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Electrolux, log on!

After taking control of Huo Yuhao's body, the sky suddenly darkened.

Pure black mist surged out from Huo Yuhao's body, spreading in all directions.

It shrouded the entire Soul Fighting Platform.

The light on the Soul Fighting Platform was blocked, plunging it into gloom.

The students in the stands let out a chorus of exclamations.

"Oh, oh, oh! What's going on?"

"Could it be!"

"Does Huo Yuhao still have a trump card?"

"..."

Even the referee teacher instinctively took half a step back.

In the gloom, Huo Yuhao's body slowly floated up from the ground.

His eyes were open, but there was no light in his pupils, only a hollow gray.

An ancient, primitive pressure, carrying the aura of death, emanated from him.

Gu An sat in the stands, watching the darkness in the sky and Huo Yuhao floating in mid-air.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the protagonist; Electrolux has even logged on to play for him."

Leng Yaozhu's brows furrowed slightly, and the spiritual power at her fingertips began to condense once more.

She hadn't intended to intervene again, but now she had no choice.

She absolutely could not let Huo Yuhao turn the tables.

You old thing who has lived for countless millennia, you're already dead, just a wisp of a remnant soul, yet you have the nerve to participate in this freshman assessment match.

Isn't that a bit shameless?

Leng Yaozhu's spiritual power spread out silently.

Her Spirit Domain-level spiritual power pierced into that darkness without a sound.

Electrolux's momentum was still expanding, and the darkness was still spreading.

The next instant.

The darkness recoiled violently, like snowflakes meeting fire.

Huo Yuhao's body, floating in mid-air, suddenly stiffened.

With a "thud," he fell to the ground and lay motionless.

He had fainted.

Sunlight shone back down onto the Soul Fighting Platform.

The Soul Fighting Platform was quiet, with only Huo Yuhao lying on the ground in an abstract posture, his butt stuck in the air, unconscious.

The students in the stands looked at each other in dismay.

That's it?

The display just now was so grand, the sky had turned dark, and the aura had been so intimidating.

And it ended like this?

They really had been let down.

They had been looking forward to it so much, too.

"Boo--"

A chorus of boos erupted from the spectator stands.

"I'm dying of laughter; this has provided me with enough laughs for the whole semester."

"Damn, this group is really here just to be a joke!"

"Too hilarious!"

"Simply the god of gods."

"Where's the god?"

"..."

Dai Huabin stood on the Soul Fighting Platform, looking down at Huo Yuhao sprawled on the ground, the mockery at the corners of his mouth stretching almost to his ears.

"Hahahaha, are you guys clowns sent by monkeys?"

"Are you trying to laugh me to death?"

Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie also covered their mouths and giggled.

No.

Huo Yuhao had fainted, but Wang Dong had not.

She scrambled up from the ground, her school uniform covered in dust and her powder-blue hair a tangled mess.

A trace of blood still hung from the corner of her mouth.

"You!"

"What about me? Do you still want to fight?"

Dai Huabin crossed his arms over his chest, his face full of mockery.

The referee teacher looked at the three of them—one unconscious, two standing.

There was no need for this to continue.

He announced the result directly.

"Freshman Class Five, Dai Huabin's team, wins."

Wang Dong bit her lip and turned to walk off the platform without a word.

Xiao Xiao followed behind her.

The moment the two stepped off the Soul Fighting Platform, they ran straight into Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi's brow was furrowed, her expression incredibly grim.

Her gaze swept over Wang Dong and settled on Xiao Xiao's face.

"Xiao Xiao."

"Why didn't you block the Nether White Tiger's attack? Why didn't you buy time for Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao?"

Xiao Xiao opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Zhou Yi's second interrogation slammed into her.

"Where is your second martial soul? Where is your first soul ring? Why didn't you use them?"

Her voice grew louder, and the students who hadn't yet dispersed stopped in their tracks, looking over toward them.

"Do you have any idea that if you had used your second martial soul's soul skill, the outcome of this assessment might have been different?"

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"I..."

Zhou Yi gave her no chance to speak.

"And another thing, why were you late today? You almost didn't even make it onto the stage."

"Do you think you're so amazing just because you have twin martial souls? Do you think Shrek Academy is begging you to stay?"

Wang Dong stood to the side, her expression equally furious.

She, too, needed an outlet for her frustration.

Losing to Dai Huabin, being swatted down by the Nether White Tiger, and being humiliated in public—when had she, Wang Dong, ever suffered such indignity?

"Xiao Xiao, what is wrong with you?"

"If you could have held on for a little longer, even just a few more seconds, the martial soul fusion skill between Huo Yuhao and me would have been completed."

"You're a two-ring Great Soul Master; can you not even hold out for a few seconds?"

Xiao Xiao raised her head, looking at the two people in front of her.

One was her homeroom teacher, the other her partner with whom she had fought side-by-side for so long.

It was all her fault!

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling as she tried to explain.

"I already did my best."

"I am only a two-ring Soul Master; to block a three-ring Soul Venerable's martial soul fusion skill and hold out for that long..."

"I really did my best."

Zhou Yi ignored her explanation entirely; she simply wanted to vent.

"Your best? I think you were just being passive and lazy."

"Late, refusing to use your second martial soul, and failing to hold your ground on the Soul Fighting Platform."

"With an attitude like that, do you even deserve to be a student at Shrek Academy?"

Wang Dong stood to the side with her arms crossed, watching her coldly without saying a word in her defense.

Tears the size of beans welled up in Xiao Xiao's eyes.

Both of them were blaming her; if this was Shrek, then whoever wanted to stay could stay—she was done with this!

She wiped away her tears and looked at the two of them with a face full of sarcasm.

"You say I didn't do my best, but what were you and Huo Yuhao doing back there?"

"Hiding in the back, holding hands! You didn't do anything at all!"

"And you, you old hag!"

She pointed a finger at Zhou Yi, showing no restraint.

"I didn't attach a soul ring to my second martial soul!"

"Twin martial souls! You wanted me to attach a hundred-year soul ring to my second martial soul!"

"Why should I overdraw my future for a freshman assessment? Why!"

"Why can't I wait until later to attach a ten-thousand-year soul ring!"

"Just because you're my teacher? Just because you're a teacher, you can ruin my future?"

The surroundings fell silent.

The students who had been preparing to leave all stopped in their tracks, turning their heads one by one, mouths agape as they watched the scene.

A twin martial soul genius.

A teacher forcing her to attach a hundred-year soul ring to her second martial soul.

How could they not enjoy this drama?

Whispers spread like a rising tide.

"Twin martial souls? That little girl with green hair has twin martial souls?"

"The teacher told her to add a hundred-year ring to her second martial soul? Is she crazy?"

"A second martial soul for a twin martial soul user should at least start at the thousand-year level, right? A hundred years? Isn't that just pure sabotage?"

"A thousand years? You idiot, it should be at least ten thousand years!"

"Is there something wrong with that teacher's brain?"

Zhou Yi's face had turned completely black.

Her robes billowed without wind, and a tyrannical wave of soul power surged from within her.

Rings of soul light rose from beneath her feet.

Six-ring Soul Emperor.

The soul rings pulsed slowly around her, radiating an oppressive pressure.

"Xiao! Xiao!"

Her voice was squeezed through her teeth.

"How dare you be so disrespectful to your teacher!"

"Shrek Academy does not need a student like you!"

Yan Shaozhe, who had come to watch the match on a whim, looked livid.

"Adding a hundred-year soul ring to a twin martial soul?! This is absolute nonsense!"

He truly hadn't expected Zhou Yi to pull such a stunt.

Mu Jin stood beside Yan Shaozhe, immediately seizing the chance to mock her.

"Dean Yan, you saw it yourself."

"Zhou Yi's teaching methods have always been problematic; she's always expelling students or using corporal punishment."

"Now it's even worse—she almost ruined a twin martial soul genius."

"A person like this isn't fit to be a teacher at all."

"Dean Yan, this matter must be handled seriously; we must give the students an explanation."

But after she finished speaking, she only received cold glares from Yan Shaozhe and Fan Yu.

Mu Jin wisely shut her mouth.

Yan Shaozhe's tone was low.

"Now is not the time to hold Zhou Yi accountable."

"It is time to calm this situation down."

He stood up from his seat.

The reputation of Shrek Academy was far more important than a single student with twin martial souls.

If this matter were to spread, where would Shrek Academy hide its face?

It had to be suppressed first.

As for Zhou Yi's issues, they could be dealt with behind closed doors later.

Just as he prepared to intervene, a slightly immature voice reached the ears of everyone present.

"Is this what Shrek Academy is like?"

"Not only forcing students to overdraw their futures."

"But even attempting to use force to suppress others after being exposed."

Yan Shaozhe's hand froze in mid-air.

Everyone's gaze turned toward the source of the voice.

In the corner.

A handsome boy stood up from his seat.

Behind him stood a stunning woman with hair like a cascading waterfall of red.