Battle Against Wang Dong, Freshman Class One

Huo Yuhao said with a murderous aura, "Whether or not you use your soul skills was your own choice. I admit that if I use mine, I'm basically no match for you, but I held back just now."

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao swiftly drew the White Tiger Dagger and slammed it into the ground right beside Wang Dong's ear. The cold, sharp edge grazed Wang Dong's cheek, causing her to tremble slightly.

Wang Dong pushed Huo Yuhao away and said with a haughty air, "I'll count this as my loss this time, but..."

Wang Dong then looked toward Lin Yun, pointing a finger at him as she said, "Since we're already fighting today and I'm enjoying it, I'm going to have a match with you, too."

Lin Yun rubbed his head and looked at Wang Dong. "Wait, I'm not your roommate. Why are you staring at me?"

Wang Dong flexed her wrists and said, "This Young Master is having fun. Do you dare to step up or not?"

With that, a pair of magnificent butterfly wings unfurled from Wang Dong's back, and two soul rings—one yellow and one purple—emerged beneath her feet.

Lin Yun sighed helplessly and took a step forward. Massive bone wings spread out from his back before quickly folding inward.

These folded bone wings were far broader than the wings of Wang Dong's Radiant Goddess Butterfly, causing Wang Dong to click her tongue.

"So big."

Hearing Wang Dong's exclamation, Lin Yun raised a hand and said to her, "You didn't use your martial soul against Huo Yuhao. While I don't dare to be that arrogant, I can at least refrain from using my thousand-year soul skill."

Lin Yun reached out his hand and began to walk slowly toward Wang Dong.

Watching Lin Yun approach with such steady, measured steps, a flicker of fear suddenly rose in Wang Dong's heart, and she couldn't even bring herself to utter a taunt.

Not only did she fail to speak, but she immediately jumped into the air, her magnificent wings fluttering behind her.

As Lin Yun continued to walk forward with unwavering composure, Wang Dong, lacking sufficient combat experience, grew impatient waiting for him to act or reveal a flaw, and she launched the first attack.

"First Soul Skill: Flank Guillotine!"

Pale golden light blades formed on Wang Dong's arms, slashing toward Lin Yun's chest.

Wang Dong's first two soul skills were a standard setup for a Power Attack System soul master—one for close combat and one for range. In her own words, she could fly and fight, perfectly capable of controlling the flow of battle among two-ring Soul Grand Masters.

Unfortunately, she had encountered Lin Yun, a numerical anomaly who defied the standard power scale.

The moment Wang Dong's Flank Guillotine was about to strike Lin Yun's chest, it was firmly caught by his hand, which was armed with the Skeletal Bone Dragon martial soul.

Since it wasn't a native martial soul of the Douluo Continent, it didn't require a dedicated soul ring slot to empower itself. Bony dragon claws manifested on Lin Yun's hand, and he immediately grabbed the wrist of the still-flying Wang Dong.

Wang Dong was instantly yanked and flung away by Lin Yun, breaking out in a cold sweat. After stabilizing her figure, she didn't dare to be arrogant anymore and stood her ground in front of Lin Yun.

She spread her arms, and her magnificent, gem-like wings shimmered with a golden halo, converging into a ball of light in mid-air.

"Second Soul Skill: Light of the Butterfly God!"

Lin Yun finally activated his own first soul skill: Breath of the Underworld Lord.

The green dragon breath collided with Wang Dong's golden Light of the Butterfly God for a fleeting moment before the golden light retreated like a receding tide.

Wang Dong was completely out of options and immediately backed away.

Lin Yun took the opportunity to retract his soul skill and his martial soul, then yawned and said, "That should be enough. I've experienced both of your soul skills, and Huo Yuhao has seen them too. You two brothers shouldn't put on airs with each other anymore. Just study honestly; the dormitory is a place for sleeping."

Wang Dong nodded, and Huo Yuhao agreed wholeheartedly, adding, "Besides sleeping, it's also for quiet cultivation."

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao say this, a look of disdain appeared on Wang Dong's face, while Lin Yun simply waved his hand with a smile.

"Since that's settled, we've cleared the air, and this matter is behind us. I'm going to check the class assignments; are you two interested?"

After Lin Yun finished speaking, Huo Yuhao responded immediately, and after a moment of hesitation, Wang Dong also stepped to Lin Yun's other side.

Mu En stood behind the three of them, watching their backs while stroking his beard with satisfaction. In his heart, the three puzzle pieces of Shrek's future had already taken shape.

Looking at it this way, the Shrek in his hands might even be the weakest Shrek in the last two hundred years.

Lin Yun's thoughts, however, were not as pleasant. After all, he knew Wang Dong's background. He felt sympathy for her plight, but he didn't believe he had the ability to interfere with her current situation.

Lin Yun looked at the still-blue, calm sky and calculated to himself that, at this moment, Tang San likely wasn't as deranged as he was in the fanfiction of his past life.

If he truly had the ability to monitor the lower realms twenty-four hours a day with such intensity, he wouldn't need to plant so many secret agents to remedy the future.

Lin Yun even boldly speculated that Tang San was actually absent most of the time, and might only have started watching everything after Huo Yuhao's first visit to the Clear Sky Sect.

Otherwise, there would be no way to explain why such a rigid, sect-obsessed man like Tang San would let two soul beasts become the "fathers" of his daughter.

Even Destruction was only worthy of being an uncle, yet those two ended up as the Great Father and Second Father; no matter how you looked at it, it didn't add up.

At the very least, he could be certain that interacting with Wang Dong didn't trigger any instant-death rules, so he could interact with her normally.

Shrek Academy, Outer Court Bulletin Board.

Lin Yun prayed in his heart, hoping for any class at all, as long as it wasn't that old hag Zhou Yi's class.

"Lin Yun, Grade One, Class One... Brother Yun, why are you blinking your eyes back and forth like that?"

Huo Yuhao read the words on the bulletin board, then caught sight of Lin Yun trying to rearrange the board out of the corner of his eye and asked in confusion.

Lin Yun stopped blinking and let out a sigh.

"It's nothing, some dust blew into my eyes just now. I couldn't see clearly, so I was just blinking a bit to squeeze the sand out."

Wang Dong immediately leaned in toward Lin Yun with a teasing expression and said, "Do you want this young master to blow on them for you?"

Lin Yun hurriedly dodged away, pretending not to know Wang Dong's gender as he said, "Forget it, you're a big man with leg hair seven feet long; if you blew on them, my eyes would surely go blind."

Wang Dong immediately gave Lin Yun an elbow strike and said with a look of disgust, "Your eyes really are blind. This young master—even if this young master were thrown into a pile of women, I wouldn't stand out, yet you have to say such filthy things."

Lin Yun chuckled, not taking Wang Dong's words to heart, his entire focus fixed back on that class assignment list.

Zhou Yi, oh Zhou Yi, the hag among the bottom-tier teachers of Shrek Academy; having fallen into her hands, I fear there will be quite a struggle ahead...