What a Fearless Kid?!

"Third Brother, his... his Soul Ring colors."

As a soul beast in human form, Xiao Wu reacted quickly. When she saw three Soul Rings rise beneath Lin Yan's feet, especially 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 Thousand-year Soul Ring!

Tang San had also recovered from the shock of his fragile Blue Silver Grass. Upon hearing Xiao Wu's words, he stared fixedly at the second Soul Ring beneath Lin Yan's feet. "How is that possible? A Thousand-year Soul Ring!"

His voice was not loud, but it drew everyone's attention back. The other Shrek Academy students all stared intently at Lin Yan's second Thousand-year Soul Ring, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Fake, right?" Oscar clutched his head with both hands, feeling as though he had seen a ghost.

Was this guy even human?!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" As Yu Xiaogang's direct disciple, Tang San simply could not believe that a second Soul Ring could absorb a Thousand-year Soul Ring. "Fake, it has to be fake!"

Lin Yan never expected that merely revealing his second Soul Ring would cause the people before him to mentally collapse.

This was completely beyond his expectations.

Just then, an icy pressure suddenly swept in from the left. The sense of danger was so intense that Lin Yan nearly stopped breathing.

Before he could think, his body reacted ahead of his mind. His right fist, wrapped in Soul Power, smashed viciously toward the left.

Boom!

The deafening impact of their fists colliding made the surrounding air tremble slightly. Lin Yan felt a vast force surge wildly up his arm, sending him stumbling back uncontrollably. He retreated more than ten steps, his feet dragging two shallow marks across the ground before he barely managed to steady himself.

He raised his eyes and locked onto the figure ahead, his brows tightly furrowed. He had nearly forgotten about this Immovable Bright King!

Zhao Wuji lowered his head and glanced at his slightly reddened, swollen fist, which even felt faintly numb. When he looked up at the boy across from him, the casualness in his eyes had long vanished, replaced by a hint of gravity.

He slowly flexed his fist, his tone carrying barely concealed surprise. "Not bad. Your reaction is fast enough, and the power in your fist far surpasses that of an ordinary boy."

This kid's foundation is anything but simple. His background must be extraordinary.

"Interesting." Lin Yan shook his hand to ease the pain and looked at Zhao Wuji. "You beat the young one, and now the old one has come?"

Seeing that this kid showed no fear in the face of him and even looked excited, Zhao Wuji was momentarily baffled. This kid should have realized that his strength far surpassed his own, so why was there no fear on his face?

As Zhao Wuji wondered, Lin Yan's fist had already flown toward him. As the owner of a Body Martial Soul, Lin Yan's physical strength was not something ordinary Soul Masters could match. As for whether he could defeat Zhao Wuji, that depended on the effect of borrowing strength.

Facing Lin Yan's punch, Zhao Wuji casually blocked it, then swiftly threw a punch of his own. Lin Yan reacted quickly as well, immediately meeting it with his other fist, wrapped in fire-element power and his thirty-third-rank Soul Power.

Bang!

The two of them each staggered back several steps before stopping.

"A fire-element Martial Soul?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the lightly scalded skin on his fist, then at the kid before him whose fist was already bleeding profusely after exchanging blows with him, and asked.

Lin Yan glanced at the blood flowing from his fist without caring in the slightest. His gaze fell on Zhao Wuji again as he assumed a fighting stance.

At that moment, he was borrowing strength from other souls.

Seeing that this guy completely ignored his question and even assumed a fighting stance, Zhao Wuji understood that he had probably encountered a madman. He glanced at Dai Mubai, who lay unconscious on the ground. As a teacher, he had to seek justice for his student, and this guy's second Soul Ring could absorb a Thousand-year Soul Ring, so his identity was definitely not simple.

Do not ask why he was being so cautious. He had once been hunted down because he was too reckless, and now he had learned to exercise a little caution.

"Kid, you beat my student. As his teacher, I naturally have to seek justice for him. How about this? I'll use the strength of a Soul King for the next part. Take three moves from me. If you take them all, I'll let you leave. If you can't..." Zhao Wuji stroked his chin in thought, then said with a smile, "How about joining my Shrek Academy?"

"Heh." Lin Yan was so angry he laughed. "Your lousy academy started trouble for no reason, and I have no interest in joining an academy like yours that has problems."

Hearing the boy reject him so bluntly, Zhao Wuji felt that he could not save face. He stopped wasting words and directly summoned his Martial Soul and Soul Rings. "Fine, then I'll beat you flat first!"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. Seven Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. The moment Ye Zhiqiu, the teacher from Canghui Academy in the distance, saw the strength of a Soul Sage, all thoughts of avenging his students instantly vanished.

His eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Lin Yan. "This young man is even braver than I am!"

Ye Zhiqiu had truly never seen such a fearless youth. He had displayed the saying "a newborn calf fears no tiger" to the fullest!!!

"Kid, now that you've seen my seven Soul Rings, are you scared?" Zhao Wuji displayed his seven Soul Rings, wanting to see whether Lin Yan showed any fear and give him a way out.

But he had miscalculated. Lin Yan was one of the proudest among all the souls and simply did not know what fear was.

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

He would not hold back.

"First Soul Skill..."

The starry sky was especially bright that night. Atop a high mountain, Lin Tian, who should have returned to Suotuo City, stood there and looked toward the inn. He slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness. "Lin Yan really knows how to cause trouble."

A pale blue streak flashed by, and a blue-and-white longbow quietly appeared in Lin Tian's palm. Faint glimmers flowed across its body. He slowly raised his hand and tilted the bow slightly, precisely locking onto the flickering lights of the inn.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the bowstring, yet he did not immediately draw it to its full length. He muttered softly, "What kind of aura should I imitate?"

After pondering for only a few seconds, certainty flashed through Lin Tian's eyes. "Then, a Title Douluo."

As soon as the words fell, a faint glow began to spread around him. Unlike Lin Yan, who borrowed the Soul Power and Authority of Lin Rui and Lin Fan, what surrounded Lin Tian was the power of Lin Xiu's Authority. That power was heavy and profound, slowly merging into his meridians and refining his aura bit by bit, all to make the imitated pressure of a Title Douluo indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Third Soul Skill, Wisdom Feather Arrow!"

With a low shout, a purple Soul Ring abruptly appeared beneath Lin Tian's feet, then transformed into a black Ten-thousand Year Soul Ring. Rich Soul Power fluctuations flowed through the Soul Ring as it slowly rose, making his figure appear even taller and straighter.

He raised his hand and drew the bow in one fluid motion, pulling the string into a perfect arc. A pale blue arrow condensed into existence, its tip gleaming sharply. As Soul Power poured into it, fine Wisdom patterns appeared across the arrow's body. The next second, it shot toward the inn like a meteor chasing the moon, tearing through the air!

Inside the inn, Lin Yan was sent flying miserably by Zhao Wuji. His body was covered in blood, yet there was not a trace of surrender on his face.

Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, was mostly unharmed, but his skin still bore a burning sensation. It could be said that he had gained no advantage from Lin Yan either.

This was simply absurd.

Zhao Wuji had thought that he could knock this kid down with three punches, but the kid was like an unkillable cockroach.

He had even used his Fifth Soul Skill, yet the kid had suffered nothing more than a few injuries. Was this kid really only a three-ring Soul Elder?

As for why he did not use his Sixth Soul Skill or his seventh Martial Soul Avatar—did Zhao Wuji have no shame at all?

Using a Martial Soul Avatar against a Soul Elder junior?!

Then Zhao Wuji would not need to keep making a living on Douluo Continent tomorrow.

"Kid, I'll give you one more chance. Do you admit defeat or not?" Zhao Wuji no longer wanted to waste time on the kid before him.

Hearing this, Lin Yan looked at Zhao Wuji with mocking eyes. Then he suddenly sensed something and sharply raised his head. A meteor was shooting toward them through the sky. He looked at Zhao Wuji and smiled. "You make it sound like I don't have anyone backing me up."