This Kid Has Guts?!

"Third Brother, his, his soul ring color."

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, Xiao Wu reacted quickly. She watched the three soul rings rise beneath Lin Yan's feet, and the moment she saw the second one, she was instantly dumbfounded.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she had never seen a human whose second soul ring was a ten-thousand-year one!

Tang San also snapped out of his daze regarding his own fragile Blue Silver Grass. Hearing Xiao Wu's words, his gaze locked onto that second soul ring beneath Lin Yan's feet. "How is this possible? A ten-thousand-year soul ring!"

His voice was not loud, but it drew the attention of those around them. The remaining Shrek Academy students stared fixedly at the second ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath Lin Yan's feet, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Is this fake?" Oscar clutched his head with both hands, feeling as if he had seen a ghost.

Is this guy even human?!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" As Yu Xiaogang's direct disciple, Tang San simply did not believe that a second soul ring could be a ten-thousand-year one. "It's fake, it must be fake!"

Lin Yan never imagined that simply revealing his second soul ring would cause this group of people to have a mental breakdown.

This was completely beyond his expectations.

Just then, a bone-chilling pressure suddenly swept in from the left. The sense of crisis was so intense that it nearly made Lin Yan choke on his breath.

Without a second thought, his body reacted before his consciousness could. Wrapping his right fist in soul power, he slammed it fiercely toward the left.

BOOM!

The deafening sound of the two fists colliding made the surrounding air tremble. Lin Yan felt a massive force surge through his arm, causing him to stumble backward uncontrollably. He retreated a full dozen steps, his heels carving two shallow furrows into the ground before he could barely steady himself.

He lifted his eyes to lock onto the figure in front of him, his brows furrowed. He had almost forgotten about this Immovable Bright King!

Zhao Wuji looked down at his own slightly swollen, tingling fist. When he looked up at the young man opposite him, the nonchalance in his eyes had faded, replaced by a touch of gravity.

He slowly flexed his fist, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible surprise: "Not bad. Your reaction is fast enough, and the force of your punch far exceeds that of an ordinary youth."

Deep down, he was thinking: This kid's foundation is definitely not simple; his background must be significant.

"Interesting." Lin Yan shook his hand to ease the pain and looked at Zhao Wuji. "Hit the small one, and the old one comes out?"

Seeing that the kid before him showed no fear—even revealing a look of excitement—Zhao Wuji was momentarily bewildered: This kid should have realized that his strength far exceeded his own, so why was there no fear on his face?

While he was puzzled, Lin Yan's fist had already struck out rapidly. As a possessor of a Body Martial Soul, his physical strength was not something an ordinary soul master could compare to. As for whether he could beat Zhao Wuji, that would depend on the effect of the borrowed power.

Facing Lin Yan's fist, Zhao Wuji blocked it casually and immediately threw a punch of his own. Lin Yan reacted quickly, meeting it with his other fist, which was wrapped in fire elements and his own level 33 soul power.

BANG!

Both of them retreated a few steps before stopping.

"A fire element martial soul?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the skin of his fist, which had been slightly scorched, then at the kid before him who was already bleeding after their clash, and asked.

Lin Yan glanced at the blood flowing from his own fist, indifferent, and set his gaze back on Zhao Wuji, assuming a fighting stance.

At this moment, he was borrowing power from other souls.

Seeing that this guy didn't answer his question at all and instead took up a fighting stance, Zhao Wuji realized he had likely encountered a madman. He glanced at the unconscious Dai Mubai lying on the ground. As a teacher, he had to seek justice for his student, and since this guy could absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring as his second, his identity was definitely not simple.

Don't ask why he was so cautious; he had been hunted down in the past because he was too reckless, and he had learned a bit of caution since then.

"Kid, you hit my student, so as his teacher, I naturally have to seek justice. How about this: I will use the strength of a Soul King, and you take three of my moves. If you take them all, I'll let you go. If you don't..." Zhao Wuji stroked his chin for a moment and said with a chuckle, "How about you join my Shrek Academy?"

"Heh~" Lin Yan was so angry he laughed upon hearing this. "Your trash academy started this trouble for no reason. I have no interest in joining an academy with problems like yours."

Hearing such a blunt refusal from the youth, Zhao Wuji felt he was losing face. He stopped talking nonsense and directly summoned his martial soul and soul rings. "Fine, then I'll just beat you into the ground first!"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven soul rings rose from beneath his feet. The strength of a Title Douluo-level Soul Saint instantly wiped away any thoughts the distant Canghui Academy teacher Ye Zhiqiu had of avenging his students.

He looked at Lin Yan with eyes full of admiration: "This youth is even more heroic than I am!"

Ye Zhiqiu had truly never seen such a gutsy youth. It could be said that he had perfectly embodied the phrase "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers"!!!

"Kid, seeing the seven soul rings on my body, are you afraid?" Zhao Wuji displayed his seven soul rings, wanting to see if there was any fear on Lin Yan's face, giving the guy a way out.

But he miscalculated. Lin Yan could be considered the proudest of all the souls; he had no idea what fear was.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji admired the kid even more. "Good kid, you've got guts."

He would not hold back.

"First soul skill..."

The starry sky was exceptionally bright tonight. High atop a mountain, Lin Tian, who should have returned to Suotuo City, stood there looking toward the inn and spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Lin Yan, this guy really knows how to stir up trouble."

A pale blue stream of light flashed, and a blue-and-white longbow quietly condensed in Lin Tian's palm. The bow body flowed with fine, shimmering light. He slowly raised his hand, the bow tilted slightly, and the arrowhead precisely locked onto the flickering inn.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the bowstring, but he did not immediately pull it to full draw, whispering to himself: "What kind of aura should I imitate?"

After a few seconds of contemplation, a look of certainty flashed in Lin Tian's eyes: "Then let's go with a Title Douluo."

As his words fell, a faint halo began to emanate from his body. Unlike Lin Yan, who borrowed the soul power and authority of Lin Rui and Lin Fan, what surrounded Lin Tian was the power of authority belonging to Lin Xiu. That power was heavy and profound, slowly merging into his meridians, tempering his aura bit by bit, just to make the imitated Title Douluo pressure reach a level that was indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Third soul skill, Wisdom Feather Arrow!"

As the low shout fell, a purple soul ring suddenly appeared beneath Lin Tian's feet, then transformed into a black Ten-thousand Year Soul Ring. The soul ring circulated with rich soul power fluctuations and slowly rose, making his figure appear even more upright.

He pulled the bowstring, drawing it into a perfect arc. A pale blue arrow condensed, its tip flashing with sharp light. Accompanied by the infusion of soul power, fine wisdom patterns appeared around the arrow. The next second, the arrow shot toward the inn like a shooting star, accompanied by the sound of tearing air!

Inside the inn, Lin Yan had been battered and sent flying by Zhao Wuji, covered in blood, but there was no thought of surrender on his face.

On the other hand, although Zhao Wuji was fine, his skin felt scorched; it could be said that he hadn't gained any advantage from Lin Yan either.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Zhao Wuji had expected to knock this kid down in three punches, yet the boy was like an unkillable cockroach.

He had even used his fifth soul skill, yet the kid had only sustained minor injuries—was this boy really just a three-ring Soul Elder?

As for why he didn't use his sixth soul skill or his seventh, the Avatar of the Martial Soul, did Zhao Wuji have no shame?

Using an Avatar of the Martial Soul against a junior Soul Elder?!

If he did that, Zhao Wuji wouldn't be able to show his face on the Douluo Continent tomorrow.

"Kid, I'll give you one more chance: do you surrender?" Zhao Wuji no longer wanted to waste time on the boy in front of him.

Hearing this, Lin Yan looked at Zhao Wuji with a mocking gaze. Suddenly sensing something, he jerked his head up to see meteors streaking across the sky toward them. He looked at Zhao Wuji and smiled, "You make it sound as if I don't have backup."