Terrifying Primordial Bite! Defeat Li Yusong!

Fu Wen's attacks were like a violent storm, one punch following another, one move chaining into the next.

There were no flashy techniques, just pure, unadulterated violence.

Every punch carried terrifying power, and every strike aimed straight for a vital point.

Li Yusong dodged and parried with his Dragon Pattern Staff, secretly shocked.

This kid's physical constitution was far beyond that of his peers.

His strength, speed, and reflexes were all top-tier.

Moreover, his combat instincts were incredibly sharp.

It wasn't some rigid, practiced routine; he adjusted his attack style in real-time based on his opponent's movements.

This was not the level of skill a child who had awakened his martial soul only a day ago should possess.

"Interesting."

Li Yusong's lips curled upward as he began to take things seriously.

His figure was erratic, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, and Fu Wen's fists always missed him by a hair's breadth.

This was the characteristic of the Dragon Pattern Staff.

Flexible, versatile, and elusive.

Fu Wen threw over a dozen punches, all of which missed their mark.

But he did not panic.

He knew that Li Yusong was a six-ring Soul Emperor; even with his soul power suppressed, his experience and technique were far superior to his own.

To win, he couldn't rely on brute force.

He had to use his head.

While attacking, Fu Wen observed the patterns of Li Yusong's movements.

Soon, he discovered something.

Although Li Yusong's dodging was flexible, he always shifted to the right.

It was a habit.

Human habits are hard to change, even for a Soul Saint.

Fu Wen had his answer.

He continued his fierce assault, punches landing with heavy impact, forcing Li Yusong to dodge to the right repeatedly.

Then, the moment he threw his next punch.

Fu Wen suddenly changed the direction of his knee; instead of driving it into Li Yusong's abdomen, he aimed for the spot where he was about to dodge.

Li Yusong's pupils constricted.

This kid had predicted his evasion route!

He twisted his body forcefully, narrowly avoiding the knee strike.

But his balance was already compromised.

Fu Wen seized the opportunity, surged forward, and slammed a heavy punch toward Li Yusong's chest.

The punch was fast and ruthless.

Li Yusong had no time to dodge and could only cross his arms to block.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed out.

Li Yusong retreated two steps.

Though he wasn't injured, his expression changed.

It wasn't because of the pain, but because Fu Wen's punch was simply too heavy.

This was nothing like the strength a one-ring Soul Master should possess.

"Good lad."

Li Yusong shook his slightly numb arms, his eyes growing more solemn.

"Teacher Li, watch out."

Fu Wen grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

That smile carried a beast-like ferocity.

The two continued to grapple.

Fu Wen fought with increasing intensity and aggression.

His attack style became wilder and wilder, utilizing fists, feet, elbows, knees, and even his head.

Sometimes, he would even act like a crocodile, suddenly thrusting his head forward in a biting motion.

Though the movement was comical, no one could laugh.

Because everyone felt it.

There was a murderous intent embedded in Fu Wen's attacks.

It was the innate ferocity of the Divine Crocodile.

The pressure on Li Yusong grew heavier by the second.

His room to dodge was being compressed bit by bit, and Fu Wen's fists were becoming increasingly difficult to evade.

Several times, Fu Wen's fist had grazed his face.

"That's enough."

Li Yusong took a deep breath, deciding to hold nothing back.

He widened the distance between them, and the white soul ring beneath his feet lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Dragon Pattern Shock!"

The energy of his Dragon Pattern Staff martial soul condensed, and with a single strike, a pale golden staff aura whistled out, surging straight toward Fu Wen.

Fu Wen did not dodge.

His eyes lit up.

This was what he had been waiting for!

"I've been waiting for this moment!"

The yellow soul ring beneath Fu Wen's feet also flared to life.

"First Soul Skill: Primordial Bite!"

The phantom of the Divine Crocodile emerged behind him, opening its blood-red maw to chomp down fiercely on Li Yusong's staff aura.

Snap!

That pale golden staff aura, under the sharp teeth of the Divine Crocodile, was like paper; it was instantly crushed, torn apart, and devoured completely.

Li Yusong's pupils constricted.

What kind of soul skill is this?!

His Dragon Pattern Shock, while not his full power, was certainly not something a one-ring soul master could easily block.

Yet Fu Wen hadn't just blocked it; he had done so in the most savage, unreasonable way possible.

He bit it to pieces!

Fu Wen did not give Li Yusong time to react.

The moment he shredded the staff aura, he launched himself toward Li Yusong like an arrow released from a bow.

The Divine Crocodile phantom followed closely behind, opening its massive jaws to snap down hard on Li Yusong.

In that instant, Li Yusong felt a chill of death.

His martial soul was trembling.

His body was stiffening.

He felt as if he were seeing it.

An ancient giant crocodile was opening its blood-red maw, ready to swallow him whole, skin and bone alike.

This was no hallucination.

This was the oppressive aura of the Divine Crocodile's status.

I'm going to die!

The thought flashed through his mind.

Li Yusong had no time to overthink; the soul power suppressed within his body erupted instantly.

The aura of a six-ring Soul Emperor soared into the sky!

His figure retreated violently, narrowly avoiding the Divine Crocodile's gaping maw.

Boom!

The Divine Crocodile's jaws slammed into the empty ground, gouging out a pit several feet deep as gravel flew in every direction.

Li Yusong stood not far away, gasping for air, his back soaked in cold sweat.

He looked down at his clothes.

His sleeve was torn, and there was a shallow bloodstain on his arm.

It had been grazed by the Divine Crocodile's sharp teeth.

If he hadn't unleashed his Soul Emperor-level cultivation in time, that bite would have landed squarely on him.

The consequences... would have been unthinkable.

The playground was deathly silent.

Oscar's mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

Shao Xin held his teacup suspended in mid-air, having forgotten to set it down.

Lu Qibin's eyes were wide as copper bells.

The corners of Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched twice as he looked toward Flender.

Flender sat there, the leg he had been crossing having been lowered at some point.

His expression was calm.

But if one looked closely, they would see the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.

He was holding back laughter.

"Ahem."

Flender cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Old Li, you lost."

Li Yusong snapped back to reality, looking at the bloody scratch on his arm and then at the massive crater on the ground.

After a moment of silence, he gave a bitter smile.

"I lost."

He looked at Fu Wen, his eyes complex.

Fu Wen retracted his martial soul, his breathing steadying.

"Primordial Bite..."

Li Yusong murmured the name, nodding. "Truly terrifying!"

He took a deep breath and looked at Flender.

"Dean, your son... is a monster."

Flender could no longer hold it in and burst into hearty laughter.

The laughter echoed across the playground, filled with triumph.

"That's right! Just look at whose son he is!"

Oscar ran over and threw his arms around Fu Wen.

"Xiao Wen, you're too awesome! You even beat Teacher Li!"

"Teacher Li wasn't using his full strength."

Fu Wen said modestly.

"Even without full strength, you still beat him!"

Oscar was so excited his face turned red. "You're only at the first ring! The first ring!"

Zhao Wuji walked over, looking Fu Wen up and down.

"Kid, your strength, speed, and reflexes are all top-tier."

"But those aren't the most terrifying things about you."

"What is?"

Fu Wen asked.