The Demon Pill Version of Su Chen! The Wager, Kneel and Kowtow to Apologize (Explosive Update)

A sharp claw-wind surged toward him, carrying a scorching heatwave and the scent of death. Su Chen's pupils contracted sharply. He channeled his soul power to the limit, his six wings instinctively folding forward to block the strike. His Angel Domain also flared to its maximum in an instant, the golden sacred field attempting to dampen the power of the blow.

But the gap in their levels was simply too vast!

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening, terrifying collision erupted in the classroom like a thunderclap!

The violent shockwave of soul power spread outward from the point of impact like an uncontrollable hurricane. Dozens of sturdy desks and chairs nearby were shredded and sent flying as if they were made of paper, metal parts scattering everywhere!

"Damn it! Is this old hag crazy?! Attacking without a word? We're still in the classroom!"

"Oh my god!"

"Get out of the way!"

The students standing nearby were caught off guard, swept away by the powerful air current. They tumbled like rolling gourds, slamming into the back wall of the classroom, crying out in pain and confusion as chaos ensued.

"Su Chen!"

"Su Chen, are you okay?!"

Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong, who had just scrambled up from the corner of the wall, covered in dust, ignored their own pain and dishevelment. Their hearts tightened with worry as they stared toward the center of the collision.

Wang Dong even took an instinctive step forward, her powder-blue eyes filled with anxiety.

The classroom was filled with thick dust and residual soul power, obscuring their vision.

The other students who could still move held their breath, watching the dust cloud nervously. In their minds, even if Su Chen possessed the god-level martial soul Six-Winged Angel and mysterious soul rings, he would likely be in grave danger—or at the very least, severely injured and vomiting blood—after taking a strike from a Soul Emperor teacher fueled by rage.

However, as the dust slowly settled to reveal the scene—

Every student who saw it, including Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong who had just found their footing, stood as if petrified. They were completely stunned, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

The scene they had anticipated—Su Chen lying on the ground, severely injured—did not happen.

In fact, it was nothing like they had imagined.

Su Chen was still standing quietly in the same spot, having barely moved an inch from where he had stood before!

The six angel wings behind him acted like the most loyal of ramparts, crossed to shield his front. A faint golden halo flowed over the pristine white feathers. While a few of the outermost feathers were slightly ruffled and dusted with grime, the wings remained intact, still radiating an inviolable, sacred aura.

As for Su Chen himself, his expression was calm. Aside from his face being slightly pale due to the massive consumption of soul power, he was... completely unscathed!

Su Chen, a Soul Grand Master who had just enrolled with twenty-eight levels of soul power, had actually blocked a full-force, enraged strike from the six-ringed Soul Emperor Zhou Yi head-on!

This scene was like the most absurd dream, yet it had unfolded in reality before the eyes of every student in Freshman Class One.

Zhou Yi herself was stunned. She could clearly feel that the violent soul power she had imbued into her Red Dragon claw had, the moment it touched the golden wing shield, felt as if it had vanished into the sea, rapidly dissolved and neutralized by a warm, firm, sacred power!

What shocked her even more was that an invisible, purifying force was following her soul power, quietly eroding her own, causing her soul power to leak away slowly but steadily!

Her sharp gaze swept toward the faint golden halo area that covered a dozen meters around Su Chen's feet, and her expression changed abruptly.

"A domain?!" Zhou Yi whispered, the shock in her eyes impossible to hide.

A Soul Grand Master, not only possessing a god-level martial soul and mysterious soul rings, but also... a domain?! How rare and precious were domain skills? They were the pinnacle abilities that soul masters dreamed of, the hallmark of a talent that one could only hope for but never seek!

As a Soul Emperor, she, Zhou Yi, had pursued such a thing for years without success! Who exactly was this boy?!

But her shock was quickly replaced by deeper shame and anger. A student, a freshman, had repeatedly thwarted her and caused her to lose face!

"You've got some tricks up your sleeve, no wonder you dared to be so insolent before me!" Zhou Yi sneered, trying to mask her inner turmoil with disdain. Her wrinkled face remained expressionless, save for a cold, stern edge. "However, that is all!"

Su Chen slowly unfolded his six wings, his gaze sweeping across the wreckage of the classroom and the freshmen—some bruised and battered, others covered in dust—who were looking at Zhou Yi with fearful eyes. He frowned slightly.

He was no saint, nor could he be called particularly kind or benevolent. But the vast majority of these students had been dragged into this innocently. The fact that they were nearly crippled by the aftermath of a Soul Emperor's attack simply because they hadn't "fought" as Zhou Yi demanded, stirred a chill in Su Chen's heart.

"Teacher Zhou," Su Chen's voice was colder than before, carrying an undisguised challenge. "This is a conflict between the two of us. Why did you launch an indiscriminate attack, harming other innocent students in the classroom?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi let out a contemptuous laugh, as if she had heard something ridiculous. She swept her gaze over the disheveled freshmen as if they were ants, her tone indifferent, even cruel:

"Innocent? So what if they were harmed? Even if a few of them died, what of it?"

Her words sent a chill through every freshman, and they looked at their teacher in disbelief.

"Consider it... the first practical lesson I've given them." Zhou Yi said coldly. "As soul masters, one must remain vigilant in any environment. If they cannot react in time to an attack of this magnitude and protect themselves, it only proves they are slow-witted and weak—they are nothing but trash."

She paused, a cruel curve touching her lips: "I, Zhou Yi, do not teach trash. If trash dies, then so be it. They were going to die sooner or later anyway; dying early just saves them the trouble of wasting the academy's resources while they linger in this world."

This cold, heartless rhetoric, which treated human life like blades of grass, completely enraged many of the students present. Yet, cowed by the pressure of a Soul Emperor, no one dared to retort, and they could only stare at Zhou Yi with eyes filled with a mix of anger and fear.

Zhou Yi locked her gaze back onto Su Chen, her look one of condescending scrutiny and coercion: "Su Chen, what is it? Do you have an opinion on my teaching methods?"

"The strong prey on the weak, and the weak submit to the strong—this has been the eternal rule of the soul master world! If you are dissatisfied with me, if you think I am wrong..."

She took a step forward, her Soul Emperor pressure intensifying, the crimson dragon scales on her hand shimmering with a cold light: "Then use your strength to defeat me!"

"I admit, you do have some talent. Your martial soul, soul rings, and even your domain exceeded my expectations." Zhou Yi's voice was raspy, carrying a tone of condescending charity. "But that is all. You are too arrogant, ignorant of the heights of the world!"

"The vast gap in strength is right here. A mere twenty-eight-level Soul Grand Master, no matter what, could never be a match for a six-ringed Soul Emperor!"

She extended a finger covered in dragon scales and pointed at Su Chen: "Now, I will give you one last chance. Retract everything you said, kneel, kowtow to me, and admit your ignorance and arrogance."

"If you do, I can pretend everything that happened today never occurred, and you may remain in my class."

Kneel? Kowtow and admit fault?

Su Chen looked at Zhou Yi, who was acting as if she controlled everything from on high, and suddenly felt that trying to reason with such a person was purely casting pearls before swine.

She had long been immersed in her own twisted logic of "might makes right" and "iron-fisted education," rendering her completely deaf to any dissenting voices.

Since that was the case...

Su Chen suddenly smiled. The smile was faint, yet carried an indescribable sense of mockery and detachment.

"Old hag," Su Chen used the 'pet name' circulating among the students. His tone was flat, yet every word was clear. "It seems you are incapable of reasoning. Since you believe in the supremacy of strength, then fine, how about we make a bet?"

Old Lady Zhou frowned: "Bet on what?"

"Let's bet on whether I can injure you." Su Chen held up a finger. "I will strike once. If I fail to cause you even the slightest injury, I lose. I will immediately retract everything I said, kneel and apologize to you in public, and submit to whatever punishment you see fit."

He paused, his golden eyes as sharp as blades: "Conversely, if this strike of mine draws blood, even the slightest scratch, I win."

"Then, you must apologize for your actions today—publicly, to me, to Wang Dong, to Xiao Xiao, and to all the innocent students you have implicated and insulted as 'trash'!"

"How about it? Do you dare to bet, Teacher Zhou?"

This wager sounded utterly absurd! A Soul Grand Master betting that he could injure a Soul Emperor with a dragon-type martial soul, known for extreme defense and offense? This was nothing short of a fantasy!

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Zhou's first reaction was that it was ridiculous, followed by annoyance at being underestimated, but soon, a flicker of calculation and contempt flashed in her eyes.

Could this brat be so aware that he has no chance of winning that he deliberately proposed an impossible condition, hoping to scare me off or stall for time with this 'high-stakes' gamble? Old Lady Zhou sneered inwardly. Or does he truly have some hidden trump card?

But on second thought, no matter what trump card he held, the gap between a Soul Grand Master and a Soul Emperor was something that no amount of technique, martial soul quality, or special ability could fully bridge!

Old Lady Zhou had absolute confidence in her own strength. She did not believe Su Chen had any means to truly injure her, even with that bizarre golden soul ring and domain.

"Fine!" Old Lady Zhou barely hesitated. At the thought of a 'demon pill' like Su Chen kneeling to apologize to her, a grimace of certain victory appeared on her aged face. "Since you are courting humiliation, I will grant your wish! I accept this bet!"

"I want to see how a mere Soul Grand Master like you can injure me!"

In her eyes, this was a golden opportunity to establish her prestige and break the spirit of a troublemaker!

"However, this place is too small to maneuver." Su Chen pointed at the chaotic classroom and the shattered windows. "Let's go to the Shrek Playground. It's spacious enough there."

"Suit yourself." Old Lady Zhou didn't care. She was eager to crush this arrogant brat in front of more people and re-establish her absolute authority. "I'll wait for you at the playground."

With a cold snort, her figure transformed into a streak of red light, darting directly through the broken window and speeding toward Shrek Plaza.

Su Chen retracted his martial soul and stepped out of the classroom.

"Su Chen!" Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao called out almost simultaneously, hurrying to catch up.

Wang Dong's face was etched with worry and anxiety, his powder-blue eyes fixed tightly on Su Chen: "Are you crazy?! That's a Soul Emperor!"

"Why would you make such a bet with her? And to injure her in one strike? How is that even possible?!"

Xiao Xiao nodded vigorously, her small face pale: "Yes, classmate Su Chen, it's too dangerous! That Teacher Zhou... she's terrifying!"

"Shouldn't we... shouldn't we go tell the academy's higher-ups?"

Su Chen glanced at them, his tone calm: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. If you're worried, just cheer for me."

Seeing Su Chen's resolute attitude, Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao exchanged glances. Although they remained filled with concern, they knew they couldn't dissuade him.

Wang Dong gritted his teeth and waved his small fist: "Then... then be careful! If things go wrong, admit defeat immediately! This young master... I'll cover you!"

Xiao Xiao also nodded hard: "Mm! Good luck, classmate Su Chen! You can definitely do it!" Though she herself didn't quite believe in that "can."

The three walked out of the teaching building toward Shrek Playground. Behind them, the students of Freshman Class One, still shaken yet filled with curiosity, followed in droves.

Who wouldn't want to witness such an explosive scene? Even if they knew Su Chen's chances were slim, this was a freshman challenging a Soul Emperor homeroom teacher! It was likely the first time in Shrek's history!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the freshman area. More and more people flocked to the playground. Among them was a female teacher who had arrived upon hearing the rumors.

Mu Jin, another senior teacher from the Outer Court and a long-time "rival" of Old Lady Zhou. The two had long despised each other. Hearing that a daring freshman in Zhou Yi's class had openly defied her and challenged her to a duel on the playground, she immediately dropped her work to come and watch the spectacle.

Zhou Yi, oh Zhou Yi, what kind of mess are you trying to stir up this time? Don't play yourself into a corner and ruin your own reputation, Mu Jin thought to herself, her pace quickening.

She had naturally heard the news about the freshman and had already developed a sense of appreciation for his talent. If that stubborn old woman really drives away or destroys such a genius... hmph, I, Mu Jin, am not one to be trifled with.

The edge of Shrek Playground was soon surrounded by students who had rushed over, packed three layers deep. Whispers and discussions rose like a tide.

"Look! That's Su Chen! The beast who took down that pink-haired guy in one move at the freshman dormitory entrance!"

"My god, it really is him! His luck is terrible, getting assigned to Old Lady Zhou's class!"

"Six-Winged Angel! That's a Six-Winged Angel martial soul! The supreme heritage of Martial Soul Hall from ten thousand years ago!"

"Six-Winged Angel? Wasn't that extinct?!"

"The first soul ring is purple! The second soul ring... what the hell is that golden one?!"

"He's fierce, but challenging a Soul Emperor? And that freak Zhou Yi? I think it's unlikely..."

"Same here. Courageous, but reality is harsh. That's a Soul Emperor!"

"Regardless of win or loss, this guy is famous! Standing up to his homeroom teacher on the first day of school, what a legend!"

Among the crowd, several freshmen with distinguished auras also stood out. They were three young girls. The leader had soft, short golden hair and an elegant, gentle temperament; she was Ning Tian, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Standing beside her was Wu Feng, a girl with hair like fire, a hot-tempered physique, and a heroic air between her brows, as well as Nanmen Yun'er, a girl with a light and nimble temperament and green hair. They had followed their homeroom teacher, Mu Jin.

Wu Feng looked at the six wings behind the golden figure in the center of the playground, her brows furrowed, and whispered to Ning Tian: "Young Sect Master, that is... a Six-Winged Angel? The martial soul that almost destroyed the faith of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ten thousand years ago!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Tian gently patted Wu Feng's arm and said softly: "It's alright, Wu Feng. That is all history from ten thousand years ago. The grudges have long faded with time, and Martial Soul Hall has long since perished."

"Now that ten thousand years have passed, the landscape of the continent is different. We should let go of the hatred for the Six-Winged Angel martial soul itself."

She looked toward Su Chen, her eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of curiosity: "Besides, a Martial Soul itself has no concept of good or evil; it all depends on how the wielder uses it. This student... seems to have quite the personality."

Wu Feng pursed her lips and said nothing more, though her gaze continued to size Su Chen up with clear hostility.

The surrounding students shifted their gazes back and forth between the two figures confronting each other in the center of the training ground. While most were amazed by Su Chen's Martial Soul and his looks, they did not favor his chances.

"Sigh, what a pity. So handsome and so talented, yet he had to go and provoke Old Lady Zhou."

"Exactly. That's a Soul Emperor! How is a Soul Grand Master supposed to fight that?"

"He'll probably be kowtowing and begging for mercy in a moment. It's a shame about that handsome face..."

Clearly, the vast majority believed this was a duel without any suspense. Su Chen's courage was "admirable," but the outcome was already set in stone.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Su Chen walked calmly to the center of the training ground and stood still.

A light breeze stirred his long, golden hair. Behind him, six snow-white wings fully unfurled, flowing with a sacred halo under the sunlight. Beneath him, one purple and one gold soul ring hovered silently, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura that left everyone in awe.

Teacher Mu Jin, who had rushed over from a distance, saw Su Chen's Martial Soul and soul ring configuration, and her eyes instantly lit up as if she had discovered a peerless treasure!

"A Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul... the first ring is a thousand-year, the second ring is... a gold one I've never seen before, yet the aura is so vast and ancient... and this talent, this temperament..." Mu Jin felt a surge of excitement. "A genius! No, a monster! How many years has it been since Shrek produced a seedling like this? That fool Zhou Yi actually wants to push such a genius away? And even forced him to fight?"

She looked at Su Chen's calm yet determined profile, and her mind was made up: 'Regardless of the outcome of this bet, I must do everything in my power to recruit Su Chen into my class afterward!'

'If Zhou Yi doesn't want him, I do! A student like this must never be ruined by that old stubborn fool!'

Zhou Yi stood ten meters opposite Su Chen and let out a cold snort. Crimson soul power surged once more, dragon scales covered her arms, and her dragon claws glinted with a chilling light. Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings rose and fell beneath her feet. She released the full pressure of a Soul Emperor without reservation, making the students near the center of the training ground feel as though they were struggling to breathe.