Evil Spirit Master

Xia Yi had not expected Wujin's arm to become smoother than a snake's in an instant, slipping bonelessly free from his grasp.

After escaping Xia Yi's control, Wujin quickly clenched his fist and swung the enormous punch toward Xia Yi's chest.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xia Yi gathered Soul Power in his fist and threw a punch as well.

Possessing terrifying strength also meant possessing a powerful body. As long as Wujin did not use his claws, Xia Yi was not afraid of a head-on clash like this.

But Wujin had just suffered a great loss in terms of strength. How could he possibly choose to meet him head-on?

Just as their fists were about to collide, a powerful white light suddenly burst from Wujin's fist.

"Roar!" A tremendous roar sounded from within Wujin's fist. Its vigorous, heroic voice carried the majesty of the king of beasts ruling over all beneath heaven.

Xia Yi seemed to see a massive white Lion Emperor standing atop a snow-covered mountain, roaring at the sky while all the beasts below submitted to it.

Xia Yi fiercely bit his tongue. The intense pain instantly cleared his mind, but Wujin's fist had already reached him.

A huge lion's head appeared around Wujin's fist, enveloping his terrifying punch as it met Xia Yi's.

His mind had been affected by the sound waves, and the Soul Power Xia Yi had gathered on his fist had already dispersed. With nowhere to evade, he could only hastily draw back his fist slightly before suddenly accelerating forward. Under the combined force of strength and speed, the momentum of his punch instantly reached its peak as it met Wujin's Lion Fist.

In truth, Xia Yi knew he had already lost at this point.

He had fallen for Wujin's trap. Wujin's initial posture of wanting a head-on clash had merely been meant to deliberately lower his guard.

Wujin had achieved his goal. Because Xia Yi had been overly confident in his strength and body, he had not considered dodging Wujin's punch and had intended to meet it head-on.

Yet Wujin had never intended to clash with Xia Yi head-on. At the crucial moment, he used a soul skill and caught Xia Yi off guard.

The instant he used his soul skill, Xia Yi had lost. No matter how strong Xia Yi was, he could not withstand a punch containing a soul skill.

With a dull bang, Wujin's advancing fist came to an abrupt stop, while Xia Yi staggered backward seven or eight steps before managing to steady himself.

"A soul skill!" Xia Yi felt as though his fists were about to split apart from the pain, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he studied Wujin curiously. Wujin had clearly used a soul skill in that punch, yet his soul rings had not lit up.

Wujin stared at Xia Yi as well. He had not expected Xia Yi to regain consciousness amid his Lion Emperor Roar under those circumstances, much less launch a counterattack immediately.

Wujin stared at Xia Yi for a full minute without attacking, and Xia Yi did not attack either. Wujin was even stronger than he had imagined. With his current strength, unless he resorted to tricks like he had against Tang Wulin, it would be impossible for him to defeat Wujin.

Xia Yi had not intended to resort to tricks in this battle.

Though using tricks did feel good, Wu Zhangkong and Ye Yingluo had looked down on him one after another. He wanted to prove himself through a real battle.

Thus, Xia Yi did not continue trying to gain an advantage through tricks. Even if he could not defeat Wujin, he wanted to hold out against him for as long as possible and prove himself.

However, Xia Yi had not expected Wujin to suddenly speak coldly after staring at him for a minute. "You tricked me once and threw me to the ground. I tricked you once and punched you. We're even now."

After saying that, he turned toward Ye Yingluo. "I'm sorry, Teacher. I lost!"

After speaking, Wujin did not even wait for Ye Yingluo to respond before turning and leaving with effortless grace.

The homeroom teachers were left utterly bewildered.

Wujin's strength had clearly crushed Xia Yi's. Why had he suddenly admitted defeat?

Only Xia Yi frowned slightly. As Wujin left, he had clearly seen a faint blood-red gleam flickering continuously in Wujin's eyes.

Perhaps that was the real reason he had voluntarily conceded.

"Alright, you're a member of First Class now. Come with me." Ye Yingluo ignored the confused looks from the other homeroom teachers and strode away with Xia Yi.

Only after watching them leave did Wu Zhangkong slowly speak, his voice grave. "A Self-Created Soul Skill? How is that possible?"

Self-Created Soul Skills were soul skills comprehended by Soul Masters themselves. Only peerless geniuses could comprehend them. Some Self-Created Soul Skills could even be passed down through generations, such as the Clear Sky Sect's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and the Tang Sect's secret techniques.

Wu Zhangkong's teacher at Shrek Academy, the Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi, possessed his own Self-Created Soul Skill, the Nine Red Dragon Styles.

Unfortunately, the Nine Red Dragon Styles could only be cultivated by those with Dragon Clan Martial Souls and bloodlines.

Wu Zhangkong had never imagined that a Self-Created Soul Skill would appear in a place as small as Eastsea Academy.

Wujin had been tricked by Xia Yi at first because he had never expected a Fox Martial Soul to possess such tremendous strength.

Xia Yi had been tricked by him because he had spent too little time in the human world and had never even heard of Self-Created Soul Skills.

Had he known about Self-Created Soul Skills, he would definitely have noticed something unusual when Wujin threw that punch.

"What kind of monster is he?" After Xia Yi left as well, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li finally drew a deep breath.

In the battle just now, Xia Yi and Wujin had exchanged only two moves, yet Xia Yi had given her two surprises.

In both exchanges, she had prepared twice to step in and save Xia Yi, yet Xia Yi had stubbornly never given her the chance.

During the first exchange, she had originally thought that even if Xia Yi caught Wujin's arm, Wujin's enormous strength would send him flying. She had not expected Xia Yi's strength to surpass Wujin's.

During the second exchange, when Wujin used his Self-Created Soul Skill, she had thought Xia Yi would certainly be unable to react. Yet Xia Yi had not only reacted, but responded as well.

Although he had been at a disadvantage in his clash with Wujin, he had not been injured.

"Na'er, if you encountered Wujin, how confident would you be in defeating him?" the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li asked, lowering her head to look at Na'er.

"I don't know." Na'er shook her head. In this battle, neither Xia Yi nor Wujin had done more than warm up. She could not tell how much strength Wujin truly possessed.

"You might be able to fight him to a draw, but if it were Xing Lan, that girl probably would not stand a chance. Of course, that is only if Wujin went all out," the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li said gravely. Like Na'er, Ye Xinglan was a student of Shrek Academy's Inner Court.

The Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li knew Ye Xinglan very well. If Ye Xinglan, rather than Xia Yi, had fought Wujin just now, she would never have been able to break free from Wujin's Lion Emperor Roar in such a short time.

"Teacher's wife, why did he admit defeat?" Na'er asked in confusion.

"Because this Wujin is an Evil Spirit Master." The Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li spoke in a low voice. "There is an extremely terrifying evil power within him. In order to defeat Xia Yi in a single move just now, he used the greatest power he could wield. If the battle had continued, he might have been consumed by the evil power within him, so he had no choice but to admit defeat."