My Martial Soul Is a Hoe

At the freshman class assignment ceremony, my hoe martial soul sent the entire hall into laughter.

> The rich genius Xiao Li sneered at me in front of everyone: “A good-for-nothing like you should go back to farming.”

> In combat class, his Thunderhawk martial soul drove me into a desperate situation.

> When a devastating bolt of lightning struck my hoe, something unexpected happened

> The mottled rust on the bronze blade suddenly lit up, and the countless bolts of lightning flowed into it like rivers returning to the sea.

> Principal Chu Xiong shot to his feet, his voice trembling: “This hoe... could it be that legendary divine artifact?”