47: Chapter 47 Principal Feng Wuji

At the same time.

Inside the Capital Martial Arts University intranet information center.

"Beep——"

"Warning! Server overload!"

"Warning! Data traffic abnormal!"

Piercing alarm sounds echoed throughout the entire hall.

Dozens of high-level array masters and programmers responsible for network maintenance were all sweating profusely, frantically hammering at their keyboards.

"Director! We can't hold it!"

"Traffic has exceeded three hundred thousand within one minute! The entire school's teachers and students are frantically refreshing the same post!"

"The backup servers have also crashed!"

The information center director stared fixedly at the big screen.

In the center of the screen.

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

[Top-secret notification from the Capital Martial Arts University School Committee: Effective immediately, freshman Su Yu is granted the Capital Martial Arts University's sole "Special Grade Freshman" status!]

Boom!

This short line of text.

It was like a nuclear bomb of astonishing yield, directly setting off a monstrous frenzy within the deep-water bomb that was the long-calm Capital Martial Arts University!

Although the forum had crashed.

The news, however, spread like a plague, frantically propagating through various private communication channels, WeChat groups, and large club groups!

"Crazy! The School Committee is absolutely crazy!"

"Special Grade Freshman? I've been at the Capital Martial Arts University for four years, and I've never even heard of this title!"

"The person above is ignorant, aren't they! In the hundred years since the Capital Martial Arts University was founded, this title has only appeared once!"

"Who?"

"That invincible War God who currently guards the Northern Abyss and scares the Beast royal family to the point of trembling! Our Capital Martial Arts University's Principal!"

Once these words were spoken.

All the discussion groups instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately following that, there was an even crazier eruption!

"On what grounds?!"

"A freshman who hasn't even officially enrolled yet, on what grounds does he get to share the same glory as that invincible War God?"

"What kind of battle record does he have? How many high-level beasts has he killed?!"

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

"So what! A Martial Master might be a big deal in Jiangcheng, but in the Capital Martial Arts University, he's nothing! I was already at the peak of Martial Master in my sophomore year!"

The ordinary students were filled with worship and disbelief.

But those true prodigies.

Those monsters who had occupied the Capital Martial Arts University's Wind and Cloud Rankings for years and enjoyed the admiration of countless people.

They were filled with shock, carrying an extremely intense—defiance!

...

Capital Martial Arts University, Gravity Training Room No. 1.

This is the highest-level training ground in the entire school, and only the monsters in the top ten of the Wind and Cloud Rankings are qualified to use it.

At this moment.

The parameters of the gravity room were terrifyingly adjusted to "fifty times."

The air was so heavy it felt like it had turned into solid lead blocks.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A short-haired youth with a bare upper body and muscles coiled like dragons.

Was frantically pummeling a test pile made of extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

With every punch that landed.

A deafening sonic boom erupted.

The entire gravity room was shaking violently.

Lu Tianzong.

Vice Chairman of the Capital Martial Arts University Student Union, third year.

Third on the Wind and Cloud Rankings!

Blood qi value, reaching a terrifying eight thousand points!

Half-step Grandmaster!

Beep, beep, beep.

The communicator placed in the corner suddenly flashed frantically.

Lu Tianzong frowned slightly and withdrew his fist.

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

"Special Grade Freshman?"

"Su Yu?"

In the depths of Lu Tianzong's profound eyes, a flash of extremely dangerous cold light flickered.

Crack.

The communicator, made of high-level alloy, was instantly crushed into powder in his hand, like a fragile biscuit.

Metal shavings fell rustling through his fingers.

"Is the War God Principal's title something a freshman who hasn't even grown his hair out yet can touch?"

Lu Tianzong's voice was as cold as ice.

He had grown up listening to the legends of the War God; that man guarding the Northern Abyss was a god in his heart that could not be profaned.

Now.

The School Committee had actually placed the crown of a god onto the head of a freshman!

"Go."

Lu Tianzong did not turn around, but spoke faintly toward the shadows outside the gravity room door.

"Spread the word."

"Tomorrow is freshman registration."

"I, Lu Tianzong, will personally weigh the worth of this 'Special Grade Freshman' on the Life and Death Arena by Weiming Lake."

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

In the shadows, a figure bowed slightly.

"Yes, Young Master Lu."

The figure retreated.

Lu Tianzong turned around, looking at the meteorite iron test pile that had been smashed with countless dents.

He coldly brushed the metal shavings off his hands.

"Privilege?"

"Is the crown of a god something that a greenhorn who hasn't even seen blood can wear securely?"

"Tomorrow, I will personally crush this vanity that doesn't belong to him... completely on the arena!"

...

At the same time.

The top floor of the Capital Martial Arts University Administration Building.

Vice Principal's office.

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

He walked to the desk.

Without hesitation.

He directly activated the S-grade top-secret soundproofing array in the office.

Hum.

A pale blue light curtain instantly enveloped the entire room, isolating it from all spiritual power detection.

After doing all this.

Vice Principal Nie Changkong took a deep breath and took out a black satellite phone with an ancient design and no electronic screen from the bottom of the safe.

This was a dedicated line directly connecting to the highest military secrets of the Great Xia Kingdom.

It could only be dialed when facing a nation-ending crisis or when an extremely major event occurred.

Beep... beep...

The phone rang twice.

It connected.

"Changkong."

From the other end of the phone, a voice came through that was extremely hoarse and permeated with endless vicissitudes and exhaustion.

In the background.

There were earth-shattering, shrill beast roars.

There was the whistling of ice and snow whipped up by the wind.

One could even hear the harsh friction of blades cutting through flesh and bone!

That place was the most dangerous defense line of the Great Xia Kingdom.

The Northern Abyss!

And the person answering the phone was none other than the Principal of the Capital Martial Arts University.

The first generation Special Grade Freshman.

The invincible War God who had suppressed countless beasts—Principal Feng Wuji!

"Principal."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong's hand gripping the phone tightened slightly.

Even across a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, even just hearing that voice, he could feel a tragic aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing towards him.

"What happened?"

Principal Feng Wuji's voice was very calm.

"Did the beasts riot again? Or are those bastards from the Church making small moves at the border again?"

"Neither."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

In the depths of his profound eyes, a flash of extremely complex emotion flickered.

"Old friend."

"The Soul-Suppressing Spear... has rung."

Silence.

The other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.

Even the earth-shattering beast roars seemed to have been forcibly suppressed by some terrifying power at this moment.

Crack!

An extremely crisp shattering sound traveled through the radio waves.

That was the sound of the top-grade spirit jade teacup in Principal Feng Wuji's hand, which had accompanied him for decades, being forcibly crushed!

"What did you say?"

Principal Feng Wuji's breathing instantly became heavy.

In his voice, there was a hint of hard-to-conceal trembling.

"The Soul-Suppressing Spear... has resonated?"

"Who?! Did Director Chu Kuang, that old kid, break through to Martial Emperor, or did Director Lei Jue, that old thing, have an epiphany?!"

"Neither."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong gave a wry smile.

"It's a freshman."

"A freshman who just got off the train today, who hasn't even finished the registration procedures."

Boom!

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

"A freshman?!"

Principal Feng Wuji completely lost his composure.

"Are you f***ing kidding me?!"

"I know better than anyone how overbearing the will inside that broken half of a spear is!"

"Back then, I sat withered by Weiming Lake for three years, tortured to death by that baleful aura, and only then did I barely comprehend a sliver of its surface!"

"A freshman?!"