Chapter 11: His First Battle at the Academy, Making a Name for Himself

Mao Yu turned around and saw Feng Yao standing not far off with her arms crossed, her gaze icy as it fixed on him. He raised an eyebrow and replied innocently, “I’m just taking a look, what’s wrong with that?”

Feng Yao snorted coldly. “Only students with Teacher Zhou’s permission can enter the Special Training Room. Who do you think you are?”

Mao Yu shrugged. “Teacher Zhou never said I couldn’t.”

A hint of disdain flickered in Feng Yao’s eyes. “Don’t pretend. You think I don’t know? You got in through connections—you have no real skill!”

Mao Yu’s expression darkened. “What did you say?”

Feng Yao advanced step by step, and with each step, a small ice pit formed on the ground—an effect of her supernatural ability emitting a chilling aura. Mao Yu felt suffocated as if the air around him had been drained, yet he did not back down. Taking a deep breath, a sharp glint of determination flashed in his eyes. “Trash? Try me and see!”

Suddenly, he unleashed his supernatural power. A powerful energy surge swept through the area like a raging tide, shattering all the ice pits around Feng Yao.

Feng Yao’s expression shifted slightly—she hadn’t expected Mao Yu to be stronger than she imagined. But she quickly regained her composure and unleashed her own powers, clashing fiercely with Mao Yu. The training ground was soon engulfed in swirling winds and clouds as two mighty forces collided, roaring thunderously.

The intense battle drew the attention of other students, who hurried over to watch. Among them was Li Yang, whose eyes gleamed with malice as he observed the duel. He whispered to his follower, “Go tell Teacher Zhou that Mao Yu is causing trouble!”

As the fight continued, Mao Yu gradually gained the upper hand. His abilities, enhanced by the system, far surpassed those of his peers. Although Feng Yao was formidable, she began to falter under Mao Yu’s relentless storm of attacks.

Just then, Teacher Zhou arrived at the scene. His face darkened as he shouted, “Stop!”

Mao Yu and Feng Yao simultaneously ceased their fighting and turned toward him. Teacher Zhou approached Mao Yu sternly. “Mao Yu, you have quite the nerve to fight privately on school grounds!”

Mao Yu calmly explained, “Teacher Zhou, Feng Yao was the one who slandered me for using connections and provoked me first. I was only defending myself.”

Upon hearing this, Teacher Zhou’s expression softened slightly. “Regardless, fighting near the training room is against school rules. However, since you have your reasons, I won’t pursue this matter further—for now. But don’t let it happen again.”

Mao Ling anxiously watched Mao Yu’s retreating figure, her tiny fists clenched tightly. She turned to Feng Yao, eyes blazing with anger. “It’s all your fault! Why do you treat my brother like this?”

Feng Yao ignored Mao Ling and turned away, leaving behind a cold remark: “The weak have no right to stand here.”

After Teacher Zhou led Mao Yu away, Mao Ling glared at Feng Yao’s departing back, her cheeks flushed red with fury. Clenching her fists like a flustered kitten, she shouted, “Just wait! My brother will prove to you that he’s no loser!”

Without looking back, Feng Yao left, her proud silhouette fading into the distance. Mao Ling stomped her feet in frustration, yet felt powerless.

She hurried to the entrance of the Special Training Room, anxiously awaiting Mao Yu. Soon, he emerged, his face calm. Seeing Mao Ling’s worried eyes, he smiled and ruffled her hair. “It’s nothing, just a small matter.”

“But Teacher Zhou…” Mao Ling still fretted.

Mao Yu interrupted her, “Don’t worry, I have a way.” He smiled mysteriously, eyes shining with confidence.

“Brother, you’re the best!” Mao Ling’s eyes sparkled with admiration. Mao Yu laughed softly at her adorable expression, warmth swelling in his heart.

The next day, the ability test for new students at the Supernatural School officially began. The testing ground was set in the central plaza, where all the freshmen gathered to showcase their powers.

Li Yang, the top student from last year, was the first to demonstrate. Confident, he stepped onto the platform and unleashed his mighty lightning ability, causing brilliant flashes and roaring thunder that drew gasps from the crowd.

“No wonder he’s Senior Li Yang—his power is incredible!”

“Yeah, looks like this year’s top freshman will be him for sure.”

The murmurs rippled around, and Li Yang smiled smugly, basking in the praise.

When it was Mao Yu’s turn, he strolled onto the platform leisurely, a playful smile on his face. He didn’t rush to display his powers but closed his eyes as if feeling something unseen.

“What’s this guy doing? Has he lost his mind?”

“He’s just putting on a show to attract attention,” came the mocking whispers.

Mao Yu remained unfazed. Silently, he opened the system interface and began analyzing Li Yang’s abilities. The system quickly revealed a weakness: Li Yang’s lightning power, though strong, consumed enormous energy and required precise mental control. Any disturbance in his focus would drastically weaken his power.

A faint smile curved Mao Yu’s lips as he formed a plan.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the testing device and slowly extended his hand.

“What’s he up to?” someone in the crowd whispered.

With a mischievous grin, Mao Yu raised his right hand, pointing his index finger skyward. The crowd looked puzzled—was this some kind of magic trick?

Suddenly, a tiny droplet of water formed at the tip of Mao Yu’s finger. The droplet shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, reflecting a spectrum of colors.

“That’s it? Are you kidding me?” Li Yang sneered, laughter bubbling out.

The surrounding students expressed disappointment. This was too weak.

Yet in the next moment, a stunning scene unfolded. The small water droplet seemed to be infused with boundless energy and exploded instantly into countless fine water needles. Each needle gleamed with a sharp, icy light and surged toward the testing apparatus like a torrential rainstorm.

The numbers on the device jumped wildly before settling on an astonishing score—99.9!

The crowd fell into stunned silence before erupting in cheers, as if this number shattered their understanding of the world.

Li Yang’s followers exchanged shocked glances, unwilling to believe their top student had been surpassed by a freshman. Those who had mocked Mao Yu now wore expressions of awe and respect.

“How is this possible?!” Li Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief. He was last year’s top student, and his own score was only 98.5!

Mao Yu withdrew his finger calmly and stepped down from the platform. Passing by Li Yang, he patted his shoulder meaningfully. “Senior, well played.”

Li Yang’s face darkened, speechless. Jealousy and resentment churned inside him. As the school’s reigning star, he could not tolerate being so easily overshadowed. Clenching his fists, he vowed silently to reclaim his honor in the upcoming competitions.

Mao Yu stood amidst admiring gazes, feeling a surge of pride and having established his reputation among the freshmen.

Yet he knew this was only the beginning. He caught Teacher Zhou’s scrutinizing look.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence: “The freshman competition on the arena starts now!”