Yan Shaozhe: Enough, Zhou Yi. I'm the Dean!

"Playtime is over."

Before his words had even faded, his figure vanished.

Bang!

A ring of air burst from the ground.

Freed from the restraint of several hundred pounds of weight, Huo Yuhao's speed was astonishing.

Zhou Yi only saw a blur before a fist was already closing in on her face.

So fast!

She instinctively raised an arm to block.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two instantly clashed in close combat.

Huo Yuhao used Uchiha Style Taijutsu, every strike vicious and aimed straight at vital points.

Elbow strikes, knee blows, spinning kicks—every movement flowed smoothly, without any needless flair.

With the enhancement of Hashirama Cells, his physical strength had already reached the level of a Soul Elder.

The longer Zhou Yi fought, the more alarmed she became.

How is this possible?

This brat's strength and ability to withstand blows have actually reached the Soul Elder level!

And these combat techniques... tricky, precise, predicting all of my movements.

This is absolutely not something an eleven-year-old child should possess!

Even though she had suppressed her cultivation, she still possessed the physical constitution and combat experience of a Soul Emperor.

Yet now, in close-quarters combat, she was actually being suppressed?

In the instant she was distracted, Huo Yuhao swept a fierce whip kick heavily into her body, sending her stumbling back three steps.

Gasp—

The students in the class sucked in a breath of cold air.

Zhou Yi had been forced back?

Zhou Yi steadied herself, her face flushing the color of liver.

In front of so many freshmen, she had been forced back by a one-ring brat. Where was she supposed to put her dignity?

No!

If this continues, my attempt to establish authority will completely fail! How am I supposed to manage this class then?

Humiliation and fury rushed to her head, and the rationality in Zhou Yi's eyes instantly collapsed.

"Brat, get down!"

Boom!

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

She no longer suppressed her cultivation. Soul Power belonging to a six-ring Soul Emperor poured forth without restraint.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings blazed brilliantly.

She had broken her promise and used her full strength.

Feeling that overwhelming pressure, Huo Yuhao did not panic. Instead, a mocking sneer appeared on his face.

Already losing your nerve?

For that pathetic shred of dignity, you're willing to throw away even your face.

A Soul Emperor going all out?

Whatever. There were two Soul Emperors in the Duke Mansion who died by my hand.

Huo Yuhao did not retreat.

He took a deep breath, his consciousness sinking into his Sea of Consciousness.

There, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path sat silently in meditation.

Let me borrow your power for a moment, One-Tail Tian Meng.

Buzz!

A pale blue energy suddenly surged out from Huo Yuhao's body.

It was the special energy formed after the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's million-year spiritual origin had been transformed by the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

Pale blue flames instantly covered his entire body, forming an incomplete and somewhat illusory energy cloak.

The Tailed Beast Cloak is still incomplete?

Still, it's more than enough to deal with you!

Under the enhancement of this power, Huo Yuhao's spiritual power instantly surged, directly breaking through its bottleneck and reaching the level of a high-level Soul Emperor.

His eyes blazed crimson.

Three Tomoe spun madly.

His first soul ring lit up.

Spirit Detection, Spirit Sharing, Spirit Interference, Soul Shock.

Huo Yuhao did not use any of those four basic abilities.

Based on the principles of Spirit Interference and combined with the ocular power of the Sharingan, he had deduced a combat art unique to the Uchiha.

Huo Yuhao stared directly at the charging Zhou Yi.

"Genjutsu: Hell Viewing Technique."

Zhou Yi only felt as though the Tomoe in Huo Yuhao's eyes had become two bottomless whirlpools, instantly sucking in her soul.

In the real world, everything remained the same.

But in Zhou Yi's perception, she had already rushed before Huo Yuhao.

"Wrath of the Red Dragon!"

She struck out with her palm, and her violent Soul Power directly shattered Huo Yuhao's defenses.

"Ugh!"

Huo Yuhao let out a muffled groan as she slammed him to the ground, leaving him unable to move.

Zhou Yi looked down at the Huo Yuhao she had subdued, and the resentment in her heart was finally released.

"Brat, do you understand now?"

She sneered viciously. "Before absolute strength, your arrogance is worthless! Get lost!"

However.

The "Huo Yuhao" pinned firmly beneath her showed no fear. Instead, an eerie smile appeared on his face.

He struggled to raise his right hand, slowly pointing toward the podium.

Zhou Yi was somewhat puzzled and subconsciously followed the direction of his finger.

The moment she looked, her entire body turned cold.

Someone was sitting atop the podium.

It was Huo Yuhao.

He sat lazily on the teacher's desk with one leg crossed over the other, his chin propped on one hand.

That domineering posture made it seem as though he was seated not on a podium, but upon a throne overlooking all living things.

Zhou Yi abruptly turned back.

To her horror, what she had pinned beneath her was not Huo Yuhao at all.

It was clearly an innocent desk!

At that moment, the desk had already been blasted to pieces by her Soul Power.

What's going on?

Just now... I was going crazy at a desk the entire time?

A spiritual-type soul skill?

Genjutsu?

Before she could react, the Huo Yuhao on the podium slowly spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it carried a contempt and arrogance that pierced straight to the bone:

"You want to dance too?"

Boom!

Those words completely shattered the last of Zhou Yi's reason.

Humiliation.

This was naked humiliation!

A dignified Soul Emperor had been toyed with like a monkey by a freshman using Genjutsu!

"Brat! You dare toy with me?!"

Zhou Yi let out a hysterical shriek.

She had completely gone mad.

The phantom of a Red Dragon behind her roared toward the heavens as her fourth soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Die!!"

Her entire body transformed into a burning meteor, charging at Huo Yuhao on the podium with a heaven-destroying momentum and utter disregard for everything else.

This strike was driven by genuine killing intent.

The students in the class screamed in terror.

Huo Yuhao remained seated, not even changing his posture. His Sharingan watched Zhou Yi coldly as she flew toward him like a moth to a flame.

At the instant that deadly attack was about to land.

Buzz—

A gentle yet unbreakable white barrier of light appeared out of nowhere before the podium.

Bang!

Zhou Yi's full-force strike collided with the barrier. Like an egg striking a rock, it instantly crumbled apart.

The immense recoil sent her flying backward, and she crashed to the ground in disgrace.

A middle-aged man in white robes had appeared at the classroom entrance at some point.

He had refined features, but his face was currently covered in frost.

He was Yan Shaozhe, Dean of Shrek Academy's Martial Soul Department.

"Zhou Yi!"

Yan Shaozhe's voice was low, yet it contained a suffocating fury.

"You're a Soul Emperor, yet you actually used your full strength against a freshman? You've truly regressed with age!"

Zhou Yi climbed to her feet, her hair disheveled and her expression crazed.

She pointed at Huo Yuhao, roaring with bloodshot eyes:

"Dean! This brat has no respect for his teachers! He violated the school rules and even openly provoked a teacher!"

"I'm cleansing the academy of filth! A black sheep like him must die!"

"Cleansing the academy of filth?"

Yan Shaozhe laughed in anger.

He had received Du Weilun's report in his office about a once-in-a-century genius with Twin Martial Souls who could control five elements.

He had immediately rushed over.

In Yan Shaozhe's heart, Huo Yuhao's potential with his ultimate attribute was the only hope of suppressing his beloved disciple Ma Xiaotao's Evil Fire.

He was a treasure more valuable than ten Zhou Yis!

Yet the moment he arrived at the door, he saw Zhou Yi trying to kill him?

"Enough, Zhou Yi! I'm the Dean!"

Yan Shaozhe stepped forward, his powerful aura instantly suppressing Zhou Yi where she stood.

"Huo Yuhao's talent is already known to the academy. He is someone the academy will focus on nurturing."

"And you, as a teacher, are narrow-minded and cruel by nature."

Yan Shaozhe swept out a hand and said coldly:

"Leave the classroom immediately. Return and reflect during your suspension! Without my order, you are not to step foot in the teaching building!"

Zhou Yi stared at Yan Shaozhe in disbelief.

Suspended?

Suspended because of a student?

She gritted her teeth. Though unwilling, she knew this was not the time to confront him head-on.

Fan Yu is here anyway. As long as Fan Yu makes a fuss, the academy will still have to beg me to come back.

"Fine... very fine!"

Zhou Yi shot Huo Yuhao a venomous glare, then slammed the door and stormed out.

"Dean, you'll regret this!"

With that resounding slam of the door, the classroom returned to dead silence.

Everyone looked at one another, their minds still struggling to process what had happened.

It was over?

That one-ring freshman had not only suppressed Teacher Zhou in hand-to-hand combat, but had also used Genjutsu to make her go mad at a desk. In the end, he had even forced the Dean to personally intervene, driving Teacher Zhou away?

Wang Dong looked at the young man on the podium as he slowly withdrew his Sharingan, his expression calm. Turbulent waves surged within her heart.

How... did he do it?

Yan Shaozhe turned around, and the frost on his face instantly melted away, replaced by a kind and amiable smile.

He looked at Huo Yuhao, his eyes filled with admiration and the delight of having found a useful tool.

"Students, I apologize for the fright."

"Teacher Zhou Yi has been temporarily reassigned due to improper teaching methods."

"The academy will immediately arrange a new homeroom teacher for you. Until then, study on your own."

After saying that, he walked over to Huo Yuhao, gently patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Yu Hao, come to the office with me."

Huo Yuhao nodded and jumped down from the podium.

He straightened his collar and, under the awestruck gazes of the entire class, followed Yan Shaozhe out of the classroom.