Max-Level Expert Slaughters the Novice Village

The Freshman Assessment knockout tournament, round of thirty-two to sixteen, was buzzing with an extraordinary atmosphere.

Inside the entrance tunnel, Zhou Yi wore her signature aged face, twisted into a bone-chilling sneer.

She crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over the three people in front of her before finally settling on Huo Yuhao.

"Listen up, your opponents this round are the seeded team from Class Nine. I made a bet with that old woman Mu Jin, the homeroom teacher of Class Nine, and the wager is a spirit bone."

Zhou Yi's voice was soft, yet it carried a chill that cut to the bone, "If I lose face and end up losing to that woman... you should know exactly what the consequences will be."

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao both shivered, their minds instantly flooded with memories of being dominated by iron-clad training at the start of the semester, their faces turning deathly pale.

Only Huo Yuhao remained calm and composed, even finding the time to straighten his collar.

It was a joke; he had just returned from the Extreme North, a forbidden zone for humanity! What had he faced there? The four-hundred-thousand-year Ice Jade Empress Scorpion and the seven-hundred-thousand-year Heavenly Snow Woman!

And now they wanted him to participate in a freshman assessment where a bunch of one or two-ring spirit master rookies were pecking at each other?

It felt like a max-level player in god-tier gear suddenly returning to the starter village to fight slimes.

Pressure? It didn't exist. He just wanted to finish this quickly and be done with it.

"Let's go." Huo Yuhao waved his hand and took the lead, walking out of the tunnel.

On the competition stage, the seeded team from Class Nine was already waiting in formation.

There were three girls, each with their own distinct beauty.

The leader possessed a noble temperament; it was Ning Tian, wielder of the continent's number one support spirit—the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Beside her stood the fiery and arrogant Wu Feng, and the agile Nanmen Yun'er.

Seeing Huo Yuhao and his team step onto the stage, Wu Feng took a step forward, lifted her chin, and shouted with immense pride: "Class Nine, Wu Feng, twenty-fifth-level power attack system battle spirit master!"

Nanmen Yun'er followed closely: "Class Nine, Nanmen Yun'er, twenty-fourth-level agility attack system battle spirit master."

Finally, Ning Tian spoke calmly, her voice soft yet filled with confidence: "Class Nine, Ning Tian, thirty-first-level support system tool spirit elder."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

A spirit elder had actually appeared in the freshman assessment! And a Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit elder at that! In any previous year, this would have been a lineup guaranteed to win the championship.

Wu Feng looked at the three silent figures opposite her, a sneer curling her lips: "What? Scared stiff? Too afraid to even report your levels?"

Huo Yuhao stopped Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao, who were about to step forward, and said, "Leave this match to me, you two rest."

After saying this, he walked slowly toward the center of the spirit fighting arena alone.

Looking at the three arrogant figures across from him, Huo Yuhao's lips curled slightly, and within his pale golden eyes, golden flames suddenly ignited.

"Class One, Huo Yuhao, thirty-first-level control system battle spirit elder."

Before his voice had even faded, light flickered beneath Huo Yuhao's feet.

The first to rise was a deep, profound purple spirit ring.

A thousand-year ring! His first spirit ring was a thousand-year ring!

The entire arena fell into instant silence.

However, the shock had only just begun.

Immediately following, the second and third spirit rings rose in succession. That ink-black luster and that deep, terrifying pressure instantly swept across the entire arena!

One purple, two black!

Three spirit rings pulsed quietly beneath Huo Yuhao's feet, and that terrifying aura felt like an invisible hand, instantly gripping the throats of everyone present.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Wu Feng's originally arrogant expression froze instantly, replaced by extreme terror and disbelief.

A thousand-year first spirit ring? Ten-thousand-year second and third spirit rings?

This didn't conform to the common sense of the spirit master world at all! Even in the ten-thousand-year history of Shrek Academy, such a heaven-defying monster had never appeared!

Wang Dong's one-yellow, one-purple ring configuration had already been scary enough, allowing her and Xiao Xiao to fight two-against-three and reach the round of thirty-two.

But Huo Yuhao right now was simply not human!

Even the referee teacher rubbed his eyes, wondering if he hadn't slept well last night and was hallucinating.

Huo Yuhao ignored the horrified gazes around him. He looked at the pale-faced Ning Tian and her team and said calmly, "Come on, don't waste time."

"Playing tricks!" Wu Feng gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, "This must be an illusion! How could anyone have this kind of spirit ring configuration? Don't be fooled by him, everyone attack together, let's take him down first!"

Ning Tian's eyes also narrowed, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand shone brilliantly: "The Seven Treasures has a name, the first is: Power! The second is: Speed! The third is: Spirit!"

With the amplification of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Wu Feng's courage surged. Her left side instantly dragonized, and she charged toward Huo Yuhao like a cannonball, wreathed in scorching dragon flames.

Nanmen Yun'er spread a pair of slender wings behind her, turning into a streak of emerald light as she flanked from the side.

Facing their pincer attack, Huo Yuhao stood in place, not moving an inch.

Almost at the exact moment Wu Feng's dragon claw was about to touch the tip of his nose.

Golden light erupted in Huo Yuhao's eyes, and he spoke two words, like the decree of a god:

"Silence!"

Hum--!

An invisible shockwave of mental energy exploded instantly, centered on Huo Yuhao!

This was Soul Shock, one of the four soul skills bestowed by the million-year soul ring of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, also known as Silence! It could force opponents into a state of brief terror and paralysis, or even interrupt spellcasting.

Of course, this only applied to soul masters whose mental power was weaker than Huo Yuhao's.

After his journey to the Extreme North, Huo Yuhao's mental power was already comparable to that of a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse.

Wu Feng, who was charging at the front, felt as if her brain had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. Her mind went blank in an instant, her body stiffened, and the soul skill she had been preparing was forcibly interrupted, leaving her "frozen" in place like a puppet with cut strings.

Nanmen Yun'er fared even worse; her eyes rolled back, and while her body continued to lunge forward due to momentum, her consciousness had already blacked out.

Even Ning Tian, who was positioned at the rear, saw the light of her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda dim instantly, and she let out a muffled groan, stunned in place.

The next second, Huo Yuhao moved.

There were no flashy movements, just a simple, unadorned straight punch.

"Bang!"

One punch slammed into Wu Feng's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

With a backhand, he slapped away the charging Nanmen Yun'er.

"Bang!"

Finally, his figure flickered, appearing before Ning Tian with a palm strike.

It was practically one punch per child.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, taking less than three seconds.

By the time the audience regained their senses, the pride of Class Nine—the seed team consisting of three talented girls—was already lying neatly beneath the arena.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Was this even a match? This was nothing short of a dimensional strike!

"This... this completely breaks the balance!"

"Cheating! This is absolutely cheating! How could a freshman possess this kind of strength?!"

"Those one purple and two black soul rings... could they be real? If they were fake, how could he instantly kill a team of Soul Elders?"

In the spectator stands, the Class Nine homeroom teacher, Mu Jin, looked ashen, her body swaying unsteadily.

She stared at the boy on the stage who looked like a demon god, her heart filled with despair.

Her students, whom she took such pride in and had carefully cultivated as her trump cards, couldn't even withstand a single move from him?

Not far away, Zhou Yi watched Mu Jin's defeated expression with a mocking curl of her lips. Although she didn't speak, her eyes clearly said: This is the monster I raised; what do you have to fight me with?