The school beauty is reborn, and I use her cheat code to become a god!

Chapter 50: He's S-class, how classy is he?!

Lu Xuan knew nothing about what happened in the university conference room, nor did he want to know.

now.

Inside the testing ground, he channeled his spiritual energy to its maximum, attacking anyone he encountered.

In just half an hour, nearly half of the 800 people in the arena fell down, and the rest were so frightened that they fled in all directions. They had agreed to gang up on Lu Xuan and take him down, but he ended up killing them all by himself.

"Open the door!"

A student ran to the door and pounded on the heavy iron gate, wailing, "Open the door!"

"I'm your class monitor, Wei. Lu Xuan's gone mad! He's hitting everyone he sees! Who the hell said he was an F-rank? Why is this guy leveling up so fast?"

No one answered from outside the heavy steel door.

But a gust of hot wind swept in from behind, and Lu Xuan appeared behind Awei without anyone noticing, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Hey guys, you were all plotting to steal my points last night."

Lu Xuan's voice was deep and penetrating.

Awei cried out in terror, "Lu Xuan...no, no, Brother Xuan, I'll give you all my points, please don't hit me! I'll never underestimate F-rank again, I'll never dare to boast and try to steal your points again!"

Who would have thought?

Last night, all the freshmen were still clamoring in the group chat to snatch up Lu Xuan.

As a result, they all fled in terror, wailing and screaming, having been beaten to their knees and begging for mercy by this guy they called an F-level piece of trash.

Bang! The only response from Awei was "Awei's Eighteen Styles".

Seeing this from a distance, Yang Wei and the others sighed in disbelief, "Too brutal!"

They couldn't help but feel a sense of relief: "Thank goodness we didn't go too far last night."

Yang Rui, standing nearby, pointed into the distance and said, "Look, isn't that Zuo Long, one of only two S-level geniuses among the freshmen? Is he about to make a move?"

The three turned their heads and immediately noticed Zuo Long.

This guy is not only famous for his S-class superpower, but also has a very complicated appearance. He is bald and has a blue dragon tattooed on his scalp. At this moment, he is wearing a set of light armor and is being protected by a group of classmates.

"Zuo Long, make your move!"

One student pleaded, "If you don't act soon, we'll all be snatched up! Don't forget there's a big prize for the top scorer!"

As everyone could see, Zuo Long was the most composed person in the arena.

Is this the confidence of an S-class genius?

Zuo Long rubbed his shiny bald head, jumped down from the height, and the crowd immediately made way for him, supporting him as he walked toward Lu Xuan.

"Great! It's Zuo Long! We're saved!"

"Zuo Long is an S-rank genius; the power he can unleash definitely exceeds that of a third-tier expert. Lu Xuan is doomed this time!"

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Everyone seemed to have grasped at a straw and rushed towards Zuo Long.

Seeing this, Yang Wei and the other two quickly retreated behind Lu Xuan, reminding him, "Brother Xuan, this guy over there is called Zuo Long. He's one of only two S-rank geniuses among our freshmen this year. His S-rank lightning-type ability is called 'Heavenly Strike with Five Thunderbolts,' also known as 'Five Thunder Drums,' which consists of five types of thunder drums, each with a different effect. It can attack, defend, and even heal—it's incredibly powerful. Should we avoid his attacks?"

This kind of superpower is extremely rare.

It integrates offense, defense, healing, and control, with almost no weaknesses. It is truly the strongest individual superpower, and this kind of superpower cannot be compensated for by differences in cultivation level.

In Yang Wei's and the other two's view, even if Lu Xuan was a fourth-level ability user, his ability was ultimately only F-level. If he really faced the S-level Zuo Long, he would have no chance of winning.

"I should avoid his sharp edge?!"

Lu Xuan scoffed, "What's so great about his S-rank?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, facing Zuo Long, who stepped out from the crowd.

The latter's gaze was fixed on Lu Xuan.

Zuo Long pondered to himself, "I originally planned to wait until Lu Xuan collected all the points and exhausted his spiritual energy before I made my move to seize them. I didn't expect these guys to be so weak... But it's the same to make a move now."

Thinking of this, he took a step forward and uttered, "I originally wanted to get along with you all as ordinary classmates, but instead I've been met with suppression and alienation—I'm not pretending anymore, I'm an S-class peerless genius, and I'm laying my cards on the table!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at Lu Xuan.

"Lu Xuan, you must have stumbled upon some fortuitous opportunity, allowing you to break through to the third or fourth tier of ability users without any obstacles... but your good fortune ends here!"

As he spoke, he walked toward Lu Xuan.

He was an S-class genius, and dealing with a mere F-class ability user would be a piece of cake.

Crack! The light armor on Zuo Long's body shifted, covering his entire body, accompanied by bursts of spiritual energy emanating from it.

Upon seeing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Heavens! This is a Yellow-grade battle armor! Lu Xuan is doomed!"

"Lu Xuan, hand over your points quickly, or you'll suffer less physical pain!"

"Zuo Long, lead us in one charge and take down Lu Xuan!"

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The students who were still standing shouted.

Zuo Long enjoyed the praise and pointed at Lu Xuan, saying, "Lu Xuan, when you're in the game, you need power and connections. Which gang are you from? Ah, I forgot, you have F-level superpowers. You're just a nobody!"

"Then don't blame me for stealing your points!"

After he finished speaking, thunderous sounds resounded within his body.

Enveloped in countless bolts of lightning, it hurtled towards Lu Xuan.

"Well done!"

Lu Xuan remained calm and drew his battle sword to confront Zuo Long.

How can a fifth-tier ability user be compared to a mere first-tier ability user?

Even if he has Yellow-level weapons and equipment, so what? Does he have enough spiritual energy to power them?

Obviously not!

Clang clang!

Thunder rumbled and swords gleamed.

The two intertwined, unleashing bursts of air that sent the hair of the surrounding students flying.

At first, everyone thought Zuo Long was in high spirits and fought with great skill, but as time went on, Zuo Long's disadvantages gradually became apparent. His spiritual energy was not enough to support the consumption of his powerful S-class superpower, and he had switched from offense to defense.

What the hell is the difference between this and it going limp after just a few thrusts?

In contrast, Lu Xuan showed no signs of weakness and fought with increasing ferocity.

Bang bang bang!

Finally, after exchanging hundreds of blows, Zuo Long could no longer hold on. Even with his Yellow-level weapon in its current state, he became nothing but a lump of scrap metal without the support of spiritual energy.

Lu Xuan seized the opportunity and immediately lunged forward.

"Ah!" With a scream, Zuo Long was sent flying backward.

Everyone was startled and couldn't believe their eyes.

That S-level genius, Zuo Long, who is known as the strongest individual fighter, actually lost?

And he even lost to an F-level ability user!?

Is this reasonable? !

At this moment, all around was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Zuo Long, who could no longer stand properly, completely at a loss.

"This...this is impossible?!"

Zuo Long coughed up mouthfuls of blood and said, "I... I'm an S-class genius, how could I possibly lose—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xuan had already walked towards him.

"Lu Xuan, don't come any closer!" Zuo Long was so scared that he kept shrinking back, hiding his points card again and again, but Lu Xuan still managed to find it.

"Lu Xuan, Brother Xuan, Father—ah, I beg you, please leave me some, please leave me some!"

Ding!

The sound of a card being swiped rang out.

The standings have changed again.

[First Place: Lu Xuan, 1000000 points.]

Lu Xuan tossed it back to Zuo Long like trash, and the latter, like a humiliated little woman, shed tears of grievance.

Lu Xuan stood up, looked around, and craned his neck, asking, "Who else?!"

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