Chapter 194: Accepting Class Committee Roles

Chapter 194: Accepting Class Committee Roles

"The Ghostly White Tiger...it brings back memories," Wang Si murmured as he watched the young girl manifest the beast alone. He shook his head slightly. The stature and aura of this Ghostly White Tiger were too weak!

Despite this, Wang Si decided to unleash his true Martial Soul—the power of the Golden Dragon King. It was strong enough to possibly match this Ghostly White Tiger in a head-on confrontation.

However, Wang Si had never sought evenly-matched battles. Why bother with a drawn-out fight when he could crush his opponents effortlessly?

His true Martial Soul was highly malleable, and the moment he unsealed the Golden Dragon King within him, its aura began influencing his very bones.

Now, when he summoned his true Martial Soul, the dragon's aura became more intense, enhancing his defense and strength. Yet, adhering to the principle that concentration is the essence, Wang Si's physical form did not undergo any noticeable changes after the soul fusion.

Extending his index finger, Wang Si beckoned to the Ghostly White Tiger.

The tiger let out a long, piercing roar towards the sky before charging straight at Wang Si.

As it drew near, the Ghostly White Tiger raised its right claw and brought it down with force.

Wang Si lifted his arm, bracing for the impact. A piercing metallic friction filled the air, followed by a shower of sparks.

Sensing the force exerted on his arms, Wang Si was slightly taken aback. "Is this tiger deficient in some way? Its claw feels so soft and feeble!"

The girl controlling the Ghostly White Tiger was also surprised by the lackluster effect of her attack.

Unwilling to admit defeat, she was about to launch another assault when something unexpected happened.

A golden cannonball suddenly appeared beside her.

Boom!

A heavy punch landed squarely on her sturdy forehead, the impact causing stars to burst before her eyes.

Before she could react, she felt a punch to her abdomen, and then her body went flying uncontrollably.

"Wait...I...uh..."

The girl wanted to surrender, but another punch cut her off mid-sentence.

To prevent damage to her source, the girl quickly released her self-fusion Martial Soul technique.

She found herself staring into the eyes of someone whose fist was mere inches from her face. The sight scared her stiff.

Then, she felt a large hand grasp her neck and lift her up. The grip was strong, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Not bad."

She heard a soft murmur, but before she could process it, the vice-like grip on her neck suddenly disappeared.

Before she could catch her breath, the girl's mind went blank.

A scorching breath washed over her face, and she felt a strange warmth spread throughout her body.

Not giving her time to think, a pair of mischievous hands landed on her waist and began to move downward.

Instinctively, the girl wanted to grab the hands in front of her to stop their advance. But the next moment, she felt her feet leave the ground, and her hands instinctively wrapped around the person's neck.

The person's hands involuntarily loosened their grip, and the girl's hands clung even tighter to the only thing supporting her—the person's neck.

Yes, it was definitely the person's neck.

Smack!

The girl's body trembled, and she quickly recoiled, shrinking her neck and spitting twice!

After spitting, the girl became aware of their intimate entanglement. Just as she was about to let go, she felt a powerful force surge from below.

While her neck would snap instantly upon impact, sparing her from pain, the fall itself was torturous.

The girl's body, now in free fall, reached for the ground desperately.

"Grab me! Grab me!" she screamed. She even looked down at the guy who had taken liberties with her and then carried her into the air with a pair of golden wings.

But he remained unmoved.

"I don't make a habit of catching people. Next time, hold on tighter," he said.

The girl heard these words, and then her head hit something.

Crack!

The crisp sound of breaking bones was the last thing she heard before she disappeared into the air as a white light.

As she woke up in the spiritual transfer device, the girl subconsciously touched her neck.

The sound of her neck snapping still echoed in her ears, leaving her disoriented for a moment.

Stepping out of the device, she looked towards two figures who were also slowly emerging—one of them being the guy who had taken advantage of her, then knocked her out of the match in such an embarrassing manner.

How despicable!

Back in the real world, Wang Si smiled lightly at the venomous glares he was receiving.

"Five people from our class made it onto the genius board, and I took out four of them myself. I don't think anyone can deny my position as class president now," Wang Si said, pointing at the girl with the slender waist who had clung to him, the one he had struck down when the arena shrank, and the one who had seemed harmless but attacked with decisiveness.

The youth with the scythe took a step forward, dissatisfied, and Wang Si raised an eyebrow at him.

"If you still feel unconvinced, we can have another match. Although you're not a girl, I'm willing to stand here and let you take three swings at me with your scythe," Wang Si said.

Hearing this, the youth's face darkened, and he turned away, his expression sullen.

The teacher witnessing this exchange had a slight headache. The strongest person in the class had been chosen, but he didn't seem to be uniting the class.

"Wang Si, Na'er, the two of you were the last ones standing, and you were in the same group. You can decide among yourselves who will be the class president and who will be the vice class president," the teacher said.

Na'er took a step back, indicating that she was ceding the class president position to Wang Si. Seeing this, the teacher nodded helplessly.

"Alright, so Wang Si will be our class president, and Na'er and Wusidu will be vice class presidents. Any objections?"

The students in the class all shook their heads in unison. They acknowledged the strength of Wusidu's self-fusion Martial Soul technique, Na'er's area-of-effect skill that cleared the field instantly, and Wang Si's power and defense, which could easily withstand Wusidu's fused Martial Soul attack.

The top three students in the class had proven their strength.

However, they did not agree with the class president's character...

(End of Chapter)

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