Victory After Victory

On the Soul Master Academy training grounds, Yan charged into the center of the chaotic crowd. After taking out several relatively weak opponents, he finally came up against someone with a bit of strength.

The chaos had erupted abruptly. Once everyone became embroiled in the fight, the disparity in strength became obvious. Aside from those who had drawn too much hatred and been ganged up on, the first ones eliminated were the weaker students.

Among the 120 student representatives, only those in third grade and above had all reached at least the one-ring Soul Master level. Thus, the first to be eliminated were those who had yet to acquire even a single soul ring.

Yan specifically picked on the weak ones in the crowd. Since he was young, no one could accuse him of bullying the weak with his strength. But once all the weaker students had been forced out, he pushed farther into the central area and finally faced a proper Soul Master.

"Kid, this isn't a place for you."

Standing opposite Yan was a Soul Master wielding an iron staff Martial Soul. Each swing whipped up fierce gusts of wind. Seeing Yan charge at him, he did not waste any words and swung his staff down toward Yan's shoulder.

"Ah..."

A scream rang out, loud enough to draw plenty of glances from those nearby. Yet what happened was beyond everyone's expectations.

The one who suffered was not the obviously younger Yan, but the student wielding the iron staff. He clutched his abdomen, his face twisted in pain as he cried out continuously.

Bang!

Yan did not pause. His hand, which had gripped the other's iron staff Martial Soul, suddenly exerted force and directly hoisted the student up before kicking him away. Amid a scream, the student flew straight off the training grounds. Another student had been forced to withdraw.

"That kid isn't even in third grade yet, is he? At least fifteen levels of Soul Power?"

"That was a complete crushing victory. He crippled that guy head-on."

"Kids are this fierce nowadays? Which class is he from?"

Yan's performance naturally shocked many people. In that clash just now, he had purely relied on absolute strength to overwhelm his opponent, directly eliminating that student with only twelve or thirteen levels of Soul Power and revealing that he possessed at least fifteen levels of Soul Power.

Fifteen levels of Soul Power were rare even in the entire academy, placing one among the more outstanding sixth-grade students. Yet Yan looked no older than seven, meaning he was either a first-year or second-year student. Naturally, that left many people at a loss.

Having easily dealt with one opponent, Yan naturally squeezed farther toward the center of the chaos. Someone blocked his way ahead, and without bothering to say anything, he simply kicked him.

"Kid, I didn't provoke you—Bang..."

The other student had only just reacted when Yan's kick came flying over. Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked back several steps.

"You bastard, you're courting death."

After barely steadying himself, the student immediately flew into a rage. As he roared, glowing patterns intertwined across his body. With his Martial Soul possessed, tiger stripes covered his body, and both hands transformed into tiger claws.

"War Tiger Martial Soul. So-called king of beasts? To me, it's a joke."

Yan was only briefly taken aback upon seeing the man's Martial Soul, then still chose to meet him head-on. This time, however, flames suddenly flared around his fist, making his punch even more powerful.

"Damn it, a powerful Martial Soul born with elemental abilities."

The moment Yan's opponent saw the flames erupt, he knew he had run into a tough opponent. Unfortunately, Yan's attack had already arrived, and there was nowhere for him to retreat.

With one bounding step, Yan closed the distance between them. His left hand struck first, flames coiling around his palm, while the owner of the War Tiger Martial Soul crossed his arms and raised them to block.

Boom~~~

Both their bodies shuddered, yet neither gained much of an advantage. The one who had managed to block Yan's strike was no ordinary person. After steadying himself, he changed his crossed hands into tiger claws and clamped down, planted his feet firmly, then pulled backward, trying to drag Yan forward and throw him off balance.

Yan remained calm. He forcibly steadied himself as his left hand was pulled forward. His palm had already turned red, and veins bulged across the back of his hand. But in the next instant, flames surged from his palm. A burst of blazing fire shot through the gaps between the tiger claws and rushed straight at the student's face.

A ball of fire rapidly expanded in the student's pupils. Scorching heat washed over him, and he instinctively closed his eyes and turned his head. That gave Yan his chance.

Yan exerted force with his left hand and pulled the student's body forward. His right fist shot out at once, a fierce, explosive rising hammer blow driving straight forward. It slipped past the student's arms and struck him squarely in the chest. Before he could react, searing pain hit him. His hands involuntarily loosened, and he crashed backward, knocking down a whole group of people.

"That kid is troublesome. A lower-grade student actually turned out to be this ruthless."

"Red hair and red eyes... I remember a famous one in first grade."

"No way, first-years are this fierce now? I couldn't take that combo just now either."

Yan defeated opponents one after another. In particular, his recent combination had first used flames to force his opponent's vulnerable point. With their face under attack, most people would react similarly, and then that precise, rapid combo would finish them off. There were probably not many people present who could pull that off.

Everyone was secretly alarmed by Yan's strength, but Yan had no intention of stopping. With calm, steady steps, he walked toward the center of the crowd. As he advanced, he launched a rapid series of palm strikes, slamming one palm into an opponent blocking his path before exerting force a second time and unleashing flames.

His movements followed his intent, his strikes erupted like thunder. The powerful second impact caught opponent after opponent off guard and sent them all flying.

"First-year brat, don't get too arrogant."

Yan was unstoppable as he advanced, and one upper-grade Soul Master after another fell before him. But when he neared the center, he finally met resistance again. A tall, burly figure, like a black bear, blocked his path.

After possessing his Martial Soul, this student stood more than twice Yan's height. His bear paws were even larger than Yan's head. Two soul rings pulsed around him, radiating extraordinary Soul Power fluctuations. Without question, he was a two-ring Soul Grandmaster.

"Black Bear King Lin."

Yan looked at the man before him, who gave him considerable pressure, and a strange glint flashed through his eyes. He had investigated this guy before.

"Kid, since you know who I am, you should know that you won't get past here. You've shown off enough already. Your strength is decent, but this academy is still ours to call the shots. Some things aren't for a kid like you to covet."

Black Bear King Lin crossed his arms over his chest. An astonishingly fierce aura radiated from him as he stared at Yan, trying to make him retreat in the face of difficulty.

"Heh, you call the shots? Who do you think you are?"

Yan would not change his mind because of a few words from someone else. Since they could not see eye to eye, he acted immediately. His left leg pushed off the ground, launching him into the air, while his right leg lashed fiercely toward his opponent.

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