Red Dragon VS Bright Sacred Dragon, Defeated in One Strike, Yan Shaozhe's Handling of the Outcome

A violent surge of soul power erupted suddenly on the open ground in front of the teaching building.

Many people in the vicinity recognized Zhou Yi, and all eyes converged on the red figure in the center of the clearing.

Zhou Yi had already torn off her disguise.

The gray, mottled human-skin mask was nowhere to be seen, revealing the young face beneath, but she could not care about such things now.

Dark red flames spewed from her body, the scorching heat waves baking the surrounding lawn until it turned charred and curled.

Zhou Yi's martial soul was the Red Dragon.

Four soul rings rose from beneath her feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Two hundred years, two thousand years; a configuration befitting a Soul Ancestor.

At this moment, she looked like an enraged mother dragon, her eyes blood-red, staring fixedly at the moon-white figure standing at the entrance of the teaching building.

Mu Jin, the head teacher of Freshman Class Nine, stood at the door of her classroom, stunned by the sight.

She rubbed her eyes, confirming she hadn't seen wrong.

This fellow Zhou Yi was actually preparing to strike a freshman.

"Mad, she's truly gone mad." Mu Jin muttered to herself, her expression complex as she watched the dark red figure, "Even if you have someone backing you, you cannot be this lawless..."

Her voice was not loud, but several teachers nearby heard her; yet, not one stepped forward to intervene.

Mu Tianyi walked out from the teaching building entrance, his gait composed and his expression indifferent.

There was not a single wrinkle on his moon-white school uniform, and his black hair was tied up with a jade crown, revealing that impeccable face.

He glanced at the menacing Zhou Yi in the center of the clearing, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He walked down the steps at a leisurely pace and, amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, stood ten paces away from her.

"You finally came out." Zhou Yi gritted her teeth, her voice squeezed from the depths of her throat like a low-growling beast, "If I don't beat you out of Shrek today, I, Zhou, will change my name."

Mu Tianyi extended a hand, palm upward, and curled his four fingers slightly:

"Teacher Zhou, please."

This nonchalant gesture completely ignited Zhou Yi's fury.

Dark red flames erupted with a roar as her first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously.

Dragon Fire, Dragon Fury.

A phantom of the Red Dragon coalesced behind her, its size swelling significantly. The temperature of the flames climbed sharply, and the moisture in the air evaporated instantly, emitting a sizzling sound.

"Crimson Dragon Heaven-Burning Strike!"

Her third soul ring shone with brilliant purple light.

Zhou Yi thrust both palms forward, and a massive, dark-red, dragon-shaped flame erupted from her palms, carrying the momentum to incinerate everything as it crashed toward Mu Tianyi.

Wherever the dragon-shaped flame passed, the turf on the ground was scorched to charcoal, and the bluestone tiles cracked under the high heat, sending stone fragments flying.

In this strike, Zhou Yi held nothing back; she was entirely intent on killing.

The watching students let out cries of alarm, some instinctively retreating a few steps.

Mu Jin's expression changed; she opened her mouth to shout for them to stop, but the sound stuck in her throat, and not a single word emerged.

Mu Tianyi watched the giant dragon of fire rushing toward him, not even retreating half a step.

"Mediocre."

The youth's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Zhou Yi's pupils contracted violently.

His second soul ring lit up.

A deep purple radiance exploded from beneath Mu Tianyi's feet, and a golden halo instantly covered his entire body.

The moment the amplification was complete, Mu Tianyi's figure vanished from where he stood.

Mu Tianyi's speed was too fast—so fast that Zhou Yi's Crimson Dragon Heaven-Burning Strike hit nothing but an afterimage.

The dark red pillar of fire slammed into the open ground, blasting a three-meter-wide crater, with gravel and scorched earth raining down.

Meanwhile, Mu Tianyi's figure had already appeared at Zhou Yi's side.

His first soul ring lit up.

His right hand was covered in pale golden dragon scales, his five fingers curled into a claw.

There were no flashy techniques, no charging motions; just a simple claw strike aimed at the protective flames around Zhou Yi.

Five golden blades tore through the air with a sharp sonic boom, directly shredding the layer of dark red flame shielding Zhou Yi.

The dragon claw did not lose momentum, landing solidly on Zhou Yi's shoulder.

"Ah—"

A scream rang out.

Zhou Yi was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

The dark red flames crumbled inch by inch under the impact of the golden light power, and the Red Dragon phantom let out a mournful cry before shattering into nothingness.

She tumbled through the air several times before crashing heavily onto the lawn ten meters away, carving a long furrow into the ground.

Her long hair was scattered everywhere, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her teacher's uniform was torn in several places by the force of the claws, leaving her in a wretched state.

The open space fell into a deathly silence.

The watching students had their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

Mu Jin stood where she was, the expression on her face incredibly vivid.

Zhou Yi, oh Zhou Yi, this time... I'm afraid you've really kicked an iron plate.

Seeing that the situation had developed far enough, a figure descended quietly from the roof of the teaching building, landing soundlessly at the edge of the clearing.

The person who arrived was none other than Yan Shaozhe, the Dean of the Martial Soul Department.

His gaze swept across the chaotic scene, paused for a moment on the disheveled Zhou Yi on the lawn, and then landed on Mu Tianyi.

No one noticed the slight upward curve of his lips.

"Can someone tell me what is going on here?" Yan Shaozhe spoke. His voice was not loud, but the aura of the Martial Soul Department Dean made all the teachers and students present straighten their bodies instinctively.

Zhou Yi struggled to climb up from the lawn, clutching her throbbing shoulder and pointing at Mu Tianyi, her voice sharp and trembling:

"Dean, Dean Yan! This student has no respect for his superiors and openly attacked a teacher! I merely criticized him a few times, and he threw me down from the building! As his homeroom teacher, I have the right to discipline such..."

"Teacher Zhou." Mu Tianyi interrupted her, his tone flat. "You were the one who said you would expel me first, and you were the one who struck first."

"So many students are here to see it; should we let everyone speak up about who actually attacked first?"

Zhou Yi's face turned livid, her lips quivering as she was unable to utter a word.

Yan Shaozhe tilted his head to look at Zhou Yi, his gaze indifferent.

Zhou Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Mu Tianyi looked at Yan Shaozhe's half-smiling face, his own mouth twitching slightly before he cast an ambiguous look at him.

Old Yan, you really were plotting against me.

Yan Shaozhe cleared his throat and sent a look back: Just play along.

Mu Tianyi took a deep breath.

If he was going to act, he would do it thoroughly; he was a person with professional integrity.

"Dean Yan." He began, "It was Teacher Zhou who first cursed us as trash in class, saying she doesn't keep trash in her eyes."

"We only asked a few questions, and she wanted to expel me. I just wanted to prove that I am not trash."

He paused, his tone impeccably sincere.

"One of Shrek's school mottos is that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre. I... I just wanted to prove that I am not mediocre."

Yan Shaozhe's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he almost failed to suppress the curve of his lips.

That was beautifully said.

The accusation was placed perfectly, the reasoning held up, and he even brought out the school motto.

This kid is truly sharp.

"Alright." Yan Shaozhe put away those thoughts, his expression returning to one of dignity. "I have a general understanding of the situation."

"Both sides are at fault. Teacher Zhou, as a mentor, your language was inappropriate, and you struck first, which is a lapse in professional ethics."

Zhou Yi's face turned deathly pale, and she opened her mouth to argue.

"However, student Mu Tianyi attacking a teacher is also improper." Yan Shaozhe shifted his tone, though there was no hint of reproach in it. "But considering there was a cause for this and it is a first offense, I will not pursue it this time."

Zhou Yi's eyes widened: "Dean Yan! He..."

"Teacher Zhou." Yan Shaozhe's voice deepened, his gaze indifferent. "You have been under too much pressure lately and need a rest. The position of homeroom teacher for Class One will be temporarily taken over by Teacher Wang Yan."

Zhou Yi was shocked: "Wang Yan? That guy who just advanced to Soul Ancestor? By what right does he..."

"By the right that I am the Dean of the Martial Soul Department." Yan Shaozhe's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority. "If you feel it is unfair, you can have your husband Fan Yu come find me, and I will speak with him personally."