Teacher-Student Showdown?

If any other student dared to contradict her in front of the whole class on the first day of school, Zhou Yi would have expelled them without hesitation.

This is a method that has worked for her many years; it's direct and efficient.

However, she couldn't bear to part with Huo Yuhao, such a peerless genius.

What she wants most right now is to turn Huo Yuhao into her "image".

If Huo Yuhao becomes a good student who listens to her, then perhaps she can cultivate a future Sea God Pavilion.

Thinking about this made her a little excited, and her anger towards Huo Yuhao lessened somewhat.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and suppressed the surging anger.

She scoffed, "Achieving something at a young age isn't always a good thing."

"Today, I will teach you what it means to... respect your teacher and value the Way."

She paused, a very faint smile curving her lips, "Since you're so confident in your strength, daring to challenge me..."

"Then... would you dare to come with me to the Soul Fighting Arena?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Zhou Yi is... going to personally suppress a new student as the Soul Emperor?!

Meeting that scrutinizing gaze, Huo Yuhao calmly replied, "What is there to be afraid of?"

Zhou Yi's eyelids twitched slightly, but she didn't say another word.

Her gaze shifted from Huo Yuhao's face and slowly swept across the dozens of faces with varying expressions in the classroom.

Shocked, excited, terrified, bewildered.

"Everyone..."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Come with me."

With that, she turned around, her gray robe billowing in the air in a sharp arc, and strode towards the door.

The silence in the classroom lasted less than three seconds.

Immediately, dozens of freshmen stood up almost simultaneously, rushed to the door, and followed Zhou Yi's footsteps. The group marched in a grand procession toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

The instructor on duty at Arena 23 in the Soul Fighting District Soul Fighting Arena surnamed Wang, and his given name is Xing.

I was quite surprised that a group of freshmen had come to the Soul Fighting District on the very first day of school.

Then, standing in front of the group of boys and girls in brand-new white school uniforms, he saw Zhou Yi's harsh face, which seemed to say "keep away," and suddenly felt relieved.

This teacher is indeed capable of anything.

He was about to ask the routine question, "Is Teacher Zhou bringing students here for practical training today?" when he saw Zhou Yi not even sparing him a glance, and walk straight into the Soul Fighting Arena.

Behind her... a young man followed at a leisurely pace.

Finally, the man and woman, one big and one small, one master and one student, appeared in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Wang Xing glanced at Zhou Yi, then at the young man, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two.

Finally, he confirmed an unbelievable fact: Zhou Yi, the Six-Ring Soul Emperor, was actually going to personally take to the field on the first day of school... to fight against a freshman.

Wang Xing couldn't help but frown, feeling that he should report this information to the academy.

He was also worried that Zhou Yi might go crazy and cause injuries or deaths among the trainees, which would be terrible.

Soul Fighting Arena, two figures stood facing each other.

In the audience, dozens of Freshman Class One had already taken their seats on their own. No one spoke, and they even hushed themselves, afraid of missing any sound from the audience.

Zhou Yi spoke up, "Your courage to step into this Soul Fighting Arena and stand opposite me is commendable."

"If you lose this battle, from this day forward, everything you have at the academy..."

"If I say one, you can't say two; if I tell you to go east, you can't go west."

"How?"

Huo Yuhao listened quietly, his face calm, but a cold laugh escaped his lips inwardly.

"Good."

Huo Yuhao's voice was low, and he readily agreed.

But the next second, his voice rang out again. "However..."

He paused, looking directly at Zhou Yi: "If the teacher loses, please take back what you said in the classroom today."

"Also."

"After this battle, I will apply to be transferred to another class and will not continue studying as your student."

If Huo Yuhao wanted to change classes, he could have done it by simply telling Du Weilun.

The reason he decided to fight this match was actually to show his attitude.

He wanted to show Shrek Academy that he wasn't the kind of obedient student they could just do as they pleased; he had his own thoughts and consciousness.

Zhou Yi frowned upon hearing this, but then nodded. "Then it's settled!"

She stopped looking at Huo Yuhao, abruptly turned her head, and shouted, "Wang Xing, we can begin."

Looking at Zhou Yi in the arena, Wang Xing finally couldn't hold back. "Teacher Zhou! You are a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, and on the first day of school you have to fight against first-year students in the Soul Fighting Arena."

He paused, his gaze falling on Zhou Yi's unmoving old face. "This... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Zhou Yi didn't even lift her eyelids. "My affairs are none of your business."

Wang Xing's breath hitched, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart almost instinctively.

You don't recognize a kind heart!

He cursed inwardly, his facial muscles twitching slightly, but ultimately he didn't say aloud, "You'll get what's coming to you because of this temper of yours sooner or later."

He had worked with Zhou Yi for several years and knew her personality all too well.

You can say one thing to her, and she'll remember it for ten years.

He stopped looking at Zhou Yi and shouted, "Begin!"

The words had barely left his mouth...

Beneath Zhou Yi's feet, six Soul Ring— two yellow, two purple, and two black—burst forth with a deafening roar!

At the same time, her figure suddenly grew taller, and her originally hunched back straightened abruptly.

Layers of fine, dark red scales emerged from beneath her skin and covered it.

Flames began to rise around Zhou Yi.

That wasn't just ordinary overflow of Soul Power; it was a nearly tangible scorching wave bursting forth from the gaps between every scale.

The air was scorched and distorted; within a radius of several meters centered on her, waves of heat rolled in, and even the light trembled.

Her eyes reflected the image of the boy opposite her.

There was no contempt, no arrogance, not even the harshness and disdain that she usually wore on her face.

There was only a solemn and deep sense of gravity.

After all, Huo Yuhao's Soul Power was only lower than hers, but he still had two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Therefore, in her mind, Huo Yuhao's Soul Skill power should not be weaker than that of Soul Emperor, only lacking in "endurance".

Huo Yuhao recognized it at a glance; it was the Red Dragon Martial Soul.

Fire attribute, a pure-blooded Dragon Clan branch, with extremely strong attack and defense.

He could easily use the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion Martial Soul to suppress the opponent's attributes with Ultimate Ice, and winning shouldn't be difficult.

However, he lowered his eyes.

What rose beneath our feet was not that crimson hue.

Instead, it had two purple and two black Soul Ring, four in total, as deep and still as an abyss.

He was still using the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul.

Upon seeing this, referee Wang Xing's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoint size.

Two... two purple and two black?!

Soul Ancestor?!

Is this a first-year student?!

He has been in the industry for twelve years and has seen countless geniuses in the Soul Fighting Arena — Inner Court students, Outer Court students, and outstanding alumni returning from graduation...

But he could say that all those so-called geniuses paled in comparison to Huo Yuhao at this moment!

With the posture of a four-ringed figure, it directly confronted the Soul Emperor's aura without retreating an inch.

Wang Xing's heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and his blood was surging like boiling water.

It was excitement, anticipation, and a kind of schadenfreude that was best left unsaid to outsiders.

He slowly loosened his clenched hands and stood up straight again without making a sound.

But the way he looked at the field was completely different now.

He wasn't looking at Zhou Yi; he was looking at Huo Yuhao.

Beat.

Beat them hard.

The best course of action is to pin that old hag to the ground and beat her.

Wang Xing silently recited the mantra in his heart, his face expressionless, as if he were performing some kind of sacred prayer.