Little Scum, You Can't, But That Doesn't Mean I Can't!

In this era, it is common for everyone's second Soul Ring to be a century-level one; some even possess white ones. The moment Lin Yan's second Soul Ring appeared, it completely shattered everyone's perception: a second millennium-level Soul Ring?!

Is it even reasonable for a millennium-level Soul Ring to occupy the second slot?

Standing in the spectator stands, the theoretical Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang looked ghastly. Just yesterday morning, he had confidently told his disciple that this guy's second millennium-level Soul Ring was a mere optical illusion, but now, he was being slapped in the face by the reality of it.

"Teacher, is this guy's second millennium-level Soul Ring really just an illusion?" Tang San couldn't help but ask. It didn't look like an illusion at all.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang had no idea how to respond. He could only remain silent, eventually muttering a few words: "Keep watching. He will show his flaws eventually."

Tang San nodded; he still trusted his teacher deeply.

Below the stage, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team were completely dumbfounded when they saw Lin Yan reveal three Soul Rings, especially that millennium-level one.

A millennium-level second ring? Is this for real?!

The instant Lin Yan released his second Soul Skill, blinding crimson flames erupted from his body. As the pale gold Soul Ring pulsed, his physical strength surged instantly.

The surrounding temperature soared, and the air distorted. The foul, toxic miasma rushing toward him hissed and evaporated into white steam the moment it touched the crimson flames, dissipating instantly.

The opposing Soul Masters were stunned; no one had expected his second Soul Skill to be this formidable.

Lin Yan seized the opening, teleporting in front of Dugu Yan. His fist, wrapped in scorching force, slammed heavily into her abdomen.

With a bang, Dugu Yan suffered unbearable pain, flying backward like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily off the stage.

"Vice-Captain!" The other members of the Imperial Fighting Team only reacted then, but it was too late; their vice-captain had been sent flying just like their captain had been moments before.

Without waiting for them to react, Lin Yan didn't stop. He appeared before them in a flash, his speed so fast that even this group of Soul Elders could barely keep up. In just a few seconds, the Imperial Fighting Team members were lying on the ground, unable to get back up.

On the arena floor, only the last support-type Soul Master remained standing alone: Ye Lingling, who possessed the Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul.

Her face was pale as paper. Those eyes, usually filled with a gentle glow, were now brimming with terror as she stared fixedly at the tall, upright figure before her.

Not far away, her companions all lay on the ground in a sorry state, clearly having lost the ability to fight. The one who had defeated them one by one was none other than this cold-eyed youth, Lin Yan.

Ye Lingling's body trembled uncontrollably, and she subconsciously stepped backward, each step feeling as if she were treading on cotton.

Lin Yan merely glanced at Ye Lingling indifferently. His gaze held no warmth, as if he were looking at an insignificant object rather than a delicate female Soul Master.

"Are you going down yourself, or do you want me to kick you off?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful sense of oppression. There was no hint of chivalry; every word conveyed a single intent: to kick this final enemy off the stage for good.

At this moment, Qin Ming, the teacher leading the Imperial Fighting Team, was completely stunned. The students he had trained were actually being wiped out in a group. Where on earth did this monster come from?

"Why is this guy Lin Yan even better at acting cool than I am?" Lin Tian, still maintaining the appearance and identity of an old man, couldn't help but grumble as he watched Lin Yan looking down on the crowd from below.

After what happened tonight, several flies would likely come looking for trouble. It was truly annoying; he, Lin Tian, really didn't want to deal with those pests.

Their only goal was Dugu Yan, and the Dugu Bo standing behind her.

In the end, the match concluded with Ye Lingling admitting defeat and leaving the stage, proving once again that Lin Yan had completed a one-versus-seven sweep.

Supervisor Ao, sitting in his office, looked at the results and couldn't help but sigh: "He's practically a monster. He is worthy of being a descendant of that Title Douluo. I hope we can send these two disasters away once this tournament ends."

Otherwise, there would be no point in keeping the Great Soul Arena open.

After the host announced his victory, Lin Yan took one last look at Dugu Yan, who was struggling to stand up with eyes full of unwillingness, before turning away and walking off the stage.

After these few days of competition, he could confirm one thing: without relying on external forces, his strength was at least enough to fight a level 45 Soul Ancestor, and he could even cross ranks to trade blows with a Soul King.

This was a significant gain, and finally, he had completely crushed Dugu Yan's pride.

Would she run back crying to ask for her grandfather?

He hoped so; otherwise, he and Lin Tian would have to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill and borrow power to deal with Dugu Bo.

As Lin Yan headed toward his lounge, several hostile gazes locked onto him, and a group blocked his path.

He pulled his thoughts back and looked up to see the Shrek students and their teacher standing in his way. It was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road; this fate was really...

"Something the matter? You're just a bunch of losers." Lin Yan swept his gaze over the hostile figures, a mocking curve touching his lips. The contempt in his tone was overflowing, and his eyes, cold as ice, were filled with undisguised disdain as they landed on the Shrek students.

In his eyes, these people didn't even qualify to look him in the eye.

These words were like a red-hot needle, piercing deep into Dai Mubai's heart.

The Soul Power around him surged violently, his knuckles turning white, and the fury in his chest threatened to burst from his throat.

But as his fingertips inadvertently brushed the unhealed burn scar on his cheek, the searing pain shot through his entire body, and that surging rage was forcibly suppressed.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and humiliation. In the end, he could only turn stiffly, his gaze darting toward his dean, Flender, with a hint of imperceptible desperation, as if grabbing at a final straw.

Flender naturally noticed Dai Mubai's look. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, spoke first: "Why is your second Soul Ring a millennium-level one? This completely defies convention!"

He, Yu Xiaogang, was known across the continent as the theoretical Grandmaster. Having studied Soul Rings and Soul Beasts for so long, his knowledge was precise down to the year. The fact that this youth's second Soul Ring was a millennium-level one defied common sense; it was a provocation to his theories! It would not be tolerated!

Lin Yan looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had started questioning him the moment he arrived, and couldn't help but tilt his head: Wait, buddy, are we even close?

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Yan asked the weathered-looking man, showing him absolutely no respect.

"You don't even know who I am?"

"Who you are—does that have anything to do with me?" Lin Yan truly couldn't understand if there was something wrong with this guy's brain, given his confident expression.

What, did he really think everyone in this world was like that fool Tang San, who would kowtow three times and call him "Grandmaster" the moment they met?

Faced with Lin Yan's blunt interruption and the disregard and disdain in his eyes, the confidence Yu Xiaogang had just regained cracked once more. This look was exactly the same as the one he had seen from those people over a decade ago.

He was filled with immense rage, yet he suppressed his fury and asked, "Your thousand-year Soul Ring completely defies common sense. Did you cheat?"

"?" Upon hearing these words from Yu Xiaogang, Lin Yan was stunned at first, then looked at him as if he were an idiot, finally blurting out, "If your brain is broken, go get it fixed, OK? Don't go crazy on me, or else believe it or not, I'll beat you, a Soul Grand Master who only knows theory, into the dirt."

"You, you..."

Yu Xiaogang originally had a mouthful of questions to grill Lin Yan with, but he was completely broken by Lin Yan's final remark. He was so angry he didn't know what to say; the words were stuck in his throat, unable to be spat out or swallowed. He felt a tightness in his chest, his confidence to retort completely shattered, and he trembled slightly, at a loss for how to respond.

It was clear just how easily this master of theory could be broken.

"Bastard!" Seeing his teacher being bullied, Tang San could no longer stand by. "Lin Yan, my teacher says you cheated in the match. Do you have an objection? A thousand-year second Soul Ring is simply impossible! Did you have a Title Douluo behind you cast a glamour to deceive us?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, standing to the side, nodded in agreement. They fully supported Tang San's words.

Looking at Tang San, who had jumped out to question him, Lin Yan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and stepped forward directly: "Little shrimp, just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't. With a brain that worships a Soul Grand Master as a teacher, how could you think you could be like me?"

The atmosphere stiffened instantly at these words.

Seeing Lin Yan look down on his teacher so much, Tang San finally pulled out his hidden weapons in anger and said directly to the Lin Yan before him, "I challenge you."

Hearing this, Lin Yan looked at the incredibly serious Tang San and his small movements from just a moment ago, seemingly understanding something. This Son of Luck had broken down so quickly; his mental fortitude was even worse than that of Huo Yuhao and his daughter Tang Wuling.

"Fine." Lin Yan chose to accept immediately.

Hearing Lin Yan accept his challenge, Tang San quickly opened his mouth, preparing to show this guy a thing or two: "Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, soul power..."

Bang!

Before Tang San could finish his sentence, he was kicked away by Lin Yan like a soccer ball. No one present had reacted in time.

The first to react was Yu Xiaogang, who immediately ran over. "San, are you alright?"

Looking at Tang San, who had fallen into a coma in his arms, Yu Xiaogang looked at Lin Yan with fury. "You truly are a despicable person!"

"Huh?" Lin Yan looked at the questioning Yu Xiaogang and finally couldn't take it anymore, walking straight toward him. "As expected, a teacher is reflected in his students. I might as well beat you up too."

"Kid, you're going a bit too far." Flender blocked Lin Yan, his tone filled with reproach.

Looking at Flender, who was blocking his path, Lin Yan retorted, "I'm going too far? Why are you such a hypocrite? When your student provoked me, why didn't you stop him?"

As expected, the students of Shrek Academy were collectively hypocritical. They could provoke others, but others couldn't fight back, or else it was their fault. No wonder Shrek Academy was the same ten thousand and twenty thousand years later.

If the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones are bound to be as well.

Listening to Lin Yan's questioning, that old fox Flender was quite shrewd; he had already thought of an excuse in his heart.

A voice filled with immense pressure rang out from behind him: "An owl dares to bring people to block this old man's junior? Did that bear not tell you that my junior is not to be trifled with?"