Under Judgment, All Are Sinners!

The dilapidated wooden plaque of Shrek Academy creaked in the morning breeze, as if on its last legs.

Beneath the plaque, Su Yun's casual remark exploded like a bomb, silencing everyone present before erupting into deafening clamor.

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

An older applicant rubbed his ears, disbelief etched on his face.

"That's the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji! The guy who fought sixteen bishops alone and got away clean! A level seventy-six Soul Sage!"

"He's crazy, this world has gone mad."

A parent nearby shook their head repeatedly.

"These rich kids nowadays, with a bit of talent and a top-tier spirit, they think Soul Sages are made of mud? Is the level suppression a joke?"

Ning Rongrong's delicate face was a mask of shock. Though she found Su Yun annoying, she knew this scoundrel's strength was unfathomable. But that was a Soul Sage!

Even in her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Soul Sages were pillars of strength.

"San San, is he bragging?"

Ning Rongrong instinctively leaned closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, her gaze fixed on Su Yun's tall, straight back. The Diary Copy in her arms still radiated a faint warmth.

She recalled the phrase "dimensional crushing" from the diary, and a bizarre sense of anticipation welled up within her.

Perhaps, this man could truly create a miracle.

At the edge of the crowd, Tang San's sneer was almost palpable.

"He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, seeking his own doom."

Tang San lowered his voice, a strong sense of schadenfreude in his tone.

"Teacher once said that the strength difference between major realms is vast. A Soul Elder to a Soul Sage, there are four major ranks in between: Soul Ancestor, Soul King, Soul Emperor! Su Yun dares to boast about defeating Teacher Zhao in ten moves? It's a cosmic joke!"

He clutched the Sleeve Arrows and Hidden Weapons hidden in his embrace, inwardly vowing:

Fight, just fight. I hope Zhao Wuji's palm strike shatters Su Yun's bones, and that face that turns girls' heads gets smashed into the mud.

Then, Xiao Wu will finally see who the true strong one is.

Yu Xiaogang sat on a nearby stone bench, his zombie-like face as placid as ever, but his eyes gleamed with a self-proclaimed wisdom.

"Xiao San, watch closely. This is a cautionary tale."

Yu Xiaogang spoke calmly, his voice low but audible to those around him, adopting the air of a renowned teacher.

"A Soul Sage possesses their Martial Soul True Body, their defense and power are beyond human imagination. While this young man's spirit is top-tier and his aura divine, he relies too much on talent and neglects the gap in soul power foundation during actual combat. Ten moves? Zhao Wuji only needs one move to make him understand reality."

In the center of the field, Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Good, good, good! These young people today, each one more arrogant, each one more gutsy!"

Zhao Wuji slammed his thick bear-like palm against his chest, a thunderous roar echoing out.

"I, Zhao Wuji, have been in the Soul Master world for so many years, and this is the first time I've heard someone want to defeat me in ten moves! Kid, don't say I'm bullying you. If you can last ten moves against me, I'll do a handstand and carry you into the academy!"

"No need for a handstand, after all, your appearance is quite an eyesore."

Su Yun slowly closed his folding fan and casually tossed it to a wide-eyed, adoring Xiao Wu.

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

"Okay! Go, Brother Su Yun, kick his big face!"

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

"You're seeking death!"

Zhao Wuji stopped talking. His eyes widened, and a ferocious earth-yellow soul power erupted from his body. The air behind him seemed to distort under the immense pressure.

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

Zhao Wuji's first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously.

He was cautious. Though he called Su Yun arrogant, as a veteran, he felt an inexplicable pressure from Su Yun's calm gaze.

Instantly, centered on Zhao Wuji, the gravity within a thirty-meter radius increased exponentially.

The ground groaned under the terrifying pressure, cracking open with countless spiderweb-like fissures.

The onlookers felt their bodies sink as if a mountain had been placed on them, and they cried out in alarm, retreating backward.

"Die!"

Zhao Wuji roared.

However, Su Yun, at the center of the gravity storm, didn't even have a strand of hair out of place.

He slowly raised his hand, not even summoning his soul rings. He simply let the Judgment Angel soul power within him circulate through his body.

"Buzz--!"

A pure, ultimate golden stream of light burst from Su Yun's body.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an indestructible resilience, like the only dawn in the darkness.

Under the radiance of that golden light, the gravity domain, originally as heavy as a mountain, hissed as if ice and snow had met a scorching sun, instantly dissolving and disintegrating!

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank sharply.

His own Gravity Squeeze had actually been neutralized by the opponent's mere aura?

Before he could even react, Su Yun's figure moved.

"Is that Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track?"

Tang San, standing in the distance, let out a cry of surprise, his eyes wide as saucers.

No, that was not the ordinary Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

The footwork beneath Su Yun was illusory and unpredictable; wherever his figure swept, it left behind a trail of golden afterimages. It was more agile and bizarre than the footwork Tang San had painstakingly practiced for years, even carrying a rhythm that seemed to transcend space itself.

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

Only a blurred golden streak remained in the air.

"Too slow, Teacher Zhao."

A cold, clear voice rang out behind Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was, after all, a veteran of many battles, and his combat instincts saved him.

Without even turning his head, he crossed his arms, pushing the light of his Immovable Wisdom King Body to its limit, attempting to tank the blow.

"Bang—!"

A dull, drum-like boom echoed through the sky.

Su Yun delivered a fierce whip kick, slamming it hard against Zhao Wuji's spine.

The golden soul power collided violently with the earthy-yellow defensive barrier, the resulting shockwave kicking up dust over three meters high.

"Ugh!"

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

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Tang San's smile froze on his face, and the Hidden Weapon in his hand nearly dropped to the ground from his loss of strength.

"Impossible! How is this possible? Teacher Zhao is the Immovable Wisdom King; even a Soul Emperor would find it hard to break his defense, yet Su Yun..."

Yu Xiaogang's stiff, mask-like face finally failed to hold, his mouth twitching slightly.

That kick hadn't just landed on Zhao Wuji; it felt like a resounding slap to his own face from across the distance.

"Could this kid's power be from a strength-type Martial Soul? No, that was clearly a holy attribute..."

Meanwhile, in the arena, Zhao Wuji felt a burning pain in his back, and the blood in his body surged violently.

He was shocked; how could this kid's attack power be so outrageous?

That golden soul power carried an extremely intense piercing and purifying attribute, actually ignoring thirty percent of his defense!

"Good lad, no wonder you dared to be so arrogant!"

Zhao Wuji turned around, his expression turning ferocious.

"Since that's the case, I won't hold back either! Third Soul Skill, Gravity Enhancement! Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze!"

He was going all out.

However, Su Yun merely looked at him indifferently, his eyes filled with the cold detachment of a judge.

"The first move has passed."

Su Yun slowly raised his right hand, his index finger pointing lightly toward Zhao Wuji.

This time, his first Soul Ring finally faintly emerged.

It was a thousand-year Soul Ring, glowing with a noble purple so deep it was nearly black!

"First Soul Skill, [Spirit Word: Judgment]."

Su Yun's lips parted slightly, spitting out four cold, merciless words:

"You are guilty."

In that instant, the clamor of the entire world seemed to vanish.

Zhao Wuji felt his vision go blank, and then, countless shrill screams exploded in his mind.

Those were the people he had killed in the past, the evils he had committed, and the darkness hidden deep within his heart at Shrek that he had never dared to face.

His mental sea felt as if it had been struck hard by a holy hammer from the nine heavens, and his gathered soul power instantly dissipated.

"Ah—!"

Zhao Wuji clutched his head in agony, his Martial Soul possession state beginning to tremble violently.

Su Yun did not waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His figure flickered, and he instantly closed the distance.

"Second move, third move..."

Su Yun's voice was like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Golden fist shadows wove into a net.

Every one of Su Yun's punches struck precisely at the weakest joints and acupoints of Zhao Wuji's defense.

Golden sacred flames surged into Zhao Wuji's meridians along with the force of the blows, frantically purifying his earth-attribute spirit power.

At this moment, the dignified level-76 Spirit Saint looked like a helpless punching bag before Su Yun, sent flying across the field. His burly frame trembled incessantly within the golden light, and the sound of shattering bones rang out with jarring clarity in the deathly silent village entrance.

"This is what you call a one-sided beating."

Su Yun's figure performed a magnificent turn in mid-air, his final punch coiled and ready.

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

In the distance, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were completely slumped on the ground, their minds blank.

The crushing defeat of Su Yun they had anticipated did not happen.

What happened instead was a miracle they would never be able to comprehend in their entire lives!