A Cry for Help from the Depths of Sea God Lake

Countless black shuriken tore through the smoke, streaking straight toward Zhou Yi at high speed.

"Hidden weapons?" Zhou Yi was startled.

Although she had never seen the shape of these sharp objects before, they bore a striking resemblance to a type of throwing weapon that had existed on the continent ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years ago, before the Sun Moon Continent had collided with the Douluo Continent, such weapons were once highly popular among low-to-mid-level Spirit Masters across the Douluo Three Kingdoms.

However, as the era progressed, "hidden weapons" had long been relegated to the dustbin of history, and the Tang Sect that invented them had fallen into decline.

As an instructor at the Shrek outer courtyard, Zhou Yi was well-versed in this history.

Seeing that Huo Yuhao actually intended to defeat her with these obsolete weapons, a trace of contempt couldn't help but surface on her face.

Immediately following this, her hands, which were already covered in scales, suddenly doubled in size. Not only that, but sharp, ferocious claws sprouted from her five fingers, looking incredibly menacing.

Partial Dragon Transformation!

Zhou Yi shielded herself with her partially dragon-transformed claws.

Clang, clang. The shuriken struck Zhou Yi, erupting in sparks and emitting the crisp sound of metal striking metal.

But they were all blocked by the sturdy scales on her body.

A six-ringed assault-type Spirit Master with a top-tier dragon-type Spirit—her defense was nothing to scoff at.

As the collision ended, Zhou Yi lowered her hands, looking with smug satisfaction at Huo Yuhao, whose figure was revealed as the smoke cleared.

"Is that all you've got? I told you before, you can't break my defense at all. Huo Yuhao, in the end, you're just an arrogant brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Is that so?" Huo Yuhao chuckled softly.

Suddenly, he flipped backward with agility, his left and right hands pulling back sharply. It seemed as if he were biting down on something shiny, his head jerking backward.

A sudden change occurred; the shuriken that had fallen to the ground rose up once more, the steel wires connecting them transforming into a whirlwind in the air, binding Zhou Yi tightly.

"Sharingan Windmill, Triple Blade!"

Sasuke Uchiha's most classic early-game enemy-trapping tactic.

Using ninja tools like shuriken combined with the Sharingan's powerful insight and his own control, he bound the enemy in place.

"Steel wires?" Zhou Yi finally saw what the shiny object in Huo Yuhao's mouth was, and she couldn't help but freeze.

"It's just steel wire, what can it do?" Zhou Yi remained disdainful. She could easily break free from steel wire of this strength!

But an accident occurred again. Before she could exert force to break the wires, Huo Yuhao gave a low shout: "Explode!"

Not good! Her seventh sense was screaming, and a dangerous wave of Spirit Power surged from those shuriken.

Zhou Yi's pupils shook violently.

These shuriken were Spirit Guidance Devices that Huo Yuhao had specifically commissioned from the Treasure Pavilion before the start of the semester; how could they be compared to those pieces of junk hidden weapons!

Every single shuriken had been inscribed by a Treasure Pavilion Spirit Guidance Master with a core array capable of controlling its detonation.

Although the grade of these shuriken Spirit Guidance Devices wasn't very high—each being between a simple first and second-grade device—the explosive power of a single one was equivalent to a full-force strike from a Great Spirit Master.

But there were simply too many of them. At this moment, there were dozens of shuriken hanging on Zhou Yi, and the power of a chain explosion at such close range was unimaginable.

Zhou Yi's seventh sense warned her frantically. Without a moment's hesitation, her third purple Spirit Ring flashed wildly.

"Third Spirit Skill, Flame Dragon's Fury!"

Zhou Yi's third spirit skill was a buff-type skill that could increase her overall offensive and defensive strength by thirty percent.

At the exact moment she activated her third spirit skill, "Boom! Boom! Boom!"—a continuous series of explosions erupted within the Spirit Fighting Arena.

The dust settled, revealing the two figures standing on the stage.

Everyone in the spectator stands widened their eyes. Huo Yuhao stood where he was, looking calm and composed.

In contrast, Zhou Yi opposite him looked utterly disheveled, her entire body charred black and her clothes in tatters.

Most of the disguise she wore had been destroyed by the intense explosion just now, revealing a rather pretty, delicate face beneath her originally aged appearance.

However, her clothes were truly tattered, with fair skin exposed in several places, inviting wild imagination.

"So, the old hag actually looks like this."

"Yeah, I didn't expect her to have some beauty; she's still quite charming."

Whispers rippled through the students in the stands. When Zhou Yi heard them, she quickly looked down and discovered that she had several wardrobe malfunctions.

"Huo Yuhao!" Zhou Yi was practically dying of shame and anger, her eyes filled with fury as she glared at him.

In the original story, Zhou Yi was already somewhat psychologically twisted; despite being quite attractive, she insisted on dressing herself as an elderly woman.

Now, having been exposed in front of everyone, Zhou Yi was on the verge of a breakdown.

She blamed everything on Huo Yuhao.

If it weren't for him, she would never have been so humiliated!

Huo Yuhao remained expressionless in the face of Zhou Yi's impotent rage. At some point, a giant shuriken had appeared in his hand.

Huo Yuhao felt that as time passed, the erosion of the Cursed Seal of Heaven on his body was becoming increasingly severe. It felt as if something were truly trying to grow out of his left shoulder blade, causing him immense discomfort.

But that wasn't the most critical thing. What made him most restless was that from the moment he activated the Cursed Seal of Heaven, a voice had been constantly ringing in his ears.

"Save me, save me!" The voice was faint. At first, Huo Yuhao thought it was a hallucination, but as time passed, it grew increasingly clear.

The direction the voice came from seemed to be deep within the Sea God Lake of Shrek Academy's inner courtyard!

Huo Yuhao was agitated by the sound; he only wanted to finish off this lunatic of a woman before him as quickly as possible.

He narrowed his eyes. The next strike would be the end.

Huo Yuhao raised the Wind Demon Shuriken in his hand, then leaped high into the air, throwing it with all his might.

The massive shuriken transformed into a high-speed spinning windmill, sharp enough to slice through anything, hurtling straight toward Zhou Yi.

"Hmph, naive. Do you think I'll fall for your trick again?" Zhou Yi snorted coldly, having no intention of tanking the massive Spirit Guidance Device head-on.

She hopped nimbly to the left, intending to dodge the giant projectile.

But just then, the unexpected happened: as the shuriken brushed past her, it suddenly exploded with a "Bang!"

Amidst the white mist, Huo Yuhao appeared abruptly.

"Wind Demon Shuriken, Shadow Windmill!"

Zhou Yi clearly hadn't expected the massive Spirit Guidance Device to suddenly turn into Huo Yuhao, and for a moment, she failed to react.

He wasn't over there? How did he suddenly appear here, and who is that Huo Yuhao over there?

Zhou Yi glanced at the Huo Yuhao who had just leaped, only to see that he, too, vanished into white mist at the same time.

A clone-type spirit skill?

How is this possible? How could this brat have so many versatile spirit skills!

Disbelief washed over Zhou Yi's face. She realized everything, but it was already too late.

A sharp pain, piercing straight to her soul, surged through her mind, leaving Zhou Yi's consciousness blank for a fraction of a second.

"First Spirit Skill, Soul Shock."

Huo Yuhao's expression was cold and stern. He raised his left hand, and a burst of lightning condensed in his palm.

The chirping sound of a thousand birds rang out once more, but this time, the sound was far more sorrowful.

The brilliant lightning in Huo Yuhao's hand was now tinged with a layer of gray.

Yet, it felt all the more heart-stopping.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Yuhao thrust the Sorrowful Chidori down fiercely toward the defenseless Zhou Yi.

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