Of course, Han Fei wouldn't be intimidated, but He Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed Han Fei's rod. "I-I have my rod. Give it to me."
Han Fei: "…"
Han Fei tilted his head and looked at He Xiaoyu. Don't be like this! Even if my opponent is a level-seven fisher, I won't lose, alright?
Han Fei said, "Let go. Look at how humiliating it is. It's just a rod!"
He Xiaoyu said, "I'm not letting go. You're the one who loses."
Han Fei said, "Are you going to let go or not? Don't you want the Swallowed Spirit Soup?"
He Xiaoyu said, "I'll drink it. I'll help you drink it when you can't finish it."
Everyone: "…"
Everybody was lost for words. What did she mean by helping him drink it when he couldn't finish it? Did she really expect him to beat all the students in the grade? Did she know how many level-seven experts there were in a grade?
Xing Qiu was so angry that her face was red. "Hey! Are you going to compete or not? Isn't it humiliating? You're not even willing to part with a bamboo rod. "
Han Fei felt rather embarrassed. He really didn't know what to say to He Xiaoyu, who was so stingy at a critical moment.
Han Fei could only let go of her helplessly. "Fine. It seems that I have to bring out my own weapon."
Everybody was gloomy. How dare you? It's just an iron rod.
Xing Qiu said, "Who wants your lousy rod?"
Han Fei stuck the rod on the ground. "What do you know about yellow fish? My brother gave this to me. It's a super Fine Iron Rod, the best of all Fine Iron Rods. "
Everybody was unconvinced. "Who are you fooling? Super Fine Iron Rod? It's just a Fine Iron Rod. "
Han Fei said, "You don't even dare to try it? You're only level-seven? I always keep my word. Even if I don't, my brother is there. Are you scared that I don't have money? "
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