"Standing at the pinnacle of GCD Divine Mechanism Academy—and arguably the world’s Divine Mechanism field—if you four, the apex, gang up on a Divine Mechanist who just entered Second Rank, isn’t that utterly laughable?"
Pang Dun pressed on immediately.
"If all four of you team up? That’d be even more ridiculous."
He advanced step by step, not out of politeness.
He simply laid out the reasons and consequences.
He wanted a dignified response from the Four Kings.
Of course, it’d be best if they dropped the matter.
But if they pursued it, GCD Divine Mechanism Academy would side with the Four Kings.
As Zhao Meng had just said: the strong devour the weak.
Survival favors the fittest.
Truth only stands with power.
"————"
The Four Kings stayed silent.
No one dared speak without their reply.
Dead silence fell.
"We four won’t interfere in your feud."
Shu Xingfeng finally spoke.
He knew the others wouldn’t.
Whenever the Four Kings appeared, Shu Xingfeng always acted as their voice.
Unlike Zhao Meng’s hollow role, Shu Xingfeng’s words held weight.
All three Kings endorsed them.
"But, kid, I’ll say this—"
Shu Xingfeng stepped toward Huor.
The Four Kings had never approached anyone so directly.
Today, Jiang Huoer—and Second Year Fire D Class—had already made history.
From this moment, Jiang Huoer stood as a legend beside the Four Kings.
"Words once spoken can’t be taken back.
I remember what you said.
If you defeat Zhao Meng, I’ll make your words reality."
"Whoosh—!!!"
The training ground erupted.
Shu Xingfeng was challenging Jiang Huoer!
A conditional challenge, yes—but still a challenge!
The Four Kings had challenged a Second Stage Initial Divine Mechanist!
Another academy record.
Unbelievable.
Had this transfer student ignited the Four Kings’ Battle Will?
Absolutely.
"Xingfeng, are you serious?!"
Zhao Meng hadn’t expected this.
"He can’t even beat me!"
"Whether he can or not, his guts deserve praise.
And—" Shu Xingfeng paused.
"I disliked your insults toward Jiang Huoer.
They all did."
His face darkened.
"No one’s effort should be dismissed.
His talent may lag behind yours.
But his backbone? Far stronger than yours."
His stance was clear.
He sided with Jiang Huoer.
Zhao Meng’s words had angered him deeply.
"If you use strength to fuel arrogance, you don’t deserve Class A."
A brutal blow.
It nearly expelled Zhao Meng from Class A.
Zhao Meng’s face turned deathly pale.
He knew Shu Xingfeng could do it.
All Four Kings could.
Their status alone could ban him from Class A—or the academy.
"Enough. We have duties.
This year’s Midsummer Grand Battle isn’t simple.
Students from other schools will observe—or compete.
Details are undecided.
After settling this, prepare well."
Shu Xingfeng added, "This is for Class A and Class D.
We’re all part of GCD Divine Mechanism Academy.
Work hard to honor that."
The Four Kings won hearts.
They weren’t just Class A’s kings—but Class D’s too.
Comforting.
This man felt genuinely warm.
Pang Dun and Zhu XiuRong nodded fiercely.
Talent might be lacking, but effort? Never inferior.
"Settle this properly."
Shu Xingfeng turned away after addressing Zhao Meng.
He glanced back at Huor once.
————This one’s extraordinary.
He couldn’t explain why, but Jiang Huoer felt different.
Zhao Meng would settle this.
This transfer student had humiliated him today.
He’d reclaim every ounce of pride.
Fully.
Completely.
Thoroughly.
That was the only solution.
"Then come."
Zhao Meng said little.
Crushing this kid would take no effort.
"Show us all what gives you the nerve to provoke us!"
He clasped his fists at his waist.
A bright blue War God Imprint flared behind him.
"War God Imprint! Activate!!!"
The aqua imprint spun like a turbine.
Waves marked his core attribute: Water.
A giant hammer within symbolized his secondary trait: Strength.
That hammer was also his Contract Weapon—the Skyshaking Hammer—from his Divine Spirit Covenant.
"Skyshaking Hammer! Manifest!!!"
Zhao Meng lunged forward.
He plunged his hands into the imprint.
With a mighty heave, he yanked out a massive hammer.
It reeked of the Warring States era.
Jade pads formed its striking faces.
The wooden handle wasn’t ordinary timber—it had to withstand his crushing grip and battle shocks.
"This is my War God Imprint!" he roared.
"And my Contract Weapon!
Jiang Huoer, you think you’re hot stuff?
Show me your strength!!!"
