Beneath Judgment, All Are Sinners!

The shabby wooden sign of Shrek Academy creaked in the morning breeze, as if it might breathe its last at any moment.

And beneath the sign, Su Yun's casual remark detonated like a bombshell. Everyone present fell silent for an instant, then the uproar erupted, loud enough to shake the heavens.

"Ten moves? Did I hear that right? That kid said he'd knock Teacher Zhao down in ten moves?"

An older examinee rubbed his ears, his face full of disbelief.

"That's the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji! A ruthless fighter who once fought sixteen bishops alone and walked away unscathed. He's a seventy-sixth-rank Soul Saint!"

"This is madness. The whole world must have gone mad."

A parent nearby shook his head repeatedly.

"These rich kids nowadays have a little talent and a top-grade Martial Soul, and they think Soul Saints are made of clay? Is the gap in ranks a joke to them?"

Ning Rongrong's delicate little face was full of astonishment. She didn't like Su Yun, and she knew the bastard's strength was unfathomable, but he was facing a Soul Saint!

Even in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Soul Saints were pillars of the organization.

"San, isn't he just bragging?"

Ning Rongrong instinctively edged closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing, only staring intently at Su Yun's tall, straight back. The Diary Copy in her arms was still radiating a faint warmth.

She remembered the words in the diary about dimensional suppression, and an absurd sense of anticipation rose in her heart.

Perhaps this man really could create a miracle.

At the edge of the crowd, Tang San's sneer nearly reached the corners of his mouth.

"He doesn't know the limits of heaven and earth. He's asking for death."

Tang San lowered his voice, a strong note of glee in it.

"My teacher once said that every major rank brings a world of difference in strength. A Soul Elder facing a Soul Saint has a Soul Ancestor, Soul King, and Soul Emperor between them—four whole major ranks! And Su Yun dares to boast that he'll beat Teacher Zhao in ten moves? It's laughable!"

With the Sleeve Arrows and Hidden Weapons tucked against his chest, Tang San secretly steeled himself:

Go on, fight. I hope Zhao Wuji smashes every bone in Su Yun's body with one blow, and leaves that face the girls keep staring at rotting in the dirt.

Then Xiao Wu would see who the real strong one was.

Yu Xiaogang sat on a stone bench nearby, his corpse-like face as impassive as ever, though his eyes glinted with a certain self-satisfied wisdom.

"San, watch closely. This is a textbook example of what not to do."

Yu Xiaogang spoke calmly. His voice wasn't loud, but the people nearby could hear him. He struck the pose of a great teacher.

"A Soul Saint possesses a Martial Soul Avatar. Its defensive power and strength are beyond anything a human can imagine. This boy's Martial Soul may be top-grade, and his aura may be divine, but he relies too much on his talent and ignores the gap in Soul Power reserves that matters in real combat. Ten moves? Zhao Wuji only needs one to show him what reality looks like."

In the middle of the field, Zhao Wuji froze for a moment, then laughed in sheer exasperation.

"Good, good, good! Young people these days just keep getting more arrogant—and more gutsy!"

Zhao Wuji thumped his thick bear paw against his chest. The blow rang out like a clap of thunder.

"I, Zhao Wuji, have been around the Spirit Master World for years, and this is the first time I've heard someone say they'll knock me down in ten moves! Kid, don't say I'm picking on you. If you can last ten moves, I'll carry you into the academy on my hands!"

"No need. You're already quite an eyesore."

Su Yun leisurely put away his folding fan and tossed it to Xiao Wu, who gazed at him with admiration.

"Xiao Wu, hold this for me. Watch your big brother beat up this giant dumb bear."

"Okay! Go, Brother Su Yun! Kick him right in that big face!"

Xiao Wu excitedly pumped her fists, her two rabbit ears bouncing merrily.

"You're asking for death!"

Zhao Wuji wasted no more words. His eyes flew wide open, and a violent, earthy-yellow wave of Soul Power burst from his body. The air behind him seemed to warp under the crushing weight.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Wisdom King Body! Second Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze!"

The first and second Soul Rings beneath Zhao Wuji's feet lit up at once.

He was cautious. Though he cursed Su Yun for being arrogant, he was an old hand, and Su Yun's calm gaze had given him a strange sense of pressure.

In an instant, gravity within thirty meters of Zhao Wuji increased exponentially.

The ground couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure. It groaned and cracked, splitting into countless spiderweb-like fissures.

The onlookers felt their bodies sink, as though a mountain had landed on their backs, and cried out as they hurriedly retreated.

"Die!"

Zhao Wuji roared.

Yet at the center of the gravity storm, not even a strand of Su Yun's hair was out of place.

He slowly raised a hand. He didn't even summon his Soul Rings, merely letting the Soul Power of his Judgment Angel flow throughout his body.

"Buzz—!"

A stream of pure golden light burst from Su Yun's skin.

It wasn't dazzling, but it carried an unbreakable resilience, like the only ray of dawn in the darkness.

Beneath that golden light, the Gravity Domain, heavy as a mountain, hissed as if snow had met the blazing sun. In an instant, it melted away!

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted.

Had the other man really dispelled his Gravity Squeeze with nothing but his aura?

Before he could react, Su Yun moved.

"Is that Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track?"

Tang San cried out from afar, his eyes wide with astonishment.

No, that wasn't ordinary Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Su Yun's steps were elusive and unpredictable. As he passed, golden afterimages trailed behind him. His footwork was more agile and more uncanny than the steps Tang San had practiced for years, carrying a rhythm that seemed to cross through space itself.

This was the system's improved version, infused with the Judgment Angel's Flash Light Speed.

Only a blurry golden streak remained in the air.

"Too slow, Teacher Zhao."

Su Yun's cool voice sounded behind Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji had been through countless battles, and his instincts saved him.

Without even turning his head, he crossed his arms and drove the Immovable Wisdom King Body to its limit, trying to withstand the blow.

"Bang—!"

A deep, drumlike boom rang out across the sky.

Su Yun's fierce roundhouse kick slammed into Zhao Wuji's back.

Golden Soul Power collided violently with the earthy-yellow barrier. The resulting shockwave sent dust billowing three meters into the air.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Wuji, famed for his peerless defense, was knocked off balance by the kick. He staggered forward five or six steps, each one leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

The entire crowd fell silent.

Tang San's smile froze on his face. The Hidden Weapon in his hand nearly slipped to the ground.

"Impossible! How could this be? Teacher Zhao is the Immovable Wisdom King. Even a Soul Emperor would struggle to break his defense, but Su Yun..."

Even Yu Xiaogang's corpse-like composure finally cracked. The corner of his mouth twitched.

That kick hadn't just struck Zhao Wuji. It had also slapped him across the face from afar.

"Could that kid's strength come from a strength-type Martial Soul? No, that's clearly a Divine Attribute..."

In the middle of the field, Zhao Wuji felt a burning pain in his back, and his blood and Qi churned inside him.

He was stunned. How could this kid's attack be so outrageously powerful?

The golden Soul Power carried an intensely penetrating and purifying force. It had ignored thirty percent of his defense!

"Good one, kid. No wonder you're so arrogant!"

Zhao Wuji turned around, his face twisting into a grimace.

"In that case, I won't hold back! Third Soul Skill, Gravity Enhancement! Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze!"

He was going all out.

Su Yun only watched him calmly, his gaze as cold as a judge's.

"The first move is over."

Su Yun slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Zhao Wuji.

This time, the First Soul Ring inside him finally emerged faintly.

It was a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, a deep, noble purple so dark it was almost black!

"First Soul Skill, Spirit Word: Judgment."

Su Yun's lips parted. He uttered four cold, merciless words:

"You are guilty."

In that instant, all the noise in the world seemed to vanish.

Zhao Wuji's vision went blank. Then countless shrill screams exploded in his mind.

They were the people he had killed, the evil he had done, the darkness he had never dared to face, buried deep within his heart while he hid away in Shrek.

His spiritual sea felt as if a divine hammer from the heavens had struck it. The Soul Power he had gathered instantly scattered.

"Argh—!"

Zhao Wuji clutched his head in agony. His Martial Soul Possession began to tremble violently.

Su Yun didn't waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He blurred forward, instantly closing the distance.

"Second move, third move..."

Su Yun's voice was like the whisper of the god of death.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Golden fists wove into a net.

Every punch landed precisely on the weakest joints and pressure points in Zhao Wuji's defense.

Golden holy fire followed the force of the blows into Zhao Wuji's meridians, furiously purifying his earth-attributed Soul Power.

At that moment, the mighty seventy-sixth-rank Soul Saint was like a punching bag with no power to fight back. Su Yun sent him flying all over the field. His burly body shook beneath the golden light, and the sound of bones breaking rang out with chilling clarity in the dead silence at the village entrance.

"This is what a one-sided beating looks like."

Su Yun spun through the air with a graceful turn, his final punch poised to strike.

"Teacher Zhao, this is only the fifth move. Can you hold on?"

Far away, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had collapsed to the ground, their minds completely blank.

The crushing defeat they'd imagined for Su Yun never happened.

What happened instead was a miracle they would never understand for the rest of their lives!