From the crowd, someone suddenly exclaimed in shock, "This person's Martial Soul is actually a Bone Dragon!"
The voice was like a thunderclap, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
"As expected of a True Dragon Soul Spirit! This aura is terrifying! Just one person easily suppressed those three high-level Martial Souls."
"Exactly, this overwhelming Dragon Might is suffocating, so powerful!"
"Is that the main point? He's a first-year student, yet he already has a Soul Ring!"
"Damn, could it be Innate Full Soul Power?"
Someone nearby chimed in, their face filled with fear.
The surrounding students were still reeling from the immense impact of the Soul Power, clearly unaware of the more critical issue at hand.
However, Xue Beng, as a member of the royal family, despite his usually frivolous behavior, couldn't possibly fail to recognize the signature Martial Soul of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's guardian.
In the entire world, aside from Gu Rong, where else could there be a Bone Dragon Martial Soul?
Could this person before him be the grandson of Bone Douluo Gu Rong, who had always remained obscure?
Xue Beng's expression instantly turned extremely grim, his teeth clenched as he cursed inwardly, "Damn it!"
He knew all too well that if he truly offended Bone Douluo, not only would he be in trouble, but even his uncle Xue Xing would have a hard time escaping unscathed.
But the current situation was like an arrow on the bowstring, impossible to retract.
It was a matter of face. If he didn't step up as the leader this time, how could he establish authority in front of everyone in the future? How could he be the boss?
He comforted himself inwardly, thinking that if he held back a little and just gave the other party a small lesson, Bone Douluo's magnanimity probably wouldn't lead to a major fallout.
With this in mind, Xue Beng gritted his teeth, waved his hand fiercely, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, attack!"
As soon as the words fell, the three immediately brandished their claws and lunged at Gu Feng.
Gu Feng's expression was calm, his Bone Dragon Martial Soul glowing with a deep, mysterious light, Dragon Might radiating all around.
Facing the three charging at him, he moved as if strolling through a garden, swiftly throwing out a few straight punches. His movements were fluid, his punches powerful and precise, each one accurately hitting the vital points of his opponents.
"Ah!"
The three didn't even have time to mount an effective defense. With a scream, they were sent flying like kites with broken strings.
The three curled up, clutching their livers, their faces turning purple as they groaned in pain.
For a moment, none of them could stand up again.
Xue Beng watched the three flying out and groaning in pain, his eyes wide, his face instantly drained of color, turning as pale as paper, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
His lips quivered as he stammered, "H-how is this possible? This strength..."
Witnessing this shocking scene, Yu Feng was so excited that her face turned red, her eyes shining as she waved her fists vigorously, "Gu Feng, you're amazing! Yes! Just like that, beat them to death, don't hold back!"
Ye Lingling stood to the side, just a faint smile playing on her lips, quietly watching everything unfold, not as fervently vocal as Yu Feng.
However, her quietly loosened palm betrayed the tension in her heart. The tips of her fingers, which had been clenched until they turned pale, were now slowly regaining their color.
The surrounding students were completely abuzz.
"Is he even human? He sent three people flying with just three punches!"
"Is he really a freshman? He didn't even use a Soul Ring!"
"The people Prince Xue Beng brought are supposed to be so strong, yet he took them down in one move. What's his background?"
As Gu Feng walked toward him, Xue Beng swallowed hard, his legs going weak. He nearly collapsed on the spot, thinking to himself, "This is bad, really bad. I've really messed up this time."
Gu Feng stood firmly in front of Xue Beng, his expression calm, his dark eyes unfathomable. He coldly asked, "Now that it's come to this, do you have anything to say?"
Xue Beng's face alternated between pale and red. In his panic, he could only force out a smile that looked worse than a grimace and stammered, "B-big bro, c-can you go easy on me? I-I admit I was wrong, okay?"
"What do you think?" Gu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a row of cold, white teeth as he gave a meaningful, chilling smile.
"Big bro, please go easy," Xue Beng instinctively covered his head and crouched down.
Immediately after, a series of "thuds" and "smacks" echoed through the cafeteria, accompanied by Xue Beng's agonized screams.
In just a short while, everyone in the cafeteria saw a disheveled figure scrambling out on all fours.
Upon closer inspection, the person was covered in bruises of all sizes, his head swollen like a pig's. His once-neat clothes were now tattered and covered in dust. It was none other than Xue Beng, who had been strutting around proudly just moments ago.
Behind him, Gu Feng stood with his hands in his pockets, calmly watching his retreating figure.
Soon after, Yu Feng, brimming with curiosity, eagerly pushed through the crowd to Gu Feng's side.
She patted Gu Feng's shoulder, deliberately mimicking a man's hearty gesture but unable to hide her playful nature. She said, "Gu Feng, you're amazing! Tell me, how did you do it? By the way, what's your innate Soul Power level? You've got to tell me!"
She fired off her questions in rapid succession, her eyes fixed intently on Gu Feng.
Gu Feng's lips curled into a gentle smile, and he replied casually, "It's nothing special, really. Let's go back and eat first. We can talk about it later."
With that, he ignored the crowd still buzzing with excitement, turned around, and returned to his seat. He picked up his chopsticks, ready to continue the meal that had been interrupted.
Yu Feng pouted, clearly unsatisfied, but obediently followed behind Gu Feng, muttering as she walked, "I knew you'd keep it to yourself. After we eat, you better not back out. You have to tell me everything…"
…
After the meal, Gu Feng, Yu Feng, and Ye Lingling walked out of the cafeteria together. A gentle breeze brushed past, tousling their hair.
At that moment, they were preparing to head to the classroom building to familiarize themselves with their new class.
Along the way, Yu Feng chattered away like a cheerful little bird, fully revealing her curious nature.
She would turn to Ye Lingling with great enthusiasm, inquiring about her innate Soul Power, then shift her attention to Gu Feng, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she pressed him about just how strong he truly was.
The barrage of questions, fired off left and right, left Gu Feng utterly exasperated. He could only manage to offer a few perfunctory responses here and there.
However, Ye Lingling seemed to thoroughly enjoy this exchange, maintaining a gentle smile as she patiently answered each of Yu Feng's questions.
The trio soon arrived at the freshman teaching building, where a large, eye-catching notice board stood at the entrance, clearly displaying the class assignments for the new students.
As they gathered around to look, the smiles on their faces instantly froze.
"Ah, what's going on? Why isn't Lingling in the same class as us?"
Yu Feng couldn't help but complain, her voice filled with disappointment. The usually lively girl now looked as if she had been struck by frost.
"There must be something wrong with this class assignment..."
Gu Feng also felt utterly speechless. They had registered together, and according to the common practice in the Soul Master world where strong attackers and support roles are usually paired, Ye Lingling should have been assigned to the same class as him. Yet, the class assignment before them completely defied his expectations.
Ye Lingling gently clenched her delicate fists, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her lips as she softly reassured them, "It's alright. I'm in Class 1, just in the building next to yours. We can still see each other easily."
(End of Chapter)