Zhou Yi, You're Expelled!

"Referee."

Huo Yuhao's clear voice broke the almost frozen silence in the Soul Fighting Arena.

He slightly turned his head, his gaze passing over the sword that remained motionless against Zhou Yi's throat, and landing on Wang Xing's petrified figure on the sidelines.

"Shouldn't we announce the results now?"

Wang Xing suddenly jolted awake.

"Ah!"

He let out a short, sharp sound in his throat before he came to his senses.

Then he took a deep breath and almost shouted, "Huo... Huo Yuhao wins!"

"Whoa!!!"

The silence that had lasted for dozens of breaths, as if gripped by an invisible hand, finally shattered completely at this moment.

The dozens of students in Freshman Class One, despite not knowing each other well, began discussing the brief battle that had just taken place; they hadn't understood it at all.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the first row of the audience, there was a figure who never joined the noisy discussion.

Wang Dong sat quietly, his pinkish-blue eyes fixed on the white-clad figure in the Soul Fighting Arena who was slowly sheathing his sword.

His expression was calm, but the knuckles of his fingers, gripping his sleeve, had turned bluish-white.

So that's how it is.

He finally understood how he had lost last night!

A moment later, Zhou Yi finally regained control of her body from the excruciating pain and dizziness.

She slowly lowered her hands, which were tightly clutching her head. Her temples were still throbbing, as if something was repeatedly striking her skull inside.

Almost instinctively, she raised her hand and touched her neck.

Then, looking down, I saw a glaring crimson stain on my fingertips.

Zhou Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

That sword strike just now, seemingly a mere touch, actually pierced through her Dragon Scale Protection with the tip of Huo Yuhao's sword.

If the longsword had been pushed forward just half an inch... it would have pierced her throat and taken her life!

We lost.

She actually... lost.

To lose so decisively to an eleven-year-old freshman.

Zhou Yi's body began to tremble, starting from her fingertips, spreading up her arms to her shoulder blades, and finally her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

This was completely different from what she had expected!

He originally intended to defeat Huo Yuhao to make him obey, so as to establish his authority in the class.

Now she's lost, everything is over.

Her face contorted into a grimace as she stared at Huo Yuhao, who remained calm across from her, her eyes seeming capable of killing.

But she wasn't angry, because he couldn't even beat Huo Yuhao, a freshman.

Huo Yuhao didn't look at her; his gaze passed over Zhou Yi's stiff shoulders and landed on the top of the Soul Fighting Arena.

There, in the shadows at the edge of the stands, three figures had appeared unnoticed.

At that moment, he looked up and shouted, "Dean, please change my class!"

The incessant buzzing of discussion in the audience abruptly ceased.

All eyes followed Huo Yuhao's gaze, and there stood Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department.

Yan Shaozhe looked at the boy who had turned the Outer Court upside down on his first day of school and spoke.

"You don't need to change classes."

Yan Shaozhe shifted his gaze from Huo Yuhao's face to Zhou Yi, who was still standing frozen in the room.

"Zhou Yi."

"As the homeroom teacher, you do not strive to improve your teaching, nor do you take it upon yourself to impart knowledge and skills."

"They use cruel methods to maliciously eliminate trainees, humiliate the weak, and suppress dissent."

"Today, for his own selfish gain, he disregarded his status and openly attacked the students."

His voice suddenly turned cold. "Such behavior disqualifies one from being a teacher."

Zhou Yi's face turned deathly pale in that instant.

Her lips trembled violently, and the fierce glint in their eyes just moments before was now replaced by blankness.

She has been teaching for over a decade, nurturing countless outstanding students and making significant contributions to the Martial Soul Department.

How could she possibly be...?

Yan Shaozhe didn't look at her again. "Now I'm informing you as the Dean of the Martial Soul Department at the Shrek Academy!"

"You... you're fired."

Zhou Yi was the only one who ever fired anyone.

She never imagined that one day the word "expulsion" would be used on her.

Zhou Yi's face drained of all color in that instant, then flushed with a sickly redness due to extreme anger and humiliation.

She abruptly raised her head, staring intently at Yan Shaozhe. Her eyes held no reverence for the dean, only a near-manic glint of rage. "What right do you have to expel me?!"

Yan Shaozhe simply looked at her and said calmly, "Because I'm the dean of the Martial Soul Department."

"Just look at all the mistakes you've made in your more than ten years of coaching!"

He lowered his eyes, looking at the face contorted with anger. "Is this enough?"

"You..."

Zhou Yi wanted to argue, but looking at the different expressions on the faces of the other students, most of them were mockery and disdain.

She couldn't stand the way everyone was pointing fingers at her, and now she had only one thought in her mind: to leave this place as soon as possible.

"Hmph!" she forced out through clenched teeth, "This matter... is not over!"

Without looking at anyone, she turned around abruptly, her steps quick, as if she were fleeing.

The moment she disappeared at the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena...

"Whoosh!"

In the audience, the students of Freshman Class One, who had been suppressing their emotions for a long time, finally found an outlet and burst into enthusiastic cheers.

After all, nobody wants their homeroom teacher to be an old hag who constantly says things like "You're all trash."

Yan Shaozhe glanced at the students in Class One, and finally his gaze settled on Huo Yuhao.

"The college will assign you a new class teacher afterward. You may dismiss today. Classes will resume as normal tomorrow!"

Huo Yuhao met that gaze and nodded slightly.

Regardless of whether this dean has any of Shrek's flaws, he's at least been kind to me, even if it's just because of the talent he's shown.

Huo Yuhao calmly left the Soul Fighting Arena, and the students in the audience also dispersed.

Many students are now very curious about Huo Yuhao and even admire him, but because of his strength, none of them dare to go up and bother him.

Wang Dong stood at the edge of the crowd, blinking his pinkish-blue eyes.

He watched the white figure gradually disappear into the distance, then glanced at the group of classmates beside him who only dared to watch from afar and not dare to approach, and suddenly let out a soft hum.

Then he strode off, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and quickly followed.

Two people dressed in white walked side by side.

Wang Dong turned his head and secretly glanced at Huo Yuhao's calm profile.

Sunlight fell on his brows and eyes, coating them with a warm, golden hue, and Wang Dong suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

He quickly looked away, cleared his throat, and said in a deliberately casual tone, "Hey."

"All the classmates should thank you, otherwise this semester would have been very difficult."

Huo Yuhao knew that Wang Dong was referring to the matter of changing the homeroom teacher, and he simply shook his head slightly.

"She is neither a qualified homeroom teacher nor a qualified teacher."

"Hopefully, tomorrow's new homeroom teacher will be better."

Noticing the gentleness emanating from Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong smiled and said, "People like Zhou Yi must be a minority."

Then, he blinked his pinkish-blue eyes and couldn't help but ask, "By the way!"

His voice was lowered slightly, tinged with a cautious probing. "How exactly did you cultivate? How... so quickly?"

At eleven years old, Four-Ring Soul Ancestor with Soul Ring Configuration, he directly overwhelmed Soul Emperor.

This goes beyond the realm of explanation that can be given by "genius."

Huo Yuhao stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked into Wang Dong's expectant pink-blue eyes.

Then he smiled.

"That's a secret."

His voice was very soft, like a feather falling on a still lake.

Wang Dong was stunned. He turned his face away, a faint blush creeping up his ears. "Fine, I won't tell you then. Who cares?"

His voice was muffled, with a hint of feigned annoyance.

But he followed closely behind, step by step.

The two walked side by side, casting almost overlapping shadows along the long tree-lined path of the Shrek Academy.