Chinese Superman

"I've long heard that the Kaitian Class has a powerful 'One-Year-Old Master,' and today I, Zhang Tieshan, have come to learn from him... Ouch!"

Before the word "teach" could even be uttered, everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the boy named Zhang Tieshan was sent flying backward as a blurry shadow, crashing hard into the wall outside the training field. He was stuck inside in a "T" shape, with only his limbs twitching occasionally.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Xia Xinghan casually brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulders and turned his gaze to the Pidi Class.

A handsome young man dressed in Hanfu, resembling an ancient scholar, swished open his folding fan and said with an air of elegance, "Well... ganging up is not the act of a gentleman. I'll fight you one-on-one..."

"Bang!"

Another thud that made your neck tremble.

The once elegant scholar, now bruised and battered, was hanging on the windowsill in a rather unrefined manner, his folding fan nowhere to be seen.

He shook his dizzy head and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"What are you all standing there for! Let's attack together!"

"A gentleman should help others achieve their goals! Since this...this young man wants to challenge our entire class one-on-one, we should certainly grant his wish! Let's go together!"

The last sentence was uttered in a fit of exasperation and a broken voice.

"superior!"

"Let him see how powerful the land reclamation team is!"

Having been instantly defeated by two opponents, he no longer cared about saving face.

The remaining students from the Pidi Class shouted, and various colored lights suddenly lit up. They all activated the relics they held and rushed towards the small figure in the center of the field from all directions!

The students in the pioneering class are all hand-wielders carefully selected by the base, and at the very least, they are all A-grade hand-wielders. They are young and have great potential.

Although they, like Xiang Xiaohu, are limited by their cultivation level and cannot consume their life essence to unleash the full power of the relics, the amplification and mysterious power brought by each relic after activation should not be underestimated.

For a moment, flashes of inspiration filled the training ground, and a strong wind howled.

"Take this!"

A student thrust forward with an ancient-looking longsword. The blade appeared rusty, but the edge gleamed with a chilling light.

Xia Xinghan neither dodged nor avoided, but flicked his finger.

"clang"

When the fingertips touched the blade, a metallic clang was produced!

The Class A relic, named "Bronze-Glazed Steel Sword," was bounced high into the air, causing the student wielding it to feel numbness in his hands and retreat repeatedly, his face filled with horror.

After his sword was revived, it could cut through iron like mud, and it couldn't even pierce the opponent's skin.

A melodious flute tune rang out.

"Is this a Jiahu bone flute? Interesting." Xia Xinghan turned his head and looked at a girl who was holding an ancient bone flute and playing it.

Invisible sound waves spread out like ripples on water, carrying a power that disturbed the mind and impacted the internal organs. Xia Xinghan, however, simply opened his mouth and whispered, "Break!"

The sound waves shattered instantly, but the girl with the bone flute was struck by a recoil force, her face paling as she stumbled back several steps, staring in disbelief at the ancient Neolithic instrument in her hand.

This is a priceless heirloom, yet it couldn't do anything to the other party.

Immediately afterwards, various relics and attacks followed.

There is a bronze bell, no bigger than the palm of your hand, that resonates throughout the entire venue when struck, its sound waves transforming into tangible ripples.

He wielded a gold and jade belt, which was magnificent and extravagant, and extremely valuable. When it was soft, it was like a python; when it was hard, it was like a steel whip, lashing out with a whooshing sound.

One of them unleashed a tortoise shell, its spiritual light transforming into a shield to protect itself, attempting to withstand the attack;

Several rusty copper coins were tossed out, spinning rapidly, carrying an aura of confinement...

The scene was extremely chaotic, with spiritual energy surging and the faint light and mystery of various relics intertwined.

However, Xia Xinghan, who was at the center of the storm, seemed to be in complete control.

His small figure weaved through the crowd, sometimes striking the ancient sword with his bare hands, producing a resounding clang; sometimes using his fingers like a knife to sever the whip shadow formed by spiritual energy; sometimes letting out a clear whistle, shattering sound waves and illusions...

The movements are simple and effective, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

What terrified everyone, especially the students in the Pidi Class, was that Xia Xinghan could often calmly comment while receiving or resolving their attacks:

"The bronze-hilted steel sword is an infantry weapon made in Wan, the state of Chu during the Spring and Autumn Period. It should have been rusted and decayed when it was unearthed. But after its restoration, it was almost completely restored to its original state."

"A gold and jade belt buckle? From the Tang Dynasty, it's truly magnificent. It's a waste to use it to whip people."

"These copper coins must be from the Five Emperors..."

"The Qin Banliang, Han Wuzhu, Kaiyuan Tongbao, Songyuan Tongbao, and Yongle Tongbao coins come from the Qin, Han, Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties respectively. They are quite numerous, and even if you collect a complete set, it wouldn't qualify as a top-grade relic. You should keep them. It's a pity that I'm not an evil spirit or ghost, otherwise I would be completely restrained."

"Using tortoise shell divination as a mere shield is putting the cart before the horse."

With each word he spoke, the corresponding student from the pioneering class paled a little more.

This wasn't just a brutal crushing of them, but a merciless "whipping" on the level of knowledge! How could he know so much about the origins of so many relics?!

Are tomb raiders or archaeologists reincarnated?

The students in the Opening Class were completely dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

"Bare-handedly taking an attack from a relic?"

"Commenting on relics is like commenting on cabbages..."

"Just what kind of monster is our boss?!"

"I feel like I'm reading a novel where a quasi-emperor catches an imperial weapon with his bare hands."

Finally, after the last Pidi Class student who tried to sneak up from behind was casually slapped away by Xia Xinghan, there was no one else standing in the training field except for Xia Xinghan.

The elite members of the field-opening team lay sprawled on the ground, groans rising and falling.

The students in the Open Heaven Class had mixed feelings as they watched this scene.

On the one hand, they felt proud and honored.

I almost wanted to say, "See? The two of us together are really amazing!"

On the other hand, seeing the miserable state of the students in the pioneering class, I inexplicably felt a sense of shared pity...

The familiar recipe, the familiar taste—it seems like this is how they were "taught" by their boss back then.

Needless to say.

The students of the Opening Class temporarily set aside their inter-class competition and rushed forward to help the fallen student from the Pidi Class to the ground, preparing to send him to the infirmary.

Xia Xinghan stood there, watching the Pidi team members being helped away, groaning with every step, and called out to their retreating figures:

"Remember this, from now on I'm not just the boss of the Kaitian Class."

"He's also the leader of your land-opening team."

"From the very beginning, everyone acknowledges me as their leader!"

The tiny baby exudes an aura of dominance.

The groaning line paused briefly, followed by a sparse, uneven response:

"I...I've got it..."

"Boss... Boss..."

"Understood, boss..."

His voice was filled with helplessness, bitterness, and a hint of resignation after being defeated.

Seeing this, Teacher Li was both shocked and amused. He put away the necklace he had just taken out and sighed, "No wonder he's called Nezha. He's the reincarnation of the Demon Orb, a truly fitting name."

"His parents... well, they had foresight!"