Is Teacher Zhou Going to Expel Me?

On the lawn.

The air in the field seemed to have frozen.

Those three bizarre battles just now had completely overturned everyone's understanding of ten-year trash soul rings.

Before this.

The freshmen of Class One had nearly all reached a consensus.

That was, the position of class monitor would definitely be decided between Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao, who possessed thousand-year soul rings.

As for everyone else, at most they could compete for vice monitor.

But now.

That consensus had wavered.

The way most freshmen looked at Huo Yuhao had changed from initial disdain to deep wariness.

This kid was practically a bottomless pit.

Not only did he not need to get close, he did not even need to make any obvious movements to leave his opponents wishing they were dead.

Who would not be rattled by such a bizarre method?

Many people began calculating in secret.

If Huo Yuhao really faced those two monster girls, perhaps he could genuinely suppress them with those bizarre methods of his.

The Class One monitor position might really fall into this guy's hands.

Wang Dong stood nearby, her pink-blue eyes filled with vigilance.

Though she was unwilling to admit it, she had to admit that if she faced Huo Yuhao's underhanded tricks, she would probably be in trouble too.

No matter how powerful the Light Goddess Butterfly martial soul was, if she carelessly fell for his tricks, she might end up rolling her eyes and foaming at the mouth in public.

That would be utterly humiliating.

Just as the freshmen of Class One were filled with anticipation and apprehension,

Zhou Yi's voice rang out again.

"Next group."

"Huo Yuhao versus Zhao Ming."

Zhao Ming's face instantly went pale when his name was called, and his legs began shaking uncontrollably.

He slowly shuffled to the center of the field, even his hand trembling as he summoned his martial soul.

After seeing what had happened to the previous few people, all he could think about was the miserable sight of himself foaming at the mouth in a moment.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what outrageous method Huo Yuhao would use this time.

Then.

Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely to the center of the field.

He did not even release his martial soul.

He simply raised one hand and called out expressionlessly.

"I concede."

His voice was not loud.

Yet it was exceptionally clear across the silent field.

At that moment, the entire field fell dead silent.

Everyone stood frozen, staring wide-eyed at the boy who showed no fighting spirit at all.

What was going on?

He conceded?

This guy was absurdly strong. Beating those people just now had been as easy as drinking water, yet he actually took the initiative to concede now?

Zhao Ming on the opposite side was dumbfounded as well.

He had even prepared himself to lie on the ground and convulse.

And now his opponent had surrendered outright?

That was completely against the script.

Huo Yuhao lowered his hand, utterly ignoring the ghostlike looks around him.

What a joke.

Be class monitor?

Whoever wanted a position where they were worked like a top-tier beast of burden every day and still had to put up with that old hag could have it.

His mind was filled with how to organize materials in the library and establish a foundational theoretical system for martial souls.

How could he have time to waste energy on a childish practical assessment like this?

However.

Huo Yuhao wanted to leave.

Zhou Yi was not having it.

An unimaginably terrifying pressure erupted from Zhou Yi's body in an instant.

The freshmen around the previously quiet lawn all shuddered in unison, pressed down by that formidable aura until they barely dared breathe.

Zhou Yi's face darkened.

The wrinkled old face had turned completely cold.

She stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, undisguised anger seeping through her hoarse voice.

"Huo Yuhao, what did you say?"

"There have never been students in my class who voluntarily concede."

The old hag was truly angry.

In her eyes, this was blatant passive resistance and grave contempt for the practical assessment.

The surrounding freshmen were all terrified.

Xiao Xiao, standing some distance away, could not help frowning slightly as well.

She knew Teacher Zhou's temperament very well. This teacher known as the Monster Teacher had ruthlessly expelled several students just that morning.

Huo Yuhao had contradicted her so directly. This was going to be serious trouble.

Faced with Zhou Yi's terrifying pressure, enough to make an ordinary freshman's legs go weak, Huo Yuhao did not even blink.

Huo Yuhao did not even blink.

He stood where he was, raised his head to meet Zhou Yi's icy gaze, his expression incomparably calm.

"Is Teacher going to expel me, then?"

"You can do it right now."

Boom.

The entire field exploded into an uproar.

The freshmen sucked in a sharp breath.

If his concession just now had left people bewildered, then this sentence was like tossing a grenade into a powder keg.

Holy shit.

That was way too bold.

No matter how bizarre this kid's methods were, he was only a two-ring Grand Soul Master.

Yet he was facing a six-ring assault-system Soul Emperor—and his homeroom teacher, who held the power of life and death in her hands.

How did this guy dare?

Quite a few people screamed wildly in their hearts.

They had thought Title Douluo were already peerless beneath heaven, but they never expected someone to be even bolder than a Title Douluo.

What sect had produced this deranged disciple?

Did he not even know how the word death was written?

Wang Dong grew anxious too.

As she watched Huo Yuhao's calm, unconcerned appearance, her scalp nearly exploded.

Was this bastard insane?!

Had he forgotten the people who had been ordered to get lost from the field yesterday morning?

Without any hesitation.

Wang Dong quickly stepped forward, grabbed Huo Yuhao's sleeve, and tugged it hard twice.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Wang Dong lowered her voice, her pink-blue eyes full of anxiety.

"That old hag really expels people. Is there water in your brain?!"

Though this guy often made her so angry that she stomped her feet.

For some reason.

The thought of Huo Yuhao being expelled at once and packing up to leave made her panic terribly.

She did not want to be left alone in this class full of lunatics.

Huo Yuhao glanced at Wang Dong.

He casually curled his lip and did not take back what he had just said.

Since he dared say it, he naturally had confidence.

Although Shrek advocated perverse high-pressure education, at its core it was still a place that revered the strong and valued talent above all else.

Xiao Xiao stood quietly among the crowd, watching the boy who dared confront a teacher head-on.

The person Ju Zi valued was indeed extraordinary.

She knew that someone with such strength could never be frightened by the word expulsion.

At the edge of the field.

Zhou Yi stared fixedly into Huo Yuhao's clear eyes.

There was no fear.

No panic.

There was not even the slightest hint of apprehension in the eyes of this eleven- or twelve-year-old child.

Was she really going to expel him?

The moment that thought surfaced in Zhou Yi's mind, she crushed it without hesitation.

Of course not.

Others had not understood those few practical battles just now, but she had vaguely seen through them.

That bizarre method, which required no conventional soul power eruption and was completely unfettered by traditional soul rings and soul skills.

Combined with that astonishingly vast spiritual power.

This was absolutely a peerless super monster.

Throughout Shrek's history, such monsters had all been extraordinarily gifted geniuses, exceedingly rare.

They were far beyond what a mere freshman homeroom teacher like her could casually touch.

They held each other's gaze for over ten seconds.

The surrounding freshmen trembled in fear.

Finally.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the stifled frustration in her eyes.

In this silent confrontation, she was the first to lower her head.

"The match continues."

Four simple words.

As that order fell, all the freshmen present sucked in another sharp breath.

She had compromised.

That Monster Teacher, who expelled people at the slightest disagreement, had actually swallowed her anger in front of a freshman.

Huo Yuhao stopped while he was ahead. Too lazy to say anything more, he let Wang Dong pull him to the edge of the field.

Wang Dong patted her chest and let out a long breath of relief.

Then she shot him a vicious glare.

"You got lucky."

Huo Yuhao ignored her.

The assessment continued.

With Huo Yuhao gone, the matches returned to the usual pathetic squabbling between ordinary freshmen.

Half an hour later.

The preliminaries and semifinals had all ended.

Without any suspense.

The two people standing in the middle of the field for the final match were Class One's two strongest monsters.

"The final."

Zhou Yi held her clipboard, expressionless.

"Wang Dong versus Xiao Xiao."