The Strongest Freshman Duo in History

The Strongest Freshman Lineup in History

As the sun set, the lakeside of Shrek Academy was bathed in a golden-red glow.

The air was filled with the charred, savory aroma of cumin and grease as Huo Yuhao skillfully flipped the grilled fish in his hands, the golden skin sizzling.

As a celebration for winning the freshman assessment, this grilled fish feast was incomplete without cumin.

"Class monitor, your skills are truly incredible!" Xiao Xiao held the grilled fish in both hands, taking small, dainty bites.

Wang Dong was also eating with great relish. Just as she was about to offer a compliment, her nose twitched: "Someone is coming."

Not far away, a man and a woman followed the scent toward them. It was exactly Bei Bei and Tang Ya.

"It smells so good!" Tang Ya's eyes lit up as she hurried over.

However, upon seeing Huo Yuhao's face, both Bei Bei and Tang Ya froze for a moment.

They naturally remembered this youth they had met once on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

It was just that Huo Yuhao's strength had been negligible at the time, so they hadn't paid him much mind, and there had even been some friction between them.

Who could have imagined that the unremarkable youth from three months ago would turn out to be the freshman assessment champion who was now causing a sensation throughout the academy!

"Oh, it's senior brother Bei Bei and senior sister Tang Ya." Wang Dong, unaware of the previous conflict, greeted them warmly: "Sit down and eat with us. Let me introduce you—this is our class monitor, Huo Yuhao, and this is Xiao Xiao."

Afterward, Wang Dong introduced the two to Huo Yuhao and Xiao Xiao—the sect master of the Tang Sect and her founding senior disciple.

After a few grilled fish were consumed, the atmosphere eased slightly. Wang Dong wiped her mouth and brought up the old topic: "Teacher Tang Ya, we had an agreement. As long as I won the championship, you would let me join the Tang Sect. Now, I've done it."

Tang Ya set down her grilled fish, patted her chest, and said, "Fine. Now, in my capacity as the Tang Sect master, I permit you to join the Tang Sect."

"That's great!" Wang Dong excitedly pulled at Huo Yuhao and Xiao Xiao, "How about it? Why don't you join the Tang Sect with me?"

Huo Yuhao glanced at her indifferently, his tone flat to the point of coldness: "Join the Tang Sect? Not interested."

"Yuhao!" Wang Dong grew anxious, "Even though the Tang Sect is in decline now, its foundation remains, and besides..."

Huo Yuhao interrupted Wang Dong, patiently asking Tang Ya: "Senior sister Tang Ya, what do you think is the root cause of the Tang Sect's decline?"

Tang Ya was stunned, subconsciously saying: "It's because of the impact of Soul Tools, and... and everyone is unwilling to learn hidden weapons anymore..."

"No." Huo Yuhao shook his head, his voice calm yet piercing: "It is because of arrogance and sticking to outdated ways."

"Hidden weapons? In front of fixed-load soul cannons, so-called Tang Sect hidden weapons are nothing but a joke. The times have changed, senior sister. Soul Tools are the mainstream of the future, yet the Tang Sect clings to the glory of ten thousand years ago, refusing to let go. Being eliminated by history is the inevitable outcome."

"Huo Yuhao, you..." Tang Ya's face turned pale, and she stumbled back a step. She hadn't expected Huo Yuhao to speak so decisively.

"Besides, I don't like being constrained." Huo Yuhao's tone was detached, "The so-called revival of the Tang Sect is merely forcing life into a rotting corpse. Instead of struggling within that decaying framework, it is better to tear it down and start over."

Having said this, Huo Yuhao lowered his head, looked into Tang Ya's shocked eyes, and said word by word:

"Senior sister Tang Ya, take my advice: the Tang Sect no longer has any reason to exist."

Seeing Tang Ya's pale complexion, Wang Dong couldn't bear it and tugged at Huo Yuhao's arm, signaling him to stop.

To everyone's surprise, Huo Yuhao changed his tune: "Unless you let me be the sect master."

The air instantly froze.

Bei Bei frowned, and Tang Ya's expression shifted, as she said sternly: "That is impossible. According to the Tang Sect's ancestral teachings, the sect master must be a Blue Silver Grass soul master. Because the Tang Sect's ancestor, Tang San, was a Blue Silver Grass soul master. This is our faith."

"Faith?" Huo Yuhao scoffed, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, "Tang Ya, what you call faith is nothing but a massive lie. Do you really think you can cultivate to become a god by relying on the trash martial soul, Blue Silver Grass?"

"What do you mean by that?" Tang Ya glared at him.

"Tang San's martial soul was never Blue Silver Grass; it was the Blue Silver Emperor! The emperor among plant-type soul beasts!"

Huo Yuhao ruthlessly tore away the veil, his eyes as sharp as blades, "He relied on top-tier bloodline talent to become a god, yet he set a rule for future generations of ordinary Blue Silver Grass soul masters to guard an empty shell. This is why the Tang Sect has declined—because you have walked down this wrong path to the end! It is simply misleading your disciples!"

These words exploded in Tang Ya's ears like a thunderclap.

Her face was deathly pale, and her body swayed unsteadily.

She wanted to refute him, but she found that Huo Yuhao's logic was airtight, striking directly at the core of her pain.

After a long silence, Tang Ya gritted her teeth, a flash of determination in her eyes: "If you can truly lead the Tang Sect to revival... I can abdicate and yield the position. Your talent is indeed far superior to mine, a sect master who only holds everyone back."

Bei Bei looked at Tang Ya in surprise and was about to dissuade her, but Tang Ya stopped him.

"Good." Huo Yuhao set down the grilled fish, stood up, and clapped his hands, "Since I am now the Tang Sect master, I shall issue my first sect master order."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for his grand declaration.

Huo Yuhao scanned the crowd and coldly spat out four words: "The Tang Sect is disbanded."

"What?!" Tang Ya and Bei Bei exclaimed simultaneously, unable to believe their ears.

"The times have changed." Huo Yuhao stood with his hands behind his back, looking straight into Tang Ya's eyes, "Things like hidden weapons are nothing but scrap metal in the face of Soul Tools. Clinging to a pile of obsolete trash to survive is meaningless. Soul Tools are the future; the Tang Sect is already the dust of history."

"You... you bastard!" Tang Ya was trembling with rage, tears streaming down her face.

She hadn't expected that the huge concession she had made would be met with such humiliation.

"We walk different paths; there is no point in talking." Bei Bei's face was livid as he pulled Tang Ya up, "Xiao Ya, let's go!"

The two left in anger, their backs appearing exceptionally desolate.

...Meanwhile, in the God Realm.

Inside the mist-shrouded Sea God Hall, a man dressed in blue robes gazed through the clouds, looking down at the scene unfolding on the Douluo Continent. He was none other than the ancestor of the Tang Sect, the Seagod Tang San.

Originally, seeing that Huo Yuhao possessed extraordinary talent and was blessed by destiny, he had long since regarded him as a pawn to revive the Tang Sect, or perhaps even as his own successor.

He had even prepared a series of "trials," ready to bestow them upon this "lucky" boy.

However, when Huo Yuhao uttered the words, "The Tang Sect should have disbanded long ago," Tang San's aloof expression—the look of one who stood high above and controlled everything—instantly collapsed!

"Insolent—!"

A roar echoed throughout the Sea God Hall, and a terrifying divine might erupted, shattering the surrounding clouds into pieces. Tang San's face twisted, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and the Seagod Trident in his hand hummed violently.

"Arrogant brat! How dare you insult my Tang Sect! How dare you call my Tang Sect a rotting corpse?!"

"A path to death! This Huo Yuhao has chosen a path to death!!"

Tang San could never have imagined that the pawn he had chosen, whom he believed had changed his mind and intended to rebuild the glory of the Tang Sect, would do this.

Instead, he had trampled the Tang Sect's plaque under his feet and even demanded its dissolution!

This was nothing short of a slap to the face of a God King!

He wished he could strike down a bolt of divine lightning to kill Huo Yuhao instantly.