Zhou Yi Is Going to Expel Me?

On the lawn.

The air in the arena had grown somewhat frozen.

Those three bizarre battles had completely overturned everyone's understanding of useless ten-year Soul Rings.

Before this,

the first-year students of Class One had almost all reached a consensus.

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 the position of vice monitor.

But now,

that consensus had been shaken.

The way most of the new students looked at Huo Yuhao had changed from initial contempt 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 confused when facing such an eerie method?

Many people began calculating in secret.

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

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

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

Although she did not want to admit it, she had to acknowledge that if she faced Huo Yuhao's dirty tricks, she might not fare much better.

No matter how powerful the Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul was, if she carelessly fell for it, she might end up rolling her eyes and foaming at the mouth in front of everyone.

That would be utterly humiliating.

Just as the Class One freshmen were caught between 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 trembling uncontrollably.

He shuffled toward the center of the field, even his hand for summoning his Martial Soul shaking.

With the previous few as examples, 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.

But then,

Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets and leisurely walked 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 on the silent field, it sounded exceptionally clear.

At that moment, the entire field fell dead silent.

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

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 was actually voluntarily conceding now?

Zhao Ming, standing opposite him, was dumbfounded as well.

He had even prepared himself to lie on the ground convulsing.

And now his opponent had simply surrendered?

What the hell? That was not how this was supposed to go.

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

What a joke.

Becoming class monitor?

Whoever wanted a position where they got worked like a mule every day and still had to put up with that old hag could have it.

Right now, all he could think about was going to the Library to organize information and establish a foundational Martial Soul theory system.

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 utterly terrifying pressure instantly erupted from Zhou Yi's body.

On the previously quiet lawn, the surrounding freshmen all shuddered in unison, crushed by that powerful aura until they barely dared breathe.

Zhou Yi's face darkened.

Her wrinkled old face had become completely cold.

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

"Huo Yuhao, what did you just say?"

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

The old hag was genuinely angry.

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

The surrounding freshmen were all terrified.

Not far away, Xiao Xiao could not help knitting her brows slightly.

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

With Huo Yuhao confronting her so directly, this was going to be serious trouble.

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

Huo Yuhao did not even blink.

He stood where he was, raised his head, and met Zhou Yi's cold gaze, his expression calm to the extreme.

"Then is Teacher going to expel me?"

"You can do it right now."

Boom.

The entire field erupted.

The freshmen collectively sucked in a breath of cold air.

If conceding just now had left people baffled, then this sentence was like throwing a grenade into a powder keg.

Holy shit.

That was way too fierce.

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

The person he was facing was a six-ring assault-type Soul Emperor, as well as the 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 Titled Douluo were already unmatched beneath heaven, but who would have expected someone even bolder than a Titled Douluo?

Just which sect had produced such a freakish disciple?

Did he not even know how to write the word "death"?

Wang Dong grew anxious too.

Looking at Huo Yuhao's calm and indifferent expression, her scalp nearly exploded.

Is this bastard insane?!

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

Without any hesitation,

Wang Dong strode 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. Did water get into your brain?!"

Although this guy often angered her until she was hopping mad.

For some reason,

the thought of Huo Yuhao being expelled and immediately 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 his reasons.

Although Shrek advocated a perverse, high-pressure education system, at its core, it was still a place that revered strength 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 Sister Ju Zi valued was indeed no ordinary person.

She knew that someone with such strength could not possibly 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.

Even in the eyes of this eleven- or twelve-year-old child, she could not find the slightest hint of apprehension.

Should she really expel him?

The moment that thought arose in Zhou Yi's mind, she ruthlessly crushed it.

Of course not.

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

Those bizarre methods that did not rely on conventional Soul Power eruptions and were completely unrestricted by traditional Soul Rings and soul skills.

Combined with that astonishingly immense spiritual power.

He was undoubtedly an unprecedented super monster.

Throughout Shrek's history, such monsters had all been exceptionally gifted figures, extraordinarily rare.

They were far beyond the kind of person a mere freshman homeroom teacher like her could casually touch.

They stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

The surrounding freshmen were trembling 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 will continue."

Just four simple words.

As that order fell,

all the freshmen on the field sucked in another breath of cold air.

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 knew when to stop. 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 sigh of relief.

Then she shot him a vicious glare.

"Consider yourself lucky."

Huo Yuhao ignored her.

The assessment continued.

With Huo Yuhao no longer participating, the matches returned to the normal rookie squabbles of ordinary freshmen.

Half an hour later,

both the preliminary rounds and semifinals had ended.

Without any suspense,

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

"The final."

Zhou Yi held her record board, expressionless.

"Wang Dong versus Xiao Xiao."