Kneel—That's the Posture You Should Have

Yu Chen tilted his head, his tone carrying a touch of innocent curiosity as though he were trying hard to recall the name.

"Oh, I remember now."

He nodded as if suddenly enlightened, then looked at Wang Yan, whose expression was gradually changing, with an even more teasing gaze and drawled:

"It's that... pig farm that only takes in strange and bizarre martial souls, pens them up, and thinks it's raising monsters?"

Boom!

Those words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, striking viciously into the minds of Wang Yan and Huo Yuhao!

A... a pig farm?!

The pride and confidence on Wang Yan's face instantly shattered, replaced by stunned disbelief. Then, that disbelief turned into soaring fury, making his entire face flush the color of pig liver—no, turn livid!

His lips trembled as he pointed at Yu Chen, his entire body shaking. Soul power surged out of control, sending the clutter in the lounge rustling violently.

"You! You... how dare you... how dare you insult the Academy!"

He stammered "you" for ages, too enraged to even form a complete sentence.

Shrek Academy was such a sacred, such a great existence in his heart! It was the ultimate hall of all soul masters, the hope and cornerstone of the continent!

Yet today, this genius youth whom he had admired so greatly and recruited regardless of the rules had actually... actually compared the Academy he took such pride in to a "pig farm"?!

This was an insult!

Wang Yan felt as though his faith had been viciously trampled into the ground before everyone's eyes, then ground beneath someone's heel several times!

But Huo Yuhao's reaction was even more intense!

To Huo Yuhao, Shrek Academy was not merely a holy land for soul masters. It was also the parent who had pulled him, a worthless boy constantly bullied by others, out of the mud and given him a new life and dignity!

He could tolerate others insulting him. He could even tolerate others beating and cursing him.

But he could never tolerate anyone using such filthy words to defile the most sacred sanctuary in his heart!

With a hum, Huo Yuhao felt all the blood in his body rush to his head, and his eyes instantly turned crimson!

Those words, "pig farm," were like a red-hot branding iron searing deep into his soul!

While Teacher Wang Yan was still rendered incoherent by his overwhelming rage, the uncontrollable fury within this youth, who had been little more than a background figure until now, finally erupted!

"I won't allow you to insult Shrek!"

Huo Yuhao suddenly charged out from behind Wang Yan like an enraged young lion. Using all his strength, he pointed at Yu Chen's nose and let out an angry roar.

"If you've got the guts, fight me!"

Wang Yan had been trembling with rage at Yu Chen's words, "pig farm," nearly ready to attack on the spot. Yet Huo Yuhao's roar abruptly made him calm down for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at the youth behind him, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose face was filled with humiliation and fury.

Spirit Eyes martial soul... spiritual attribute.

Although his soul power was only a pitiful Rank 11, spiritual attacks were invisible and formless, making them extremely difficult to guard against!

This kid called "Thunder Dragon" truly possessed monstrously powerful physical combat strength. But he was so young—how strong could his spiritual defenses possibly be?

Perfect!

Let him suffer a hidden loss and witness Shrek's true foundation! Let him understand that in the world of soul masters, brute force alone was not enough!

A cold curve formed at the corner of Wang Yan's mouth as calculation replaced a trace of the fury in his heart. Not only did he not stop him, he even stepped back and yielded the arena to Huo Yuhao.

That tacit approval was the clearest command.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath. The fury in his chest seemed ready to burn away all his reason. Step by step, he walked onto the soul battle platform that had just witnessed a miracle of instant defeat.

He knew he was weak.

Rank 11 soul power would not even make a ripple in the Great Soul Arena.

But he could not retreat!

Behind him lay Shrek's glory! Teacher Wang's dignity!

Hum!

A white soul ring slowly rose from beneath Huo Yuhao's feet.

A ten-year soul ring.

After the battle just now, where even a Soul Elder had been instantly defeated in a single strike, that thin white soul ring looked so laughable, so overconfident.

In the stands, the spectators who had just been stirred into an uproar by the "pig farm" remark now wore strange expressions.

"What's going on? Shrek sent up a little brat like this?"

"A ten-year soul ring? Is this supposed to be a joke? Or is Shrek out of people?"

"Shh... keep it down! That's Shrek! Maybe this kid has some special trump card!"

Amid the discussions, Huo Yuhao had already taken his position opposite Yu Chen.

He stared fixedly at the white-clad figure still reclining lazily on the sofa. That person did not even have the interest to give him a proper glance, as though he were nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust.

That disregard hurt more than any mockery!

Pay the price for your arrogance!

Huo Yuhao roared inwardly. A faint purplish-golden glow suddenly lit up in his eyes!

The Spirit Eyes martial soul activated!

He poured every last bit of his meager soul power into his eyes without reservation, condensing it into the strongest attack he could currently unleash!

"Take this—Spirit Shock!"

Invisible spiritual force became a sharp steel needle, tearing through the air as it shot straight for Yu Chen's brow!

A vicious thrill appeared on Huo Yuhao's face. He seemed to already see the other party clutching his head and screaming in agony, mentally disoriented and utterly miserable beneath his Spirit Shock!

Keep acting arrogant! Keep insulting the Academy!

This is Shrek's method!

In the VIP seats, cold light reflected off Wang Yan's lenses. It worked! At such close range, with such a sudden spiritual attack, even if the opponent were a Soul Ancestor, he would definitely suffer a heavy loss!

However, just as that invisible spiritual needle was about to touch Yu Chen's skin—

Yu Chen finally reacted.

He did not rise. He did not release his martial soul. There was not even the slightest fluctuation of soul power.

He merely... somewhat impatiently lifted his eyelids and glanced in Huo Yuhao's direction.

Just one glance.

BOOM—!!!!

An indescribable terror descended—a pressure originating from the source of one's bloodline, from the peak of one's soul, from the primordial chaos of the universe. It was like a breached dam releasing hundreds of millions of tons of galaxies all at once!

It was not soul power pressure, nor was it the aura of some deity!

It was something older, more fundamental, and more tyrannical! It was as though an ancient chaotic dragon that had slumbered for countless epochs had been disturbed by the buzzing of a fly and unhappily opened one of Its eyes!

The Spirit Shock Huo Yuhao had launched was not even a ripple before that pressure.

It was like a drop of water falling into the boiling core of the sun.