The fat one at the head of the group spoke to Lin Yun with malice.
"There's no other way, brother. Suffer a little for us and save our futures. You'll have earned immeasurable merit."
Hearing this, Lin Yun narrowed his eyes and said to them,
"Let me warn you: if you lay a hand on me, this will become a real incident. Don't blame me for being too ruthless when the time comes."
Zhou Yi spoke in a low voice, sounding both like she was offering a warning and like she was stirring up trouble.
"Lin Yun, don't kill anyone. The fall into evil martial souls is usually caused by killing."
Lin Yun replied without the slightest courtesy,
"This is a little Soul Fighting match you're presiding over. It doesn't count as a private fight of mine. So if someone dies, it'll mean you, the referee, failed to do your job."
At this point, the few fellows on the other side, who had been simmering with anger, could no longer sit still.
The fat one sprang to his feet and swung his arm at Lin Yun.
Flames instantly engulfed his body, and a Martial Soul resembling a chicken spread out behind him.
"My Martial Soul is a lower-grade version of the Evil Fire Phoenix—the Blaziken!"
The fat one swung his arm. Flames gathered around his hand in the shape of a beak, and he brought it down toward Lin Yun's head.
Lin Yun dodged sideways. Bone wings instantly unfurled behind him, and the phantom of a Skeletal Bone Dragon appeared at the same time.
A stream of dark green breath erupted from Lin Yun's mouth as his First Soul Ring flashed. The fat one had just thrown a charging punch.
The two were less than an arm's length apart. At that distance, the fat one had nowhere to dodge. With only one Soul Skill, all he could do was take the full force of the dragon's breath.
In an instant, he was sent flying like cotton fluff swept away by a wave.
Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment. Remembering what Lin Yun had just said, she still raised her hand.
A wisp of Soul Power wrapped around the unfortunate fat one.
The moment her Soul Power collided with Lin Yun's dragon's breath, Zhou Yi felt an extraordinary pain.
This dragon's breath could strike both the soul and the body, and it ignored seventy percent of its target's defenses!
Zhou Yi now understood all too clearly why Evil Martial Souls were stronger than ordinary Martial Souls. The First Soul Skills gained by ordinary Martial Souls were highly unlikely to be so comprehensive.
Some Soul Masters' Sixth or even Eighth Soul Skills couldn't accomplish this, either.
Another feeling rose in Zhou Yi's heart: she'd struck gold. She had never had much of a moral compass to begin with, and since the academy had acknowledged that Lin Yun wasn't an Evil Soul Master,
she'd just teach him as an ordinary Soul Master. With such a powerful Martial Soul, she could add another page to her record of achievements.
She flung the fat one aside, his body still covered in green dragon-breath flames. Lin Yun had already taken the initiative and rushed toward an ominous-looking student behind the fat one.
The gloomy student immediately summoned a staff as tall as he was. One end of the staff was blue and the other red, and it contained the power of water and fire. If his Soul Power hadn't been a little low, he could have been considered a high-quality prospect.
But Lin Yun couldn't care less about any of that. He threw a punch straight at the gloomy student's chest.
Just then, a figure lunged forward and grabbed Lin Yun's arm, forcing it down.
At the same time, the last student used his Martial Soul. A crossbow bolt shot toward Lin Yun's head with a sharp whistle.
Lin Yun looked at the bolt before him and sighed. The Second Soul Ring beneath his feet flickered for the first time.
With a dragon's roar from the Skeletal Bone Dragon Martial Soul, a ring of Soul Power rippled outward, blasting away both the crossbow bolt and the student clinging to his arm.
Next, seven magic circles lit up around Lin Yun.
As the circles flashed, seven skeletons emerged, each radiating the aura of a Soul Elder. They carried all kinds of bone weapons: bows and arrows, spears, long swords and shields, great axes, and more.
The moment the seven skeletons appeared, they were already in formation. Those with swords and shields stood at the front, the archers in the middle and rear, and nearest to Lin Yun stood a Skeleton Shaman holding a staff.
The Skeleton Shaman merely gave its staff a light wave, and Lin Yun's spent Soul Power was immediately replenished.
This was Lin Yun's Second Soul Skill, Undead Legion Assembly.
The souls of all creatures he killed would be sealed away. Lin Yun could choose whether to summon them or use them to strengthen his Undead Legion.
Lin Yun had no plans to build a beast army for now. Besides, this method had something in common with that "strongest Soul King," the Death Messenger. So he had crushed the souls of both Soul Beasts and used them to strengthen his existing legion.
As a result, the Undead Legion could now unleash seventy-five percent of Lin Yun's strength.
This Soul Skill had two advantages. First, as Lin Yun grew stronger, the legion's numbers and quality would both improve.
Second, that percentage of strength included the Soul Skill itself.
For example, Lin Yun could summon seven Soul Elder-level undead, while he himself could fight three or four Soul Elders.
Together, that made ten Soul Elders. That was why these seven Soul Elder-level undead could be summoned now.
Put simply, it was like stepping on his own left foot with his right, stacking his own combat power box higher and higher.
Unfortunately, he couldn't summon again until he dismissed the current summons. Otherwise, by stacking them endlessly, Lin Yun could summon a Limit Douluo-level legion.
As for how he'd worked out the number the first time, Lin Yun was still figuring that out. Probably seven as a minimum, with the rest coming from his ability to fight Soul Elders and the Soul Beasts' souls he'd used to strengthen them.
Lin Yun looked at his opponents and waved to his Undead Legion.
The battle ended as easily as a knife cutting through dry weeds. When Zhou Yi stepped in to stop them, one of the skeletons even stabbed her in the arm.
Lin Yun silently put away his skeleton legion.
Zhou Yi looked at Lin Yun and said,
"Very good. You're indeed worth cultivating, so I'm giving you a special privilege."
"You won't have to do any physical training. Starting today, I declare you the class monitor of Freshman Class One. But you'll also have to face challenges from every student who doesn't want to do physical training."
Zhou Yi patted the bleeding wound on her hand and used her Soul Power to stop the blood from flowing.
Lin Yun had nothing to say. When a person was speechless, sometimes no words would come out. He just smiled and said,
"All right, all right. Since that's how you've arranged it, I'll go along with it for now. But if I'm not attending physical training, you should give me some real authority too."
Zhou Yi thought it over, then said,
"Real authority? You have to earn it with your own strength. While the others are doing physical training outdoors, you'll have other assignments. Once you finish them, you'll be free to move around wherever you like in Shrek Academy..."
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