Who Told You to Make a Move!

"No... I won't admit defeat!"

Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and forced the words out.

At this moment, inside his Sea of Spirit, Huo Yuhao was calling out to Sky Dream Ice Silkworm like a madman.

"Brother Sky Dream, hurry and unseal your Spiritual Origin! We still have a chance!"

"Sigh, little Yuhao, just admit defeat... There are too many eyes here. If I use my origin, I'll definitely be discovered!"

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, who had been playing dead for a long time, said helplessly.

"No! As long as I can defeat Long Yaochen and take back everything that belongs to me, Shrek Academy won't do anything to me!" Huo Yuhao insisted relentlessly.

But how could Long Yaochen give him time to deliberate?

He merely looked at Huo Yuhao with indifference, the Spear of No Darkness in his palm glowing so brightly it was impossible to look at directly.

The next instant.

He leaned back, the Spear of No Darkness in his hand aimed once again at Huo Yuhao.

The Sacred Light Fire condensed within it was even more intense than before.

"Not good!"

In the spectator stands, Yan Shaozhe sensed that something was wrong, and his expression shifted.

He took a single step, and his figure instantly vanished from the stands.

The next moment, the Spear of No Darkness tore through the air.

The long spear seemed to transform into a Blazing Golden White Dragon in mid-air, charging straight toward Huo Yuhao.

BOOM--!

Before the incandescent white light could explode, a white figure blocked the path in front of Huo Yuhao.

Yan Shaozhe raised his hand, his tyrannical soul power manifesting as a barrier that forcibly suppressed the explosion of the Spear of No Darkness right before his palm.

Feeling the extreme elements constantly battering his hand, his expression changed slightly.

If a quasi-God-tier Martial Soul was this outrageous, he dared not imagine how heaven-defying a true God-tier Martial Soul would be.

He gently suppressed all the violent elements, the residual light and fire spreading outward and causing the entire Soul Fighting Platform to tremble slightly.

When the light dissipated, Yan Shaozhe stood before Huo Yuhao with a stern expression.

The referee finally seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly announced, "The victor has been decided!"

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Huo Yuhao's roar.

"Who are you?! Did I say I admit defeat?!

Who told you to intervene! I still have trump cards I haven't used!"

Huo Yuhao's hoarse voice caused the entire Soul Fighting Zone to fall completely silent.

What is this guy talking about?

Did he get hit in the head by Long Yaochen?

Almost every senior student subconsciously had this thought cross their mind.

Some freshmen, confused, subconsciously asked the people next to them, "Who is this guy? He's so strong?!"

"Kid, did you just come out of the mountains? You don't even recognize the Dean of our Shrek Academy?" A senior student next to him rolled his eyes.

"It's over..."

In the Sea of Spirit, Old Tang sighed silently.

To better control Huo Yuhao, he had spent the last few months applying Spiritual Imprint after Spiritual Imprint, magnifying the flaws in his personality.

But he never expected that not only would he lose to Long Yaochen, but he would also...

At this moment, he truly began to suspect whether the consciousness of the Douluo Plane had intentionally given him a fake Child of Destiny.

He would have to find a way to get this kid to the Clear Sky Sect...

At this moment, Long Yaochen had already retracted his Martial Soul.

However, due to the continuous high-intensity use of his Martial Soul in a short period, he had been eroded quite a bit by divinity.

The cold golden light in his eyes had not yet fully dissipated.

He looked at Huo Yuhao with a strange expression.

He hadn't even hit the guy in the head, had he?

Did he really think that a Super Douluo like Yan Shaozhe was easy to talk to?

Sure enough, the corners of Yan Shaozhe's mouth, which had been prepared to smile and announce the result, paused in their upward arc and then slowly flattened.

He looked at Huo Yuhao quietly, saying nothing more.

As the dignified Dean of the Martial Soul Department, he wouldn't stoop to arguing with a child on the spot.

If a student was disobedient, he had plenty of ways to deal with them.

Huo Yuhao was rendered speechless by that single glance, the paranoid demeanor he had displayed just moments ago vanishing entirely.

Seeing that the other party had quieted down, Yan Shaozhe withdrew his gaze, swept his eyes across the entire Soul Fighting Zone, and announced in a resonant voice: "The champion of this Freshman Assessment is—Freshman Class One, Long Yaochen!"

Before his voice had even faded, thunderous applause erupted across the arena, and the sound of heated discussion exploded instantly.

"Too terrifying... is there anyone else in the outer courtyard who can beat this freak?"

"Sigh, he's only a first-year!"

"Don't forget there's also a soul bone..."

"This reward was personally prepared for you by the old man himself from his private stash."

The smile on Yan Shaozhe's face was even gentler than usual as he handed a delicate red cloth bag to Long Yaochen.

There is no harm without comparison.

Some people lack the strength, yet they are the ones who clamor the loudest.

Long Yaochen reached out to take it, and the moment it touched his hand, he felt an extremely dense aura of light.

Before he could even ask, Yan Shaozhe's voice rang out again: "Light Demon-Breaking Right Arm Bone, a personal collection of the old man's; it suits your attributes perfectly. He speculates that it contains an offensive soul skill."

As he spoke, he shook his head: "The academy originally prepared a different soul bone. But the old man felt this one was more suitable for you, so he had me swap it out."

Who is the old man's disciple, anyway?

I've never seen that old man be this generous before... I suppose the feelings for an old "lover" run deeper!

Yan Shaozhe grumbled inwardly.

Long Yaochen looked at the soul bone in his hand, his eyes flickering.

At this moment, he was feeling quite conflicted.

As a transmigrator, he naturally knew the effects of this soul bone.

To be honest, the effects were quite good and very suitable for him.

Mu En, that old man, certainly had a sharp eye.

But the problem was whether this light-attribute soul bone would disrupt the delicate balance of his martial soul that he was barely maintaining.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the thoughts in his mind.

Now was not the right time; he would ask Elder Yi once he returned.

"Thank you, Dean Yan, and thank you, Mu En. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

As he spoke, Long Yaochen tucked the soul bone into his storage Soul Tool.

"You brat..." Yan Shaozhe chuckled and shook his head.

Just then, Qian Duoduo also walked over. Seeing Long Yaochen, he spoke up immediately: "Don't you want to thank me too? I'm the one who made you a core disciple of the Soul Tool Department."

"Qian Duoduo!" Yan Shaozhe instantly lost his composure upon hearing this.

Wasn't the bet supposed to be about picking a suitable candidate from the other team?

How did he just walk off with Long Yaochen?

"Sorry, Dean Qian. I have no interest in Soul Tools." Long Yaochen refused decisively.

The Soul Tools of this era could be considered nothing more than toys.

Having him research these things would be a complete waste of time.

"Fine, fine, you two are truly heartless." Qian Duoduo sighed and shook his head.

Why was their Soul Tool Department so unwelcome?

It wasn't that he was looking to be snubbed by asking Long Yaochen again.

It was just that this kid Huo Yuhao... he really didn't want him.

Forget it, it's better than nothing.

I'll just toss him to Fan Yu; at least he's a spirit-type.

Thinking of this, Qian Duoduo said:

"I believe I still owe you a favor, kid. Remember to tell me if you need anything.

I said I would prepare something for you last time, but that girl Xiao Tao beat me to it."

"Got it!"

Long Yaochen was already walking away, waving his hand without looking back.

He was heading toward Wang Dong, who had just crawled out of the crater, covered in dirt.

He had to mock him mercilessly this time.

Watching the people around him laughing and cheering, as if they had completely treated him—the winner of the morning—like air, Huo Yuhao's face turned a sickly shade of pale.

A thought rose in his heart.

He suddenly didn't want to stay at Shrek anymore.

He wanted to take his talent elsewhere...