I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

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

"Is this the kid?"

"Judging from his shoulder insignia, he's a first-year student. Can he handle it?"

"Heh~ A first-year apprentice spirit master, he probably doesn't even understand what wave-type spirit particle structure is. He's in for trouble~"

The students watched the black-haired youth descend the steps with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

Xia Feng took the long sword from Mu Qingtong's hand and said helplessly in a low voice, "Miss Mu, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to make a fool of me?"

"Mr. Xia, what are you saying? You and I are the closest people here, so naturally I would call someone I know up." Mu Qingtong smiled gently, her eyebrows curving slightly.

"Haha~"

Xia Feng finally understood that this scheming woman was just looking for fun and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Luckily, I had a cheat code, so it's not a big problem!
He made up his mind that he would use his skills like Mu Qingtong did in a while and just get a passable rating; there was no need to be too flashy.

He clasped his hands in a respectful greeting: "Teacher Fu, please give me your guidance."

Chana whispered a few words in Freya's ear and then stepped aside. Xia Feng looked at Chana with a puzzled expression, but then saw a rare smile on Freya's usually serious and cold face. "Xia Feng from the first year, right? I'm really looking forward to your performance."

Teacher, please don't do this, I'm scared. Xia Feng had a bad feeling. What did this woman, Chana Yuki, say to the teacher?
But now was not the time to think too much. He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, deliberately adopting a less-than-standard starting stance. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly mobilized his spiritual pressure and rearranged his spiritual particle structure.

"Teacher, I'm ready to go!"

He gave a low shout, and at the same time—

The woman in martial arts uniform in the distance stopped defending and slowly raised her sword hilt, assuming a three-wave starting stance!

A terrifying wave of blood instantly rippled outwards from her center, booming!
Sand and stones flew everywhere in the training ground, and scraps of paper danced in the air behind the podium. In the classrooms further back, some students hurriedly bent over to hold down their skirts, while others leaned back and raised their hands to block the terrifying shockwave. Everyone's hair was flying wildly in the wind.

This is not the power a triple wave should have.
Instead, Freya fully unleashed the spiritual pressure field of a third-tier spiritual master, a move aimed at killing me. Xia Feng was completely numb, watching helplessly as Professor Freya began to swing her sword, her terrifying aura like a colossal beast blotting out the sky and crashing down.

"Done!!"

In the face of life and death, there is immense terror. He had no time to judge whether Freya was bluffing him; a full-force attack was the best defense at hand! The somewhat awkward starting stance of his longsword instantly became perfect. Relying on instinct, he rearranged his spiritual energy structure and swung the sword—

Buzz! Three crimson crescent moons roared like dragons drawn from spears, instantly slicing across the hundred-meter-long training ground where sand and stones flew. The friction between spiritual particles and sand and stones produced a low rumble, like the growl of a wild beast, which made all the students in the field subconsciously cover their ears.

Chana Yuki wasn't affected much, but she subconsciously stood up, staring blankly at the black-haired youth wielding the knife, her heart sinking slightly.

"Is it really first-tier spiritual pressure? How is that possible?"

How could she not understand her childhood sweetheart? Her talent in cultivation is mediocre, and her comprehension of spiritual particle structures is also mediocre. She will never have a chance to stand out in this lifetime.

But now the facts that slapped her in the face are right before her eyes.

Not only is he a first-tier spirit master, but judging from the situation on the field, this guy is at least a genius in the field of spirit particle structure!

Chana's delicate eyebrows gradually furrowed, her emotions complex and difficult to understand. She suddenly realized that she didn't really understand Xia Feng at all.

The result of this information bias is that all her previous probability calculations were likely seriously flawed and had to be started over.
"He's actually a first-tier spirit master?"

Mu Qingtong had just sat down with her legs crossed, ready to turn the pages of her book and continue doing her own thing, when the unexpected situation on the scene changed her mind.

"This guy is quite unexpected." The woman in the black dress showed interest in her pale gold eyes for the first time, and she closed the book.

hum-

Freya clearly assumed a starting stance, radiating terrifying spiritual pressure and killing intent, but she did not take any further action. Instead, she swung her sword horizontally, and three roaring waves of blood, like tigers unleashed from their cages, rushed straight towards her face.

Her long, wine-red hair danced wildly behind her, and her white martial arts robe fluttered in the wind amidst the blood-red tornado.

She turned sideways and took a half step back with her right foot. The three waves in front of her suddenly collapsed, turning into scattered red light spots that drifted into the air.

The entire room fell silent. Xia Feng, slightly out of breath, leaned on his knees, raising his eyes and narrowing his dark pupils. Sure enough, this Silver Coin Teacher could control his killing intent and spirit with ease, and liked to play with people, didn't he? He almost thought that this teacher was in cahoots with Qi Xiao.

Da da--

Freya's expression turned solemn, her eyes fixed intently on the black-haired youth in the distance.

Two seconds later, she slowly approached, knife in hand.

Xia Feng noticed the commotion and subconsciously looked up. His vision was filled with two snow-white mountains. Although he was wearing a white martial arts robe, there was a sense of oppression, like dark clouds pressing down on the city. He frowned and subconsciously straightened up and took a step back.

Freya's serious little face broke into a smile, and she tiptoed to gently pat Xia Feng's hair: "Not bad, not bad."

Xia Feng: "."

"Chanel was right, you really are a genius!"

As she spoke, Freya's lips curved into a wider and wider smile, which she could not suppress.

She never expected to encounter such a promising talent. At only eighteen years old, he could execute such a perfect triple wave technique, which shows that this student named Xia Feng is at least very talented in the sword-fighting type of spirit garment!

It's a pity that his spiritual pressure level is still a bit low.

But it doesn't matter, because the thought of having a rival in swordsmanship who can fight her fiercely in the future, and who is someone she taught, makes her so excited that she raises a flag!

"Teacher?" Xia Feng was startled by Freya's eerie smile and subconsciously took another step back.

Freya took a step closer, her eyes burning with desire: "Xia Feng, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

"what?"

"what?!"

The students behind him were in an uproar.

"Really? The professor is actually taking on a student? Is this guy really that amazing?"

"Nonsense! Of course it's powerful. Just now, Xia Feng's Triple Waves faintly revealed the sound of a tiger's roar. This is already the prototype of the Spirit Robe 'Blood Rose'."

A boy sitting in the third-year seating area pushed up his glasses and said in a deep voice, "'Blood Rose' is a C-level spirit garment that only fourth-year students are qualified to learn, but Xia Feng has vaguely grasped the direction on his own. Think about it yourselves, how many people in the history of the academy have achieved this level?"

"So, he's even more powerful than that prospective saintess of the Black Moon Church?"

The boy nodded: "The Holy Maiden is certainly not bad, but compared to this Xia Feng, she's still somewhat inferior."

Mushroom listened to the chattering around her, her thick black-rimmed glasses drooping down her nose again, her small mouth forming an "o" shape, her cute and delicate face staring blankly at the black-haired youth in the distance.

She was experiencing a shocking realization—like discovering that her best friend was actually a stunningly beautiful woman disguised as a man!

Mu Qingtong was also somewhat surprised. She had already sat up straight without realizing it, and a hint of heat ignited in her golden eyes, which were full of interest.

She decided to retract her previous statement; this Xia Feng was not 'not worth worrying about,' but rather 'quite interesting'!
She had always thought that she was the only unique person in the world, and that she was destined to be alone, but now it seems that an interesting guy has appeared.

She could vaguely sense that her nominal fiancé, despite being a year younger than her, was likely no less powerful than her in terms of spiritual pressure and comprehension of spiritual particle structures!
This is a very terrible thing!
There are actually geniuses like her in this world?!
Of course, this is just a guess based on Xia Feng's performance and her own situation, and it even carries some of her own subjective expectations.

After all, this man named Xia Feng is more likely to have taken some kind of drug or used some kind of device to demonstrate his genius.

But in any case, she was prepared to test this strange fiancé.

The woman in the black dress leaned back elegantly in her chair, her long legs crossed, her imposing golden eyes fixed on the black-haired youth in the distance, her gaze thoughtful.

"Xia Feng, will you be one of my kind?"

(End of this chapter)