Principal Feng Wuji

At the same time.

Inside the Jingwu Internal Network Information Center.

"Beep—"

"Warning! Server overload!"

"Warning! Abnormal data traffic!"

Harsh alarm bells echoed throughout the entire hall.

Dozens of high-rank array masters and programmers responsible for network maintenance were all sweating profusely, frantically pounding on their keyboards.

"Director! We can't hold it anymore!"

"Traffic broke through 300,000 visits in one minute! The entire faculty and student body is refreshing the same post like madmen!"

"The backup servers have crashed too!"

The director of the information center stared fixedly at the big screen.

At the center of the screen.

There was only one extremely eye-catching notice, bolded in the highest-level scarlet font.

\[Jingwu School Committee Top-Secret Notice: Effective immediately, first-year freshman Su Yu is hereby awarded the only 'Special Freshman' status at Jingwu!\]

Boom!

That single line of text,

was like a nuclear bomb of terrifying yield, directly stirring up a monstrous tidal wave in the calm waters of Jingwu, a deep bomb that had been still for years!

Although the forum was paralyzed.

The news, however, spread like a plague through various private communication channels, WeChat groups, and club group chats, spreading wildly!

"They've gone mad! The school committee has absolutely lost its mind!"

"Special Freshman? I've been at Jingwu for four years and have never even heard of this title!"

"The guy upstairs is ignorant! In Jingwu's hundred-year history, this title has only appeared once!"

"Who?"

"The one who now guards the Northern Abyss, the Invincible War God who's made the alien beast royalty tremble in fear! Our Jingwu principal!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

All the discussion groups instantly fell into a dead silence.

Then came an even more explosive outburst!

"On what grounds?!"

"A freshman who hasn't even officially enrolled yet, sharing the same glory as that Invincible War God?"

"What achievements does he have? How many high-rank alien beasts has he killed?"

"I heard he comprehended the Soul-Calming Spear Intent! And he's only eighteen, already a Martial Artist with one thousand qi and blood points!"

"So what! A Martial Artist might be someone in Jiang City, but at Jingwu, he's nothing! I reached the peak of Martial Artist in my sophomore year!"

The ordinary students were filled with reverence and disbelief.

But the true prodigies,

those who dominated the Jingwu Wind and Cloud List year after year and enjoyed the admiration of countless others,

were shocked, but with it came an extremely intense defiance!

...

Jingwu, Training Room No. 1.

This was the highest-level training facility on campus, accessible only to the top ten on the Wind and Cloud List.

At this moment.

The training room's parameters had been terrifyingly adjusted to "fifty times gravity."

The air was so heavy it felt like solid lead.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

A short-haired young man, naked from the waist up, his muscles coiled like twisting flood dragons,

was furiously pounding a testing post made of extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

With each punch,

deafening sonic booms erupted.

The entire training room trembled violently.

Lu Tianzong.

Vice President of the Jingwu Junior Class Student Council.

Third on the Wind and Cloud List!

Qi and blood value: a terrifying eight thousand points!

Half-step Grandmaster!

Beep beep beep.

The communicator lying in the corner suddenly flashed wildly.

Lu Tianzong frowned slightly and pulled back his fists.

He picked up the communicator and glanced at the scarlet notice on the screen.

"Special Freshman?"

"Su Yu?"

A flash of extremely dangerous, cold gleam passed through Lu Tianzong's deep eyes.

Crack.

The communicator, made of high-grade alloy, was crushed into powder in his hand like brittle biscuit.

Metal fragments fell through his fingers, rustling down.

"Is the title of War God principal something a fresh-faced kid can even touch?"

Lu Tianzong's voice was as cold as ice.

He had grown up listening to legends of the War God, that man guarding the Northern border—an untouchable deity in his heart.

And now,

the school committee had placed the divine crown on the head of a freshman!

"Go."

Lu Tianzong didn't turn around, just spoke calmly toward the shadow outside the training room door.

"Put the word out."

"During tomorrow's freshman registration"

"I, Lu Tianzong, will be at the life-and-death arena by Weiming Lake to personally test the mettle of this 'Special Freshman.'"

"Let's see if his bones are worthy of that title!"

A figure in the shadows bowed slightly.

"Yes, Master Lu."

The figure withdrew.

Lu Tianzong turned back, looked at the meteorite testing post covered in countless dents,

and coldly brushed the metal shavings from his hand.

"Privileges?"

"Can a snot-nosed brat who's never even seen blood wear the divine crown securely?"

"Tomorrow, I will personally trample this undeserved vanity to dust... right there in the ring!"

...

At the same time.

Jingwu Administrative Building, top floor.

Vice Principal's Office.

Nie Changkong pushed open the heavy oak door and locked it behind him.

He walked to his desk.

Without any hesitation,

he directly activated the S-level top-secret soundproofing formation in the office.

Buzz.

A pale blue light curtain instantly enveloped the entire room, blocking all mental probes.

After doing this,

Nie Changkong took a deep breath, retrieved a black satellite phone with an antique design and no electronic screen from the very bottom of the safe.

This was a direct line to the highest military secrets of the Great Xia Nation.

It could only be dialed in the face of nation-ending crises or extremely significant upheavals.

Dut... dut...

The phone rang twice.

It connected.

"Changkong."

A voice, extremely hoarse and filled with endless weariness and exhaustion, came from the other end.

In the background,

were earth-shaking, howling cries of beasts.

The howling of wind whipping up snow and ice.

And even the harsh, scraping sounds of a blade cutting through bone and flesh!

That place was the most dangerous frontline of the Great Xia Nation.

The Northern Abyss!

And the man on the phone was the Jingwu principal himself,

the first-generation Special Freshman,

the Invincible War God who had suppressed countless alien beasts—Feng Wuji!

"Principal."

Nie Changkong's hand, holding the phone, tightened slightly.

Even though he was tens of thousands of kilometers away, just hearing that voice, he could feel a brutal aura, as if walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Wuji's voice was very calm.

"Another beast riot? Or are those scum from the Church making moves on the border again?"

"Neither."

Nie Changkong swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

A deeply complex emotion flickered in his deep eyes.

"Old friend."

"The Soul-Calming Spear... has sounded."

Silence.

Deathly silence fell on the other end of the phone.

Even the roars of beasts in the background seemed to be forcibly suppressed by some terrifying power at that moment.

Crack!

A very crisp sound of something shattering came through the radio waves.

It was the sound of Feng Wuji's high-grade spirit jade teacup, which he had used for decades, being crushed in his hand!

"What did you say?"

Feng Wuji's breathing instantly became heavy.

His voice carried a barely concealed tremor.

"The Soul-Calming Spear... resonated?"

"Who?! Has that old fool Chu Kuang broken through to War Sovereign, or has that old geezer Lei Jue achieved enlightenment?!"

"Neither."

Nie Changkong smiled bitterly.

"It's a freshman."

"A freshman who just got off the train today, hasn't even completed his enrollment procedures yet!"

Boom!

On the other end of the phone, it was as if a volcano had erupted!

"A freshman?!"

Feng Wuji had completely lost his composure.

"Are you fing kidding me?!"

"Nobody knows better than me how domineering the will within that broken half-spear is!"

"Back in the day, I sat by the Unnamed Lake for three whole years, tortured by that murderous aura, nearly dead from the suffering, and only barely grasped a sliver of its essence!"

"And now, a freshman?!"