The next day.
Shrek Academy, training grounds.
Han Yuchen stood in the center of the field. Three meters across from him stood Leng Yuebai, her white dress fluttering.
Around them, Shrek's teachers and students formed a circle, watching like they were at a zoo.
Dai Mubai had a cigar clenched between his teeth, his face full of amusement.
Tang San and Xiao Wu whispered to each other.
Dean Flender and Master stood at the very front, their expressions grave.
This was a public execution.
That woman had said she would guide him privately yesterday, yet today the entire academy had come to watch.
My social anxiety is acting up, hey!
Leng Yuebai was expressionless. She did not even assume an opening stance.
She simply stood there like an ice sculpture.
"You first."
Her voice was as cold as ever, without a single extra word.
Fine, you said it.
Han Yuchen did not stand on ceremony either.
They were all acquaintances. There were no outsiders here.
Time to show off.
He raised his Soul Power, and two Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.
Two black—
No, black?
A small gasp rose from the crowd.
The corner of Leng Yuebai's mouth twitched. She might be cold, but she was not stupid. That Soul Ring configuration was absurd.
A sharp glint flashed across Master's lenses.
Han Yuchen ignored them.
Second Soul Skill, Earth Dragon Armor!
Crack, crack, crack!
Lava-colored scales instantly covered his entire body, releasing a heavy, domineering aura.
Looks pretty cool, though it costs a bit too much mana.
"Not bad defense."
Leng Yuebai finally said three more words.
Then, she moved.
No, it seemed like she had not moved at all.
Han Yuchen only saw a blur before a white figure was already in his face.
So fast!
His pupils