"I'm going to kill you!"
Wang Dong was both embarrassed and furious, lunging at him like a crazed little lioness.
Huo Yuhao had already been prepared. He sidestepped.
He reached back, grabbed her, and turned with the motion, his arms crossing with precision.
The same familiar formula.
The same familiar move.
Seven-Day Love Lock.
Wang Dong's hands were once again firmly pinned behind her chest. She was forced to turn around, her back pressed against Huo Yuhao's chest once more.
This farce, caused by someone changing clothes without locking the door, ended without suspense.
Wang Dong's cheeks flushed red with anger as she stomped her feet repeatedly.
But there was truly nothing she could do.
Without using Soul Power or soul skills, relying solely on basic physical ability, she was simply far inferior to Huo Yuhao, who had undergone inhuman training.
She could not break free.
If she directly unleashed her Soul Power,
then once the Light Goddess Butterfly's power spread out, this shabby dormitory would definitely fall apart on the spot.
Not only would she have to compensate for damaged school property, she would also face disciplinary action from the Academic Affairs Office.
She took several deep breaths.
Wang Dong could only give up struggling in humiliation, snorting coldly as she turned her head away.
The next day.
The morning was still filled with boring theory lessons.
That afternoon, at Shrek Square.
The students of Freshman Class One stood in several neat rows.
Zhou Yi stood at the front of the formation, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire class.
"This afternoon, we'll be conducting a practical combat assessment."
Zhou Yi's voice was hoarse and stern.
"We'll also select our class monitor. The assessment will use a one-on-one elimination format. Whoever wins to the end will be the official class monitor."
As soon as those words were spoken,
the atmosphere in the formation instantly grew heated.
Being class monitor at Shrek Academy was no simple title. It also meant becoming familiar to the teachers and perhaps even receiving a greater share of resources.
All the freshmen were eager to give it a try.
However.
Huo Yuhao stood among the crowd with a blank expression, even openly yawning.
If he had only been a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old high school student before transmigrating, at the age when hot blood ran high, perhaps he would have fought until his head bled for the empty title of class monitor.
But unfortunately, Huo Yuhao had already been a college student with mature values when he transmigrated.
Class monitor.
That was nothing more than a premium-grade workhorse.
Normally, he would have to deal with all the class's nonsense, run errands, and do odd jobs. It was thankless work.
Not to mention that their homeroom teacher was an old monster like Zhou Yi.
He would even have to report to that unreasonable old woman every day.
He would have to be insane to fight for that position.
Beside him,
Wang Dong looked entirely different.
Her eyes lit up with excitement. She even subtly turned her head and sneered at Huo Yuhao.
A practical combat assessment.
Didn't that mean she could finally use her Martial Soul and soul skills openly, then beat this bastard senseless without holding back?
Sensing her gaze, Huo Yuhao simply chose to ignore her.
He casually looked over the other students in the class.
Then he completely lost interest in continuing.
There were over a hundred students in the class, and almost all of them were one-ring Soul Masters.
Their Soul Power generally hovered around levels seventeen and eighteen.
There were barely even a few two-ring Soul Grandmasters. The overall quality was truly hard to praise.
Since his own classmates were so weak,
Huo Yuhao simply shifted his gaze and began observing the other classes currently training on the field.
Very soon,
his gaze stopped in one direction.
At the position of Freshman Class Nine, two conspicuous girls were sparring together in the field.
One of them had short golden hair.
She carried herself with graceful elegance, holding a dazzling seven-story pagoda in her hand.
It was a top-tier support Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Standing in front of the golden-haired girl and taking the hits was a tall, slender girl with fiery red short hair.
After the red-haired girl used Martial Soul Possession,
her arms were directly covered in dense crimson dragon scales, her hands transformed into sharp dragon claws, and blazing flames rose around her body. Her fighting style was fierce and violent.
They were Ning Tian and Wu Feng.
Huo Yuhao rubbed his chin.
His impression of this master-and-servant pair was far too deep.
Not because their strength was particularly outstanding.
But because of that absurdly wild plot from the later parts of the original story.
When he had first read about Valley of Love Inquiry, he had only been twelve.
Two perfectly normal young girls had their biological structures forcibly rewritten by the manipulations of some god king who did not do decent things.
Ning Tian lost her "ghost blessing" and received a "ghost carving."
Then, relying on that brand-new setup, she finally got her wish and ended up with Wu Feng.
What kind of goddamn insane bullshit was that?
That plot had delivered an enormous shock to Huo Yuhao's tiny young mind.
But setting aside that melodramatic nonsense.
Ning Tian's talent was genuinely formidable.
At only eleven years old, she had already broken through to level thirty-one and become a powerful support-type Soul Elder.
That absurd rate of advancement.
Even among the so-called first-generation Shrek Seven Monsters from ten thousand years ago, it would have been enough to pin that proud Ning Rongrong to the ground and rub her face in the dirt.
She had great talent and a fairly clear head as well.
Other than her poor luck in the original story, where she failed to latch onto the protagonist, there was almost nothing to criticize.
"Next group."
"Huo Yuhao versus Chen Fei."
Zhou Yi's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Huo Yuhao back from his thoughts.
With both hands in his pockets, he walked unhurriedly to the center of the field.
Opposite him,
stood a boy with a somewhat small but agile build.
Level seventeen, an agility attack-type weapon Martial Soul Soul Master.
Zhou Yi stood not far away with a clipboard in hand.
"Prepare. Begin."
As soon as she finished speaking,
a yellow Centennial Soul Ring immediately appeared beneath Chen Fei's feet.
A short dagger gleaming with cold light instantly appeared in his palm.
He stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, lowering his center of gravity as he prepared to charge.
Huo Yuhao remained standing calmly in place.
Yellow, white.
One yellow and one white Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.
When Chen Fei saw that white Ten-Year Soul Ring,
he first froze, then an obvious sneer of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A useless ten-year ring.
That was it?
This kid had run so fiercely yesterday, but he turned out to be trash.
Chen Fei hesitated no longer and directly pushed his Soul Power to full force.
His speed suddenly surged, and he sprinted straight at Huo Yuhao like a gust of wind.
Huo Yuhao did not even change his stance.
Among those of the same level, control-type Soul Masters naturally countered agility attack-type Soul Masters.
Not to mention that his true spiritual power was enough to crush everyone present.
When Chen Fei was less than three meters away from him,
a faint silver gleam suddenly lit up in Huo Yuhao's clear, tranquil eyes.
The white second Soul Ring beneath his feet
suddenly shone brightly.
Fifth Soul Skill, Mental Telekinesis.
Boom!
A suffocatingly immense invisible pressure instantly erupted from Huo Yuhao's mind, transforming into a tangible crushing weight that slammed down viciously.
The air let out a muffled explosive roar.
Chen Fei did not even have time to react.
He only felt as though a small iron mountain had crashed directly onto his shoulders.
Bang!
Chen Fei's knees slammed heavily into the stone pavement.
His entire body was pressed face-down onto the ground by that invisible pressure in an utterly miserable posture.
No matter how desperately he urged his Soul Power to resist, he could not break free.
That telekinetic force was like pig iron welded to his back, crushing him so hard that even lifting a finger became an impossible hope.
"I... I surrender..."
Chen Fei's face was deathly pale. Drenched in sweat, he forced out his surrender through clenched teeth.
The battle ended at light speed.
The entire process had taken less than three seconds.
The silver light faded from Huo Yuhao's eyes, and the crushing pressure vanished without a trace.
The entire field fell silent.
The freshmen who had been waiting to watch a joke all widened their eyes, their mouths hanging open in shock for a long while.
Not far away, Zhou Yi
suddenly tightened her fingers around her pen.
She stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, while stormy waves surged within her seasoned eyes.
Spiritual power.
It was pure, immense spiritual power.
An eleven-year-old two-ring freshman not only possessed the foundation to project his spiritual power externally, but could even use a soul skill to materialize it for physical suppression?
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