Chapter 9 - 8. Xia Feng, will you be my kind?

Chapter 9: 8. Xia Feng, will you be my kind?"Is this the kid?" "Looks like he's a first-year by his shoulder insignia, can someone of such a low year really make it?" "Indeed, a first-year Apprentice Spirit Master probably hasn't even grasped what the wave-type Spiritual Particle structure is. Looks like he's going to be unlucky~" Students, either curious or disdainful, watched the black-haired youth step by step descend the stairs. Xia Feng took the long sword from Mu Qingtong's hand and muttered in a low voice, "Miss Mu, what do you mean by this? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself?" "Mr. Xia, how can you say that? Among those present, you and I share the closest relationship, so I naturally chose someone familiar to come up," Mu Qingtong said with a gentle smile. "Hehe~" Xia Feng realized this crafty woman was just looking for entertainment, wanting to see him embarrass himself. Luckily, he was prepared—no big deal! He decided, when his turn came, he would also use his skills like Mu Qingtong and aim for a passable evaluation; there was no need to be overly showy. He bowed with fists clasped, "Ms. Fu, please enlighten me." After Cha Naixue whispered a few words into Professor Freya's ear and stepped aside, Xia Feng glanced at Cha Naixue with suspicion, only to see a rare smile appear on the usually stern and cold face of Professor Freya, "First-year Xia Feng, right? I'm really looking forward to your performance." Professor, don't be like this; I'm scared... Xia Feng had a bad premonition—what had Cha Naixue said to the professor? But now wasn't the time to overthink. He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, deliberately assumed an imperfect starting stance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and rapidly mobilized the Spiritual Pressure within his body, rearranging the structure of the Spiritual Particles. "Professor, here I come!" He shouted lowly, and at the same time— The woman in the martial arts uniform in the distance stopped defending and slowly raised her sword hilt, assuming the Triple Waves starting stance! A horrifying blood wave instantly rippled out from her center, buzzing loudly!!! Sand and stones flew across the training field, scraps of paper danced around the stands, and in the stadium-style classrooms behind, some quickly bent over to hold down their skirts while others leaned back and raised their hands to block the terrifying shockwave, their hair whipping wildly in the wind. This was not the power of the Triple Waves, but rather Professor Freya fully unleashing the Spiritual Pressure field of a Third Rank Spirit Master, intending to put me in a life-threatening situation... Xia Feng felt numb, his eyes wide open as he watched Professor Freya begin to swing her sword, an overwhelming aura like a colossal beast bearing down on him. "I'm finished!!" With great terror between life and death, he didn't have the luxury to ponder whether Professor Freya was just bluffing—he had to attack with all his might, as his best defense at the moment! The not-so-standard starting stance of the long sword in his hand instantly became perfect, and driven by instinct, he swung his sword— Buzz!!!!! Three crimson crescent arcs roared out like dragons fired from a gun, instantly crossing the hundred-meter training field full of flying sand and stones, the friction between the Spiritual Particles and the sand producing a deep rumble like the growl of a wild beast, shaking the entire audience to instinctively cover their ears. Cha Naixue wasn't much affected, but she instinctively stood up, her expression briefly frozen as she stared at the black-haired young man swinging his sword, a sense of heaviness in her heart. "Is this really First Rank Spiritual Pressure? How is that possible...." She knew her childhood friend well. In terms of cultivation talent, he was average, and his understanding of Spiritual Particle structures was also average; he was never expected to stand out. But now, the fact that slapped her in the face was right before her eyes. Not only was he a First Rank Spirit Master, but judging by the situation on the field, he was also a genius in the field of Spiritual Particle structures! Cha Naixue's delicate brows gradually furrowed, the emotions in her heart complex and difficult to discern; she suddenly realized that she didn't actually understand Xia Feng at all. And the result of the information discrepancy was that all her previous probability calculations might also have severe errors, needing to be completely reevaluated... "Is he really a First Rank Spirit Master?" Mu Qingtong had just crossed her long legs and sat down, intending to open her book and continue her own business, but the unexpected development on the field changed her mind. "This guy, he's really unexpected." The woman in the black dress revealed interested eyes for the first time, and after a moment's thought, she closed her book. Buzz— Despite Professor Freya having assumed the starting stance and radiating a terrifying killing Spiritual Pressure, she didn't move further, simply reversing her hold on her sword as the three roaring blood waves blasted towards her face. Her wine-red hair wildly danced backward, and her white martial arts uniform also fluttered in the blood-colored tornado. She sidestepped half a step back with her right foot, and the Triple Waves in front of her suddenly collapsed, transforming into sparse, red light points that drifted upwards and dissipated. The entire venue fell silent. Xia Feng supported his knees and gasped slightly, squinting his black eyes. As expected, this "silver coin" teacher controlled the lethal Spiritual Pressure effortlessly, forcing him to exert his full strength! He almost thought this teacher was in league with Qi Xiao. Drip—drip— Professor Freya's expression turned solemn, her gaze intensely focused on the black-haired youth in the distance. Two seconds later, she approached slowly with her sword in hand. Xia Feng, noticing the movement, instinctively lifted his head, his vision filled by two towering white mountains. Despite the white martial arts robe, there was an oppressive feeling akin to dark clouds pressing down on a city. He frowned and instinctively straightened up, stepping back. Yet he saw Professor Freya's serious face break into a smile. She rose on her toes and gently patted Xia Feng's hair. "Not bad, not bad." Xia Feng: "..." "Cha Naixue was right; you truly are a genius!" As she spoke, the curve of Freya's smile grew wider, becoming uncontrollable. She had never expected to come across such a promising talent—an eighteen-year-old capable of executing such a perfect Triple Waves, indicating that this student named Xia Feng had significant talent in the realm of Swordsmanship among the types of Spiritual Clothes! It was just a pity that his current level of Spiritual Pressure was still somewhat low. But no matter, the thought of having an opponent in the realm of Swordsmanship in the future she could fiercely battle with, especially one she trained herself, filled her with excitement to the extent of wanting to wave a flag! "Teacher... Teacher?" seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Xia Feng was frightened by Professor Freya's eerie smile, making him instinctively step back again. Professor Freya immediately stepped closer, her eyes fiery: "Xia Feng, would you like to take me as your master?" "Ah?" "Ah?!" The students behind them stirred, clearly not expecting Xia Feng to be so highly regarded by Ms. Fu, to the point of wanting to take him as a direct disciple. Mushroom, listening to the chirping around her, again pushed up her thick black-framed glasses, her small mouth forming an 'o' shape, her cute and delicate face staring blankly at the black-haired youth in the distance. She now felt— The shock of discovering that her good brother was actually a beautiful woman disguised as a man! Mu Qingtong, without anyone noticing, had already straightened her posture, her gold eyes sparking with fervor. She decided to retract her previous statement. This Xia Feng was not 'negligible,' but rather 'quite interesting'! She had thought that she was the only unique one, destined to be alone, but now it seemed an interesting fellow had appeared. She could vaguely sense it. Her nominal fiancé, who was even younger than her by a year, might be at least on par with her—not only in the intensity of Spiritual Pressure but also in the comprehension of Spiritual Particle structures. This was a terrifying realization! Could there actually be another genius like her in this world?! Of course, this was only a guess based on Xia Feng's recent performance and her own personal hopes. After all, it was more likely that this man named Xia Feng had performed like a genius either by taking some drug or using some device. Regardless, she was ready to test this strange fiancé of hers. The woman in a black dress elegantly crossed her long legs and leaned back in the chair, her commanding gold eyes pondering as she stared at the black-haired youth in the distance. "Xia Feng, could you be my kindred..."