Red Dragon vs. Bright Sacred Dragon, Defeated in One Strike, Yan Shaozhe Handles the Outcome

A violent surge of Soul Power suddenly erupted in the open space before the teaching building.

Quite a few people around recognized Zhou Yi, and everyone's gaze focused on the red figure in the center of the clearing.

Zhou Yi had already torn off her disguise.

Her grayish-white human-skin mask had fallen somewhere, revealing the young face beneath, but she had no time to care about that now.

Dark red flames burst forth from her body, and the scorching heatwave roasted the surrounding lawn until it yellowed and curled.

Zhou Yi's Martial Soul was the Red Dragon.

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

Two hundred years, two thousand years—a Soul Ancestor-level configuration.

At this moment, she resembled an enraged mother dragon. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared fixedly at the moon-white figure standing at the entrance of the teaching building.

Mu Jin, Freshman Class Nine's homeroom teacher, stood at the classroom door. The moment she saw this, she froze.

She rubbed her eyes, making sure she had not seen wrong.

Zhou Yi was actually gathering force against a new student.

"She's gone mad. She's completely mad." Mu Jin muttered to herself, her expression complicated as she watched the dark red figure. "Even if you have someone backing you, you can't be this lawless..."

Her voice was not loud, but several teachers nearby heard her. Yet not one of them stepped forward to stop it.

Mu Tianyi walked out from the entrance of the teaching building, his steps unhurried and his expression calm.

There was not a single wrinkle on his moon-white school uniform. His black hair was bound beneath a jade crown, revealing that flawless face.

He glanced at the imposing Zhou Yi in the middle of the clearing, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. Then he slowly descended the steps and, amid everyone's astonished gazes, stopped ten paces away from Zhou Yi.

"So you finally came out." Zhou Yi gritted her teeth, forcing the words out from deep in her throat like the growl of a savage beast. "If I don't beat you out of Shrek today, then my surname isn't Zhou."

Mu Tianyi extended one hand, palm facing upward, his four fingers together as he curled them slightly.

"Teacher Zhou, please."

That casual gesture completely ignited Zhou Yi's rage.

The dark red flames erupted with a boom as her first and second soul rings lit up at the same time.

Dragon Fire, Dragon Fury.

A phantom Red Dragon condensed behind her, swelling by a full circle. The temperature of the flames abruptly soared, instantly evaporating the moisture in the air with a sizzling sound.

"Crimson Dragon Heaven-Burning Strike!"

Her third soul ring blazed with purple light.

Zhou Yi thrust out both palms, launching a massive dragon-shaped flame from them. Carrying the might to incinerate everything in its path, it crashed toward Mu Tianyi.

Wherever the dragon-shaped flames passed, the grass was charred into coal, while the bluestone paving cracked apart from the heat and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

Zhou Yi held nothing back in this attack. She was striking to kill.

The watching students cried out in alarm, and some instinctively retreated several steps.

Mu Jin's expression changed. She opened her mouth, intending to shout for them to stop, but the words caught in her throat and not a single sound came out.

Mu Tianyi watched the enormous flaming dragon rushing at him without even taking half a step back.

"Average."

The youth's voice was not loud, but every person present heard it clearly.

Zhou Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

His second soul ring lit up.

Deep purple light exploded beneath Mu Tianyi's feet, and a golden glow instantly spread across his entire body.

The instant the enhancement was complete, Mu Tianyi vanished from where he stood.

Mu Tianyi 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 clearing, blasting out a pit three meters wide as rubble and scorched earth scattered like rain.

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

His first soul ring lit up.

Pale golden dragon scales covered his right hand, and his five fingers drew together into a claw.

There were no flashy moves and no charging motion. It was just a simple claw strike, reaching toward the flames protecting Zhou Yi's body.

Five golden blades tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, directly shredding the dark red flaming barrier before Zhou Yi into pieces.

The dragon claw did not slow in the slightest, striking Zhou Yi solidly on the shoulder.

"Ah—"

A miserable scream rang out.

Zhou Yi flew away like a kite with its string cut.

The dark red flames crumbled inch by inch beneath the impact of golden holy light. The phantom Red Dragon let out a mournful cry before shattering with a boom.

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

Her long hair was scattered across the ground, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her lips, and several tears had been ripped into her teacher's uniform by the force of the claw. She was in a thoroughly miserable state.

The clearing fell deathly silent.

The watching students stood with their mouths wide open, unable to close them for a long while.

Mu Jin remained where she was, and the expression on her face was spectacular.

"Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi... this time, you've really kicked an iron plate."

Seeing that things had progressed far enough, a figure silently descended from the roof of the teaching building, landing without a sound at the edge of the clearing.

The newcomer was none other than Yan Shaozhe, dean of the Martial Soul Department.

His gaze swept across the wrecked scene, pausing briefly on the disheveled Zhou Yi on the lawn before falling on Mu Tianyi.

No one noticed the slight upward curl at the corner of his lips.

"Can anyone tell me what happened here?" Yan Shaozhe spoke. His voice was not loud, but the presence of the Martial Soul Department's dean made every teacher and student present unconsciously straighten up.

Zhou Yi struggled to climb to her feet from the lawn. Clutching her agonizing shoulder, she pointed at Mu Tianyi, her voice shrill and trembling.

"Dean Yan! This student has no respect for his elders and openly attacked a teacher! I only criticized him a few times, and he threw me down from the building! As his homeroom teacher, I have the right to deal with this kind of..."

"Teacher Zhou." Mu Tianyi interrupted her in a calm tone. "You were the one who said you wanted to expel me first, and you were also the one who attacked first."

"So many students here saw it. Shall we let them say who made the first move?"

Zhou Yi's face turned livid, and her lips trembled as she found herself unable to say a word.

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

Zhou Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed the words that had reached her lips.

Mu Tianyi looked at Yan Shaozhe's faintly smiling face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Then he gave him an ambiguous look.

Old Yan, you really were setting me up.

Yan Shaozhe cleared his throat and gave him a look. Play along.

Mu Tianyi took a deep breath.

If they were putting on an act, they might as well see it through. He had always been quite professional.

"Dean Yan," he said, "Teacher Zhou was the first to call us trash in class and say that she had no room for trash in her eyes."

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

He paused, his tone impossibly sincere.

"One of Shrek's school mottos is that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocrities. I... merely wanted to prove that I am not a mediocrity."

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

That had been well said.

The accusation was perfectly framed, the reasoning stood firm, and he had even invoked the school motto.

This brat really knew what he was doing.

"Enough." Yan Shaozhe put away those thoughts, his face returning to its dignified severity. "I have a general understanding of the matter."

"Both sides were at fault. Teacher Zhou, as an educator, your words were inappropriate, and you made the first move. That is unbecoming of a teacher."

Zhou Yi's face turned pale. She opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself.

"However, student Mu Tianyi was also wrong to attack a teacher." Yan Shaozhe abruptly changed direction, though his tone carried no hint of reproach. "But considering the circumstances and that this is his first offense, we will not pursue the matter this time."

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

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

Zhou Yi's entire body shook. "Wang Yan? That man who only just became a Soul Ancestor? What gives him the right..."

"Because I am the dean of the Martial Soul Department." Yan Shaozhe's voice was not loud, yet it carried unquestionable authority. "If you feel this is unfair, you may have your husband, Fan Yu, come find me. I will speak with him personally."