Huo Yuhao: Martial Soul Fusion?

Zhou Yi had said that anyone who failed to finish would be expelled. Was he really going to be expelled? Was he going to have to leave Shrek?

But he couldn't accept that! He had been so lucky to meet Brother Tianmeng, Teacher Xiao Ya, and Senior Beibei, and he had even made it to Shrek Academy, the number one academy on the Douluo Continent. How could he be expelled on the very first day of school?

Exploding with speed, Huo Yuhao forced himself to run a few more laps.

However, his body had reached its limit; he had no strength left.

Suddenly, a force came from behind Huo Yuhao. A pair of hands hooked under his arms and hoisted him into the air.

Huo Yuhao looked back, surprised to find that the person helping him was none other than his detested roommate, Wang Dong.

Behind Wang Dong, a pair of gorgeous, multicolored butterfly wings unfurled. They flapped gently, carrying the two of them in rapid flight, circling the plaza again and again.

Finally, just as the time was about to run out, Huo Yuhao completed the one-hundred-lap goal.

Wang Dong dropped Huo Yuhao to the ground, retracted his martial soul, and placed his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

Huo Yuhao tumbled across the ground. He had no strength left to get up, and he looked at Wang Dong with a complex gaze.

At this moment, Wang Dong was plunged into deep confusion.

Just now, he had uncontrollably rushed over to help Huo Yuhao complete the task. Logically speaking, he certainly shouldn't have cared whether Huo Yuhao stayed at Shrek Academy or not.

Yet, why did he have such an insistent thought at that moment that Huo Yuhao had to stay?

Even stranger, when he touched Huo Yuhao's body, he felt incredibly comfortable, and his soul power even showed a tendency to surge into Huo Yuhao's body.

Nearby, Zhou Yi stood waiting for them to rest for a moment.

About ten minutes passed before Zhou Yi spoke: "Alright, everyone stand up and line up."

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, the students immediately scrambled up from the ground and consciously formed a line.

"I will call out names, step forward: Cheng Cheng, Tailong, Zhuge Yun..."

The students whose names were called stepped out of the ranks. There were nine of them in total, and their expressions were grim; they seemed to know why Zhou Yi had called them out.

Zhou Yi looked at them expressionlessly and said coldly, "You lot are expelled. You can get out."

Tailong stepped forward with an angry look on his face. "Teacher, why?"

Zhou Yi said, "I said that anyone who didn't finish one hundred laps would be expelled. Did you not understand? Get out!"

Immediately, Zhou Yi summoned her martial soul, her soul emperor-level pressure bearing down on the nine of them.

Forced by the pressure of a soul emperor, the group had no choice but to leave, though they headed toward the Academic Affairs Office.

After driving away the disobedient students, Zhou Yi turned to the Class One formation and said, "You may return. Rest well at noon; physical training continues in the afternoon. Wang Dong, stay behind."

With that, the other students left to return to their dorms to shower.

Wang Dong stood where he was, unsure why Zhou Yi had asked him to stay.

Zhou Yi beckoned for Wang Dong to come over. Once he stood before her, she asked:

"During the registration days, you and your roommate Huo Yuhao got into a fight, didn't you? Why didn't you stand up for yourself in class just now?"

Wang Dong replied, "Huo Yuhao was just being unilaterally bullied by me; that hardly counts as a fight."

Hearing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh. This boy named Wang Dong was exactly to her liking. She said:

"Very good. But next time, pick a fight with someone from another class. A coward who doesn't dare to cause trouble is a mediocre talent. Alright, you may go back too."

Wang Dong bowed and turned to leave.

Upon arriving at the dorm, Wang Dong pushed open the door to see Huo Yuhao's bare upper body, still glistening with droplets of water. Clearly, Huo Yuhao had just finished showering.

Wang Dong looked at Huo Yuhao with disgust and said, "Are you gross or what? Put your shirt on."

Hearing Wang Dong's voice, still full of malice, Huo Yuhao didn't want to argue. He silently put on his shirt.

He looked at Wang Dong with a complex gaze and said, "Thank you."

Wang Dong waved his hand. "If you were to get kicked out, where would I find someone to bring me food? Right, give me your hand."

Huo Yuhao was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but he complied.

The moment their palms touched, an unprecedented sensation swept through his entire body.

Huo Yuhao's soul power began to circulate on its own, flowing through his body much faster than when he cultivated by himself.

"This is a martial soul fusion! And a three-martial-soul fusion with such high compatibility at that! Little Yuhao, you've really struck gold."

In the spiritual sea, the Tianmeng Iceworm, who had been silent for many days, suddenly spoke up.

"What is it, Brother Tianmeng?" Huo Yuhao asked, puzzled.

"It means that when the two of you are together, not only will your cultivation speed increase, but your combat power will also be greatly enhanced—it's far more than just one plus one equals two. You are destined to be an excellent pair of partners!"

Hearing the Tianmeng Iceworm's explanation, Huo Yuhao was shocked. Being able to increase his cultivation speed was extremely important to him right now. But to be with this person he disliked, and potentially be stuck with him...

However, the temptation of accelerated cultivation was too great. To become stronger, Huo Yuhao could accept it.

Wang Dong also felt the rapid circulation of his soul power. At this rate, he would reach level 22 in just a few days.

He wondered to himself, was this why he had felt that urge not to let Huo Yuhao be expelled?

Moreover, looking at Huo Yuhao's face now, he felt a strange, magnetic pull, making him want to get closer to Huo Yuhao and embrace him.

What was wrong with him? Could it be that he had fallen for this good-for-nothing? Impossible. A trash soul master who hadn't even reached level fifteen—how could he be worthy of his affection!

Wang Dong violently shook off Huo Yuhao's hand, pushed open the door, and bolted out of the dormitory.

Huo Yuhao, suddenly interrupted while circulating his soul power, snapped awake. He watched Wang Dong's retreating back, puzzled as to what had set him off again.

He had wanted to invite Wang Dong to cultivate together, but it seemed he would have to wait until Wang Dong returned to bring it up.

Soon, midday passed.

Freshman Class Nine.

During the morning, Mu Jin had already arranged for all the students to complete their soul duels.

Even the support-type students had taken the stage for unarmed combat; Song Mu had once again fought a support-type soul master without using his martial soul.

As the afternoon class began, Mu Jin stepped onto the podium and said:

"This lesson will be physical training. Everyone, head down and run five laps around Shrek Plaza."

With that, the students all stood up and ran out of the teaching building to circle Shrek Plaza.

Once everyone had finished, Mu Jin gathered them all together and said:

"I observed the soul duels this morning and gained a preliminary understanding of each of your physical conditions. I have formulated training plans for you. Next, I will take you to the training area to work on your physical fitness."

Mu Jin then took a stack of papers out of her storage soul tool.

"The two class monitors, come forward and distribute the schedules."

From the crowd, Song Mu and Ning Tian stepped out, walked forward to take the schedules, and handed them out to every student.