My Eighteen-Year-Old Self Won't Bully You Thirty-Year-Old Young Soul Masters Either

Hearing that voice, Yin Hongye stopped and turned his head to look her over.

Silver Moon Douluo, Cai Yue'er.

If that name were thrown into the Soul Master world, it would make quite a few people's eyelids twitch. Sixty years ago, she had already been a force to be reckoned with on the continent. She did whatever she pleased, had an eccentric temperament, and every deed she committed was more outrageous than the last, throwing the entire Soul Master world into chaos.

Later, Shrek Academy sent people to bring her back, and she vanished from public view.

Of course, her reputation was not as resounding as Yin Hongye's. After all, ninety percent of the jobs he took were major ones.

He could casually take on someone like Silver Moon Douluo. What was most infuriating was that every time Yin Hongye did something, he always went overboard.

Yin Hongye gave her no face at all, not even bothering with an honorific as he said,

"Old woman, don't block the way. I can lower my demands a little too. I'll let you form a seven-man team. How about it?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the faces of several Shrek students nearby turned green. Challenging every Shrek Academy student under thirty was not enough for him—he was actually taking the initiative to let them team up.

This was no longer a challenge to the school. He wanted to tear down Shrek Academy's signboard and stomp it into the ground.

Cai Yue'er's fingers tightened slightly behind her back. How could she not know Yin Hongye's strength?

Whether they formed a team of seven or seventy, the only difference was whether they would be crushed all at once by one person or beaten through one by one.

This brat was not making concessions at all. He was simply humiliating Shrek Academy in another way.

Yet she still gritted her teeth and nodded. They could not possibly lack even the courage to accept the challenge.

Outside the Heavenly Screen, Yu Xiaogang was the first to sneer. With his arms folded and chin slightly raised, his tone was full of contempt.

"Doesn't know his own limits. Challenging every Shrek Academy student under thirty by himself? What does he think Shrek Academy is?"

Flender pushed up his glasses and shook his head in agreement. "Young and reckless. He'll suffer soon enough. With the talent of their era, the monsters of our Shrek Academy would definitely all be Titled Douluo by thirty. And he wants to fight seven of them."

Liu Erlong was even more direct. She snorted coldly, her eyes filled with disdain. "Once Shrek's students beat him until he's crawling around looking for his teeth, he'll know exactly what he's worth."

The three spoke one after another with utter certainty, as though they had already seen the outcome. Quite a few people nearby said nothing, but their expressions carried some agreement.

At that moment, a gentle voice came from behind the crowd.

"Not necessarily."

Everyone turned around. Ning Fengzhi had arrived at some point and was standing there with a smile, his gaze passing over the crowd and settling on the figure entering Shrek Academy within the Heavenly Screen. "He possessed the combat strength of a Limit Douluo while only being a Super Douluo. At eighteen, isn't it normal for him to be young and reckless?"

Unfortunately, he had no idea that he would soon see a Soul Master carrying a tower.

The sparring arena stood at the very center of Shrek Academy. It was a sunken circular venue with tier upon tier of stands, enough to hold several thousand people.

At that moment, quite a few students who had rushed over after hearing the news were already scattered throughout the stands, their murmuring conversations echoing around the venue.

Yin Hongye's group was led to the eastern side of the arena. He lifted his eyes toward the opposite side, where two people were already standing on the western side.

One of them was a woman.

Her features were delicate and beautiful, giving off a clean and elegant feeling, like mist in the mountains at dawn—neither fighting nor contending, yet impossible to look away from.

Her long dark-green hair flowed down her back, the ends nearly reaching her waist. It made her seem like a stalk of green bamboo standing beside a spring. She was tall and slender, with a reserved temperament. A gentle smile rested on her face, and the light in her eyes was as soft as moonlight.

Simply standing there, she filled the entire arena with a soothing aura of life.

Beside her stood a black-haired man. His white trench coat was impeccably tailored. He was handsome, with sharply defined features, and his black hair was neatly combed back, save for a few loose strands hanging over his forehead. He merely stood there quietly, yet he was impossible to ignore.

Ya Li, Holy Spirit Douluo. Yun Ming, Sky-Cleaving Douluo.

The Sky-Cleaving Douluo was the pillar holding up Shrek Academy's generation.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this the Federation's number one Sky-Cleaving Douluo, and the Holy Spirit Douluo who started slacking off after saving the Federation from the plague? Without me, would you be too lazy to come out of seclusion?"

Yin Hongye swept his gaze across the row opposite him before immediately mocking them.

The Holy Spirit Douluo's mouth twitched. Did Yin Hongye even realize how many incidents he had caused? Sometimes hundreds of people, sometimes thousands, and sometimes even tens of thousands.

All of it was mental damage.

Seeing that no one responded, Yin Hongye stopped wasting words and walked onto the competition stage alone.

He stopped in the center of the arena, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping across the stands before finally settling on Shrek Academy's side.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?"

"Hurry up!"

"Let me see Shrek Academy's strongest lineup."

The instant his words fell, an angry shout exploded from the stands. Long Yeyue sprang up from her seat, her finger nearly stabbing toward the arena. "Yin Hongye! Don't get too arrogant!"

Yin Hongye looked over and saw an old woman. "Old hag, you're an old fossil from two generations ago. Can't you take the lead and die already?"

Long Yeyue flew into a rage at once, cursing viciously, but it did not hurt Yin Hongye in the slightest—he had no morals, yet she was attacking him on moral grounds.

It truly did no damage at all.

Shrek Academy did not delay either. Seven figures emerged from beneath the stands in single file and stepped onto the arena one after another.

At the front was a tall, slender young man with refined features and a gentle, jade-like temperament. He was none other than the inner court's senior disciple, Lan Muzi.

Martial Soul: Yang Wood Blade.

Half a step behind him was Tang Yinmeng, her steps light and graceful, her long hair tied into a ponytail behind her head. It was still long before their appearance in the original story, and the two were still in the dating stage.

She was still his girlfriend, though they were more or less about to get married.

Next came Ning Xue, inheritor of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. She was slender, but the pagoda that appeared in her hand caused someone outside the Heavenly Screen to stiffen slightly.

Twenty thousand years! Was this curse still around?

It had to be a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence.

Ning Fengzhi kept denying the thought in his heart, but for some reason, an extremely dangerous idea had already surfaced in his mind, though he temporarily suppressed it.

He absolutely had to pass down the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Behind Ning Xue stood Yu Wangchuan, broad and powerfully built, the inheritor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

The young man surnamed Xu stood silently in the fifth position. His Martial Soul was the Dark Underworld Tortoise, and he had completed his awakening at the age of twelve. This one had not taken the wrong path.

The final two possessed the Azure Vine Martial Soul and the Ghost Shadow Leopard Emperor Martial Soul respectively.

With that, Shrek Academy's full lineup of students under thirty was assembled, all seven of them seven-ringed Soul Sages.

Seven people and seven Martial Souls stood lined up across the western side of the arena.

But the instant they saw the lineup's strength, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong outside the Heavenly Screen were all stunned. Seven Soul Sages?

You're fighting a Super Douluo?

Are you here to be a joke?

"Are these Shrek Academy's geniuses? They aren't even qualified for me to measure them," Yin Hongye said with a sigh, shaking his head.

"In that case, this eighteen-year-old senior of yours won't bully you thirty-year-old young Soul Masters either."

"I won't use my Martial Soul. How long you can last against me will depend entirely on your luck!"

As he spoke, a killing intent that reached the heavens dyed the entire world red. He stepped forward one pace at a time, completely unconcerned with the other side's strength.

Watching the Heavenly Screen, Tang Hao roared, "That brat is copying me! Those are all my lines!"