Shock, Terror, Disbelief

No wonder they were so excited.

Xu Yuan had indeed won the previous match, proving that this Innate Full Soul Power genius truly had some skill.

But the one on the field now was Yan!

And with his earlier victory, the weight of Xu Yuan's genius naturally became even greater. Watching such a genius get brutally beaten and effortlessly crushed—how could that not excite them?

As for the possibility of Yan losing, they had never even considered it.

How could that be possible!

Even a three-ring Soul Elder had not been his match. What could Xu Yuan, a one-ring Soul Master, do with four other one-ring pieces of trash?

It was not that they looked down on those people.

In their eyes, let alone five people, even if another five were added, they still would not be Yan's match.

Trash Ju Zi was still trash Ju Zi.

The practical combat class did not prohibit someone from taking the field twice, so when Lor Diarra saw Xu Yuan step onto the stage again, he was only briefly surprised before returning to his previous composure.

He did not think Xu Yuan would be Yan's opponent either.

If their levels were not too far apart, it might have been worth watching. But they were separated by more than ten levels and an entire major realm. The outcome had long been decided.

Still, in Lor Diarra's view, suffering a little was not a bad thing.

Unpolished jade could not become a fine vessel.

Only after undergoing every kind of grinding and polishing could Xu Yuan truly become a fine piece of jade, and Yan was the first whetstone on Xu Yuan's path to becoming one.

Therefore, Lor Diarra did not step in to stop them.

The two sides bowed and released their Martial Souls.

Just as the match was about to begin, Yan turned his gaze toward Xu Yuan at the front of the opposing side.

"I heard you live in Dormitory 404?"

Dormitory 404.

It was the room Xu Yuan shared with Hu Liena, though even now, Xu Yuan still did not know Hu Liena's name.

Hearing the red-haired delinquent across from him bring it up, he could not help raising his eyes to look at him.

"What about it?"

A Soul Fighting match was a Soul Fighting match. Why was he asking where Xu Yuan lived?

Xu Yuan became somewhat wary. Could this guy be planning to wait outside his dormitory, catch him off guard, throw a sack over him, and beat him senseless?

Yan—Xu Yuan knew him. One of the three great simp gods of Douluo Continent.

But Xu Yuan did not remember offending him.

A cool, snow-white figure flashed through his mind, and Xu Yuan suddenly put the pieces together a little too late.

So the woman living with him was Hu Liena?

Just as expected.

The red-haired Yan across from him coolly extended one finger. "I'll give you one chance. Move out of Dormitory 404 before today ends, and we can all live in peace. Otherwise, bear the consequences yourself!"

"..."

Xu Yuan was utterly speechless. Was there something wrong with everyone here?

Bibi Dong was like this, Hu Liena was like this, and so was Yan in front of him.

After what happened last night, Xu Yuan had originally wanted to speak with Yue Guan and ask for a new dormitory. He and that woman simply could not get along.

But the moment Yan said that, Xu Yuan immediately changed his mind.

He did not have many flaws. The main one was that rebellion had grown a face on him. If Yan told him to move, was he supposed to just move? Did he not have any pride?

"What if I don't?"

Yan's cool face instantly darkened. He nodded heavily. "You'll find out soon enough."

After just a few sentences, the atmosphere on the stage instantly became tense and hostile.

The Class Six students behind Xu Yuan were already regretting it. Why had they acted so impulsively just now?

Their opponent was Yan!

No matter how talented Xu Yuan was, he was still only a level-twelve Soul Master.

Regret. Deep regret.

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. They could only pray that Xu Yuan would last a little longer.

That way, by the time Yan had used up most of his Soul Power, he would go much easier on them.

Just then.

Lor Diarra's raised arm suddenly dropped. With a calm "Begin," the atmosphere instantly ignited.

Almost the instant his words fell, the Spirit Rings on Yan's body lit up.

His Martial Soul was the Flame Lord. After Martial Soul Possession, his entire body became like a molten lava monster.

The air seemed to fill with the smell of sulfur, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

With a swish.

He charged toward Xu Yuan, who stood more than ten meters away, carrying heat so intense that it distorted the air.

Fire blazed fiercely in his dark-red eyes.

Compared to him, Xu Yuan's side was much calmer.

The Martial Soul Elemental Canon floated motionlessly before his chest. His left hand rested behind his back, while his right hand formed a fist toward the rapidly approaching Yan. His index finger rested against his thumb, with a Silver Soul Coin lying quietly between them.

The Spirit Ring circling his body flashed.

Ding~!

With a clear chime, the Silver Soul Coin spun upward. Countless bolts of silver-white lightning spread outward from Xu Yuan like clawing beasts.

The next moment.

The Silver Soul Coin fell. As the lightning contracted and burst outward, a silver-white beam erupted from Xu Yuan's fingertips with a pop.

It pierced through the shoulder of the charging Yan, then shot diagonally toward the dome of the Soul Fighting Arena, passing through it without the slightest resistance.

It became a silver meteor and vanished into the sky.

—Railgun!

On the stage.

Yan's charging body suddenly stiffened. His dark-red eyes widened, filled with thirty percent shock, thirty percent confusion, and forty percent disbelief.

He staggered two steps forward.

Then, with a thud, he crashed to the ground.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out from beneath his body, quickly gathering into a small pool.

Yan was not dead.

Xu Yuan had deliberately avoided his vital points when attacking, but if he was not treated in time, he might lose the entire left side of his body.

A Railgun traveling at three times the speed of sound—let alone Yan, a Soul Grandmaster. On the Douluo Continent, where Tang San's Buddha Fury Tang Lotus could kill groups of Soul Saints and Soul Douluos, Xu Yuan felt that as long as he was fast enough and skilled enough, even a Title Douluo was not impossible to fight.

Of course, that was only if he could track a Title Douluo's movements.

Silence!

The scene was deathly quiet!

Other than the two healing-type Soul Emperors whose expressions changed dramatically as they rushed to Yan's side, everyone else stared at the expanding rings of sonic booms on the stage and at the fluttering corner of Xu Yuan's clothes.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and their jaws practically wanted to hit the floor.

Th... how was this possible!

Everyone felt their hair stand on end and chills run down their backs. Their wide eyes were bloodshot and filled with terror.

He one-shotted him!!!

A lucky win? Talent and strength were two different things? One-ring pieces of trash?

Thinking back to what they had said before, their mouths filled with bitterness.

At the same time.

Their terror grew even stronger.

If that overwhelming attack had struck Yan's chest or head instead of his shoulder, Yan would probably already be dead.

A level-twelve, one-ring Soul Master had one-shotted a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster capable of fighting a Soul Elder across levels...

That absurdity, that feeling of seeing a ghost in broad daylight—it was beyond words.

No one could accept it.

That included Class Six's homeroom teacher, Lor Diarra.

If a one-ring Soul Master could slaughter a two-ring Soul Grandmaster or even a three-ring Soul Elder, what was the point of all their years of painstaking cultivation?

Xu Yuan, however, remained very calm.

This world had never been fair. Some people were born to be beasts of burden, while others were born in Rome.

As it happened, he was fortunate enough to be the latter.