Daydreaming Fairy

Chapter 21: The Unforgettable 100th Class!

The Martial Arts Arena of the Number One Academy in the Myriad Realms.

Hundreds of colossal statues of immortals stood tall, even larger than mountains, in the heavens and earth.

In front of each immortal statue, there was a massive battle arena.

These battle arenas were constructed from solid black stones and were fortified with layers of formations and restrictions, making them indestructible.

Terrifying energy erupted from each of the battle arenas, shaking the heavens and earth.

In front of one of the immortal statues, there were two to three hundred students gathered, all laughing at someone's misfortune.

Boom!

A deep red energy exploded.

A figure, burnt black, was thrown high into the air and fell to the ground in a sorry state, coughing up blood incessantly.

"Hahaha... What a joke of a Deification Realm! I, at the Ninth Level of the Heavenly King Realm, can easily overpower you without any pressure. Truly deserving of being a waste from a trash class, even the strongest among you is so weak!"

A burly man, his body engulfed in divine flames, his red hair burning like fire, sneered as he walked towards the fallen man. His aura was particularly terrifying, and his eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.

"I won't allow you to insult my class...!"

The fallen figure clenched his fists, his mouth, resembling a doughnut, wide open. His bruised and swollen face was filled with anger as he stood up abruptly and pounced towards the red-haired man.

"Am I insulting you? I'm just speaking the truth!"

The red-haired man punched Murong Nitian's face again, causing him to spit out blood and fly away.

Around the Martial Arts Arena, some students were laughing and cheering.

These students included upperclassmen and freshmen.

Clearly, they found the words of the doughnut-shaped student very amusing.

"Hahaha... Can't even insult us with your pathetic strength?"

"The 100th class is just a gathering of trash. Otherwise, why would you be in the 100th class?"

"Typical weakling, not allowed to speak."

The onlookers crossed their arms and judged from a higher position.

The man who was brutally beaten and looked extremely miserable was Murong Nitian, the vice class leader of the 100th class.

There were also a dozen or so people on the Martial Arts Arena, each showing expressions of shame, anger, or hanging their heads. They were also classmates from the 100th class who had come to observe and learn from the battles of the top geniuses. Unexpectedly, their vice class leader, Murong Nitian, was suddenly challenged by another freshman.

The Number One Academy in the Myriad Realms had an item that could be exchanged for credits called the Challenge Token.

If a higher-level cultivator or someone of the same realm initiated a challenge, the one being challenged could refuse. However, if a lower-level cultivator challenged a higher-level cultivator, the higher-level cultivator had no legitimate reason to refuse.

Chu Aoyan was a freshman from Class 62, Level 1, with a cultivation level of the Ninth Level of the Heavenly King Realm. He challenged Murong Nitian, who was one realm higher, and Murong Nitian had no way to refuse.

If it were just a normal sparring session, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But Chu Aoyan clearly has the strength to completely defeat Murong Autian, yet he repeatedly humiliates Murong Autian, along with all the students of the Hundredth Class, by not ending the match and instead freely insulting them.

In this way, more and more students gather in the martial arts arena.

Many students are watching Murong Nitian's joke.

After all, a Deification Realm being tyrannized by a Ninth Heavenly King Realm is extremely rare in the number one academy of the Ten Thousand Realms where geniuses gather. If this matter were to spread, that Deification Realm would be regarded as a laughingstock and topic of discussion among the students.

In the cultivation world, being weak is a sin, and this applies everywhere.

What no one noticed was that nearby, in another martial arts arena, three senior students were pretending to watch the martial arts competition in front of them, but they were actually paying attention to the competition in the freshman martial arts arena.

Among them, a silver-haired senior student was obviously a prominent figure in the academy. Even when he quietly watched from the sidelines, many students came forward enthusiastically to greet him, and many senior sisters looked at his tall figure with spring-like eyes and infatuated expressions.

This is Tang Feiyu, the leader of the Third Class!

He possesses the innate Bright Sacred Body and is said to be a true disciple of the Great Emperor Guangyu. At a young age, he has already reached the Ninth Level of the Deification Realm and is said to be only a step away from the Immortal Platform Realm. Recently, he has been preparing to break through to the Immortal Platform Realm and will soon become the youngest student in the academy to reach that level.

Such a prominent figure attracts attention no matter what he does.

"Big brother, do you think that kid will be scared and won't dare to come over?" The man surrounded by dragon shadows spoke impatiently.

"If that's the case, it would confirm his lack of ability," Tang Feiyu said with a confident smile.

"And, does he really think I have no backup plan? Today, I can deal with Murong Nitian, tomorrow I can deal with Ye Jianqing, and the day after tomorrow I can deal with Lin Yaoyu..."

"When all the students of the Hundredth Class have been humiliated, he, as the class leader, will still be a coward. So naturally, someone will help me expose his hypocrisy!"

The two henchmen beside him brightened their eyes.

"Boss, you're brilliant!"

"Damn, this plan is too strong! It's a perfect scheme!"

"I'm really looking forward to seeing the trembling appearance of that weak class leader!"

The two henchmen were filled with anticipation and found it very amusing.

During this conversation, Murong Nitian was hit by dozens of punches again.

His powerful Sealing Divine Body was blasted black as charcoal, and several bones in his body were broken.

"Hahaha... Just think about it, how could there be a true genius in a pile of trash?"

Chu Aoyan burst into laughter and walked step by step towards the fallen Murong Nitian.

"Shut up!" Murong Nitian roared, and terrifying black flames erupted from his body, turning into a thousand-foot black demon.

But in the next moment, the enormous black demon god made no move, and Chu Aoyan's fiery fist shattered the black demon god's body, directly punching a dent into Murong Nitian's abdomen.

"I can say whatever I want to say. Who are you to tell me to shut up?"

Chu Aoyan looked at Murong Nitian, who was once again coughing up blood, and sneered.

"I won't allow... you to say that our class is all useless..."

Murong Nitian stubbornly raised his swollen face, his eyes filled with stubbornness and resilience.

"We were just a step behind, it doesn't mean we will always be weaker than other freshmen... just like how the all-knowing Chaos Stone Tablet misjudged Captain Lu Fan, our potential cannot be determined by a mere stone!"

"Well said!"

"Mu Rong, keep it up!"

"We will definitely make a comeback!"

On the martial arts field, the students of Class 100 clenched their fists and shouted excitedly.

"Chu Aoyan, don't be too arrogant. Captain Lu Fan will definitely seek justice for us!"

Some students spoke angrily.

"Captain Lu Fan?" When Chu Aoyan heard this name, he laughed even louder. "Hahaha... your captain is the biggest joke, a weirdo who was picked out of the garbage dump to be a captain! He dares to confront me? I bet he's trembling somewhere!"

His laughter hadn't stopped yet.

A rainbow descended from the sky next to the training ground.

"Let's see who's so arrogant, daring to humiliate Class 100!"

A young man leaped down from a carrot, his eyes cold as he looked at Chu Aoyan.

"Captain..." Murong Nitian trembled when he saw the newcomer.

"Captain! It's really the captain!"

"The captain is here!"

The faces of the students from Class 100, which had been filled with frustration, suddenly showed excitement.

Tang Feiyu and the others also had a change in expression.

"He's here!"

"He actually dares to come here!"

"Good, I was afraid he wouldn't come. This way, we can expose his hypocrisy faster!"

Tang Feiyu's pupils suddenly turned into a flawless white color.

This was his Illusion-Breaking Divine Eyes, which could see through any disguise and reveal the truth.

"Indeed... just a Martial Body Realm Ninth Layer ant, what's with the pretense?"

Tang Feiyu had great confidence in his Illusion-Breaking Divine Eyes. He could see through any disguise below the True Immortal level without fail.

At this point, Chu Aoyan's smile had already disappeared.

"So you're Lu Fan?"

He looked at Lu Fan with some seriousness.

Facing this influential figure among the freshmen, he instinctively felt a bit wary. But when he thought about the information and guarantees provided by the powerful person behind him, he immediately regained his confidence.

"Hehehe... so what if I humiliate Class 100? A class that's the most trash, can't I step on them?"

Chu Aoyan crossed his arms, his momentum fierce as he sneered.

Lu Fan looked deeply at Chu Aoyan, then turned his gaze to Murong Nitian.

"Murong, surrender." Lu Fan spoke.

"Captain..." Murong Nitian trembled, his face filled with unwillingness and stubbornness.

Lu Fan calmly looked at Murong Nitian. "Surrender!"

This firm and resolute statement instantly extinguished the last flame in Murong Nitian.

He knew that he couldn't win against Chu Aoyan.

He also knew that even if he continued to resist and counterattack, Chu Aoyan could easily block them. He had long been aware of this.

If the opponent were any other student, Murong Nitian would have surrendered long ago. But Chu Aoyan repeatedly insulted the classmates of Class 100, publicly humiliating them time and time again. As the vice captain, he wanted to win! He wanted to prove that Class 100 was not trash!

"Murong Nitian... surrender!" Lu Fan reprimanded once again.

"I... I surrender!" Murong Nitian's words echoed on the martial arts field.

Looking at his face, which was already covered in tears, he walked out of the martial arts field with his battered body, swaying as he walked back. His gaze was vacant, as if his soul had been sucked away.

Even when he passed by Lu Fan, he didn't seem to notice.

Lu Fan reached out and patted Murong Nitian's shoulder, then turned to Lin Yaoyu and said, "Give it to me."

"Are you sure about this?" Lin Yaoyu felt uneasy and apprehensive.

"Give it to me!" Lu Fan said.

A flash of light appeared in the palm of the girl's hand, revealing a challenge token.

Lu Fan took the challenge token and his loud voice echoed through the martial arts field.

"Lu Fan, Class 100, challenges Chu Aoyan of Class 62..."

"Please enlighten me!"

(End of this chapter)