Intense Hatred!

"Ah! I can't do this anymore, I'm completely out of strength! Am I really going to die here?"

At that moment, Han Yu deeply felt his own weakness, as well as his fear of death.

"Ah!"

"No, I absolutely can't die. I... have to survive."

His consciousness gradually blurred. Intense unwillingness, anger, and hatred for his own weakness surged out, along with a flood of negative emotions.

"Ah!"

Clang!

A smear of scarlet lit up the pitch-black seawater. If Han Yu's consciousness had still been clear, he would have discovered that the Soul Power inside him had been unsealed at some unknown point.

The scarlet Sharingan appeared on its own, the three black tomoe spinning rapidly, crossing and connecting at high speed, as if they would transform into a mysterious pattern in the very next moment.

A Soul Power aura even colder than before spread out.

The three tomoe were still spinning, but just as they were about to form a pattern, they suddenly stopped, as if something was missing.

In the end, they remained in the state of Three Tomoe.

With the formation of the Three Tomoe, his Spiritual Power rapidly increased, and Han Yu's consciousness cleared slightly.

"Is this the Three Tomoe Sharingan?"

Han Yu gave a faint bitter smile. Even the Three Tomoe was useless now. It could not save him. The pressure was still continuing, and his slightly clearer consciousness quickly blurred again.

At the final moment before Han Yu's consciousness scattered, a pair of large hands grabbed him, then swiftly rose toward the surface of the sea.

"Looks like the plan succeeded. I didn't expect it to go straight to three tomoe. I hope this kid doesn't blame me when he wakes up later."

After placing Han Yu on the ground, Du Busi felt faintly pleased with himself. Ever since he had learned how Han Yu's Martial Soul evolved, he had been planning this.

His sudden disappearance had also been part of his calculations. He could not let Han Yu know his intentions, or Han Yu's subjective awareness would inevitably form a mental guard.

For this, he had racked his brains before finally coming up with this method: using the pressure between life and death as stimulation to evolve the Martial Soul.

Now, he had finally succeeded.

He had been observing Han Yu's life signs the whole time so he could rescue him at the first possible moment. Just when he thought it was going to fail, he had not expected Han Yu to give him such a huge surprise.

At the final juncture, the evolution had finally succeeded.

Smack! Du Busi struck Han Yu with his palm, instantly making his entire body bounce up from the ground.

A series of striking sounds rang out. In just a few breaths, he had already struck Han Yu dozens of times in succession.

His hands turned green, and every time he struck Han Yu, a stream of green air entered Han Yu's body.

Han Yu's body trembled lightly. He was still unconscious, but as Du Busi continued striking him, a green halo also began to radiate from the surface of his skin.

"This kid's body is still too weak. Fine, I'll give you a helping hand."

As Du Busi continued striking him, the aura around his own body weakened slightly, far less powerful than it had been just moments ago.

He was using his own Soul Power to temper Han Yu's body. Clearly, even for Du Busi, this method consumed a tremendous amount.

In his coma, Han Yu only felt as though he were inside a furnace, being hammered by an iron hammer. Every strike brought him extreme pain, but his body also became tougher, and the impurities within him were expelled.

Amid torment that felt like both ecstasy and death, an unknown amount of time passed. Only when the pain gradually disappeared did he sink into a deep sleep.

Phew!

Du Busi's face was somewhat pale as he exhaled a breath of turbid air, then reached up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's finally done. Kid, this time, I suffered a great loss of vitality. You'd better not let me down.

It's just, why wasn't the improvement to his physique as great as I imagined? It's only about three-quarters of the expected level?"

"This is also my first time using this secret art. Could the records be wrong?"

A complicated look flashed through Du Busi's eyes. This time, in order to temper Han Yu's body, he had used a secret art. Even with cultivation as profound as his, the consumption had not been light.

"With this kid's current physique, when he reaches his second ring, he should at least be able to absorb a Soul Ring of around three thousand years."

"Heh heh! When that time comes, I'll definitely give those Old Monsters a surprise!"

"Doesn't your Shrek claim to be the number one academy on the continent? I'd like to see what kind of reaction you all have when you see my disciple."

Who knew what he had thought of, but Du Busi's face filled with a thick smile.

It was as if he had already seen the shock and disbelief on those people's faces!

"Am I dead?"

Han Yu forced his eyes open. He only felt weak and sore all over, without the slightest bit of strength.

Clearly, he still had not come back to himself.

"You're still alive and well. As your teacher, I wouldn't let you die. Here, eat this." A deep voice sounded beside Han Yu's ear, and a large tray was brought right in front of him.

"Teacher? You saved me?"

Han Yu came back to his senses and looked at Du Busi before him in pleasant surprise.

"Uh! More or less!"

Du Busi nodded a little awkwardly.

"Teacher, let me tell you, after you left, someone ambushed me and almost got me—"

As Han Yu spoke, he suddenly came back to himself. He looked at Du Busi in disbelief and asked with difficulty.

"Teacher, that person... couldn't have been you, right?"

Although it was a question, his tone was extremely certain, filled with an unquestionable force.

"Haha, you're right. It was your teacher who personally acted and threw you into the sea."

Before Du Busi could finish speaking, he felt a pair of scarlet eyes staring tightly at him, and a cold aura spread out from Han Yu's body.

A vast amount of negative emotions surged out, filling Han Yu's mind and making his consciousness gradually grow hazy.

"Disciple, wake up! Don't let your emotions control you."

Du Busi's urgent shout came over, and Han Yu's eyes gradually became clear again.

"Teacher?"

Han Yu's somewhat puzzled voice sounded.

"It succeeded. Your Sharingan evolved successfully. It's already Three Tomoe now. Take a look yourself."

Du Busi pulled out a mirror from somewhere, and reflected in it was Han Yu's scarlet Sharingan, upon which three tomoe had unmistakably appeared.

Looking at the Three Tomoe Sharingan in the mirror, Han Yu's face was full of confusion as he said, "What's going on?"

Du Busi chuckled, faintly smug.

"Have you forgotten what you told me? About the evolution of the Sharingan?"

"I couldn't let you know. It needed intense stimulation, which is why I did this. Do you understand now?"

Du Busi stared closely at Han Yu, his tone grave.

Han Yu froze when he heard this. The cold aura instantly vanished, the indifference in his eyes also softened, and his gaze turned blank.

"So you secretly ambushed me, then threw me into the sea?" After learning the truth, Han Yu's voice unconsciously grew louder, and his face looked torn between laughter and tears.

Fortunately, he had awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan. It was just that the price left Han Yu somewhat shaken.

"Wasn't this what you said yourself? If I didn't do it like this, how would your Martial Soul awaken?"

Du Busi chuckled, but Han Yu's near loss of control just now made him inwardly vigilant.

"Kid Han Yu, your Martial Soul has already evolved. After your Martial Soul Possession, intense emotional fluctuations caused your personality to change drastically. Next, you need to learn to control your emotions, or what just happened will happen again."