In the headmaster's office, No. 60 High School's Headmaster Chen Tianxiang and Director Shi from the Office of Teaching were also paying attention to this battle that the whole school was watching. Xia Ming's identity as a member of the Ancient Divine Clan had always been a secret, and no one had expected it to be exposed in today's battle. Looking at Headmaster Chen's calm expression, Director Shi was even more certain that Headmaster Chen had deliberately allowed this battle to continue.
As a descendant of the Ancient Divine Clan, Xia Ming had a natural sense of superiority over other students because of his natural advantage in spirit root. This sense of superiority was a double-edged sword; a person with a sense of superiority would be more confident in their actions, but if they were overconfident, it wouldn't be confidence, but arrogance.
"There is only one descendant of the Ancient Divine Clan in our No. 60 High School. This can be considered my test for him," Headmaster Chen said slowly. No. 60 High had also participated in a lot of activities with other schools before, but because Xia Ming had signed an agreement with No. 60 High that he couldn't expose his identity as a member of the Ancient Divine Clan, his performance hadn't caught everyone's attention, whether it was the exchange event with No. 59 High or the joint military training for the six schools.
Headmaster Chen had originally wanted to test Xia Ming's temperament and see how long he could keep his identity hidden. In the end, he hadn't expected Xia Ming to completely expose himself in the second half of Senior Grade One.
This result also made Headmaster Chen fall into deep thought. To hide one's strength and live as an ordinary person, he believed that this was not something an ordinary person could do. There would always be things in life that didn't go your way. For example, in order to compete with Classmate Wang Ling for Lotus Sun's attention, Xia Ming had disregarded the confidentiality agreement and exposed his identity as a member of the Ancient Divine Clan without permission.
In Headmaster Chen's view, in the end, this was just the temperament of a child.
Xia Ming's growth was far from enough.
No. 60 High School taught and educated people, but the truth was that Headmaster Chen was more concerned with cultivating a student's temperament. As teachers, they couldn't just focus on their students' grades. In the end, they still had to guide them onto the right path and cultivate them into people who were useful to society, who were grateful and knew how to contribute.
In contrast, Headmaster Chen was actually more satisfied with Wang Ling.
Although Wang Ling's grades had always been average since he entered the elite class, he was clearly much better than Xia Ming's mentality.
A normal student would be anxious when his grades were average all the time, but Wang Ling? He ate and drank as he pleased, completely disregarding his mediocre results. He hadn't even given a clear response to Lotus Sun's confession. Coming out to accept the challenge now was nothing more than a helpless act of going with the flow!
As No. 60 High's mascot, Headmaster Chen felt that he hadn't chosen the wrong person.
From the previous spirit sword exchange meet to the combined drill for the six schools, Wang Ling's performance had always been outstanding.
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Now, the onlookers were divided into three factions.
The first group supported Xia Ming. After Xia Ming's identity as a descendant of the Ancient Divine Clan was exposed, they looked forward to his brilliant performance even more. Lotus Sun's confession to Wang Ling really drew too much hatred, and a lot of people wanted nothing more than to rush up and beat Wang Ling up.
The second faction was the five big shots, Wang Zhen, Gu Shunzhi, Liu Qingyi, Fang Xing and Zhenyuan. Of course, they unwaveringly supported Wang Ling in their hearts, and at the same time wanted to see how Wang Ling would deal with this boring battle. They didn't care at all about winning or losing, and only cared about what they could learn from Wang Ling.
The third faction naturally didn't need to be mentioned. Although Wang Ling was usually unsociable and didn't like talking to people, he wasn't completely without friends. Super Chen and Dopey Guo — their fighting strength and rallying power alone were enough to help Wang Ling win over a large number of stable supporters. At the very least, everyone in Grade One, Class Three supported him! Even if they disagreed with this, the students in his class didn't dare express it. Because commissary in charge of studies Little Peanut was also Wang Ling's supporter, they were worried that if they openly disagreed, they wouldn't have enough time to catch up on homework and copy homework in the morning …
At that moment, Xia Ming felt that his spirit root had already resonated with it, and a torrent of white spirit qi turned into fine threads that flowed up and down his body.
It was indeed astonishing that a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator could have such an enormous amount of spirit power reserves.
But to Wang Ling, this kind of spirit power reserve was child's play.
Every pore on Wang Ling's body was in fact a small world that could store enormous amounts of spirit power for him to use. Apart from his pores, the same was true of every cell in his body.
There were about eighty trillion cells in the human body. Ignoring the cells that died due to metabolism every day, there were eighty trillion small worlds in Wang Ling's body.
Not only that, even his fingernails were filled with spirit power.
However, the spirit power in his fingernails was a backup, and wasn't as exaggerated as a small world. The spirit power in one fingernail was about the same as a Soul Formation cultivator's spirit power reserves.
Xia Ming currently didn't even have a quarter of the spirit power in his fingernails.
What should he do? Should he die with Xia Ming?
When he saw the confidence in Xia Ming's eyes, Wang Ling was also secretly calculating in his heart. The only way he could think of was to fight Xia Ming to a draw.
That way, the situation might calm down.
"Classmate Wang Ling, please enlighten me." At that moment, Xia Ming, who had already finished gathering his strength, rushed forward. He spread his feet, and in just a few moves, he had shortened the distance between them.
A gust of wind from a fist whistled toward Wang Ling's face. Feeling the wind pressure from it, Wang Ling's first reaction wasn't to take the punch, but to use his body movement to dodge.
You shouldn't hit someone in the face. Wang Ling thought that although his face was only average after being pinched, he had never experienced being hit in the face before.
He was the only one who would hit someone else.
On the other hand, Wang Ling was also considering Xia Ming's safety.
If that punch just now had hit Xia Ming's face accurately, even if Wang Ling had deliberately restrained the backlash, Xia Ming would have suffered a comminuted fracture at the very least.
The scene of that Shadow Stream Red Ribbon assassin who had failed to assassinate Lotus Sun at school back then and suffered a backlash was still fresh in Wang Ling's mind.
Now that everyone was watching, Wang Ling didn't want history to repeat itself.
He threw out several consecutive punches in a fluid and smooth manner.
"Do you only know how to dodge, Wang Ling?!" Xia Ming mocked Wang Ling as he punched, intentionally or otherwise.
To Wang Ling, this kind of mockery was child's play and couldn't truly enrage him at all.
Xia Ming had also scored very high in the body technique exam. He cultivated the "Chaos Flowing Water Fist Technique." This fist technique was very consistent and explosive, and it used both fists and legs. However, because it consumed a lot of energy, many people would feel tired at the end of the technique.
But Xia Ming was different. He had the advantage of being a descendant of the Ancient Divine Clan, and his endurance was guaranteed.
Thus, this "Chaos Flowing Water Fist Technique" was a little difficult for Wang Ling.
Every move was a slap in the face. This person was really merciless …
Wang Ling still didn't make a move, and continued to dodge Xia Ming's punches with his flirtatious movements.
But this scene made Wang Zhen and the others frown slightly.
This kind of dodging seemed meaningless, but for some reason, Wang Zhen felt that Wang Ling was doing it on purpose, as if he was deliberately guiding Xia Ming's punches.
Sure enough …
In the next moment, Xia Ming's punch actually changed direction the moment it was thrown, and in the end, it actually went for his own face …
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