Shocking the Entire Shrek Outer Court

Mu Jin lowered her eyes and glanced toward the edge of the platform. Huang Tao had just fallen off and was now lying there like an overturned turtle, grunting for ages without managing to get back up.

She withdrew her gaze and swept her eyes over the students below, who were huddled like turtles with their heads tucked in. Raising a brow, she asked, "Who's next? Or do you want me to call someone out myself?"

The area below the stage was so quiet that a pin dropping could have been heard. The lingering force of that palm strike was still fresh in everyone's minds. Who would dare court disaster now?

Mu Jin did not stand on ceremony. Her gaze flashed as she casually pointed. "Long Yanzu, you're second. Get up here."

Long Yanzu's face instantly stretched longer than a donkey's, every inch of it screaming, This is too hard for me. He dragged his feet, wishing he could turn the ten-meter walk up the steps into a Long March.

After finally inching onto the Soul Fighting Platform, Long Yanzu took a deep breath. Whether it would help or not, he immediately released his martial soul. A Shadow Dragon Brush glowing with dark, inky light appeared in his palm. Eighteenth-rank soul power, with one soul ring.

I'm going all out! Long Yanzu gritted his teeth and charged forward with the brush in hand.

The result was no surprise. He did not even last two moves before that fair, delicate hand lightly swept him aside. Like a kite with its string cut, he flew through the air and landed precisely beside Huang Tao.

The students below nearly had their eyes pop out of their heads. They looked at each other, left with only one thought: What the hell are we supposed to fight with? This isn't sparring at all—it's a crushing difference in levels! Going one-on-one is just asking to be beaten, and even if we all charged together, we'd probably still get flattened.

Mu Jin, standing at the edge of the platform, was also at a loss. What was there left to fight? Was the whole class supposed to take turns offering themselves up?

Just as the entire venue fell silent, that figure who had remained calm all along spoke. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. "Since one-on-one fights are boring, come at me together. All of you join forces, and I'll take you on alone."

The moment those words came out, the crowd exploded.

"Holy crap! Listen to that! Is that even something a human would say?"

"My god, he wants to take on our whole class by himself? Isn't that way too arrogant? Is there any justice left in the world?"

Wufeng's eyes turned red in the crowd. His fists cracked as he clenched them, soul power surging wildly around his body. As an agility-attack-type soul master, he could not stand this kind of dismissive provocation.

Even Ning Tian, who had always been steady and composed as a support-type soul master, had his fighting spirit ignited. Although he was only support, his pride as a young master would not allow him to back down. He had to join this fight!

Mu Jin hesitated for half a second. After weighing the pros and cons, she gritted her teeth. "Fine! Since you've talked so big, I'll grant your wish! The whole class, attack together!"

This time, more than ninety students from the class moved. Aside from the two who were lying there like corpses, the remaining eighty-eight students flooded onto the platform like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The once-spacious Soul Fighting Platform was instantly packed to the brim, with barely any room left to stand.

"Martial souls, possess!"

Multicolored lights flashed dazzlingly. Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, birds, and beasts—everywhere one looked were ordinary martial souls. A sea of gleaming yellow first soul rings filled the platform, while the more eye-catching ones had, at most, two yellow rings.

Only Ning Tian at the center of the crowd stood apart. A Seven-Story Glazed Pagoda floated above his head, its three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—pulsing with light. Its extravagant presence was utterly out of place among this bunch.

"Begin!"

With Mu Jin's command, the battle instantly erupted.

Wufeng charged at the front, Red Dragon soul power surging through his body. He roared, "Young Master, buff me! Take him down!"

Ning Tian changed his hand seals, and the Glazed Pagoda shone brilliantly. Its first and second soul rings flashed one after another as immense boosting power poured into the bodies of everyone present.

"Go! Don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"

Yu Chen stood where he was. Facing the dark mass of people, he did not retreat even a single step. Empty-handed, he strode into the crowd. His movements were plain and unadorned, yet astonishingly efficient.

One punch, one person went down; one kick, one person flew away.

This was not sparring. It was practically an adult beating children.

Mu Jin, watching from below, stared so hard that her eyes seemed frozen in place. Her mouth hung slightly open as she muttered, "Th-this... is he even human? This is ridiculous."

As for the female students by the side, victory or defeat no longer mattered to them. Their eyes were filled with pink stars as they clasped their hands to their chests, completely smitten. "Wow! He's so handsome! That presence is incredible!"

To the male students nearby, this scene was agonizing. They wanted nothing more than to rush up and grind that pretty boy into the ground. It was too discouraging. How were they supposed to chase girls now? There was simply no room for ordinary people in those girls' eyes anymore!

On the Soul Fighting Platform, the melee dragged on for a long while.

Fine beads of sweat finally appeared on Yu Chen's forehead. After all, he was facing wave after wave of opponents, and the physical exertion was enormous. Yet around him, only a dozen or so people were still standing.

Those dozen people were on the verge of collapse, completely traumatized.

"Red Dragon Fire, burn him!"

Wufeng was giving it everything he had. With his martial soul possessing him, flames blazed across his entire body. He let out a roar and launched his final attack.

However, it was completely useless.

As time passed, the Soul Fighting Platform became covered in fallen bodies. They lay scattered everywhere, like corpses across a battlefield.

The last dozen people did not hold out for long either. Ning Tian propped himself up with the Glazed Pagoda, his face as pale as paper as he gasped for breath. His soul power had been completely drained. Wufeng, who had charged at the front, had collapsed directly onto the ground. Even the flames on his body had gone out, and he no longer had the strength to move a finger.

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone looked at the figure still standing tall, left with only one thought: this was a monster from an entirely different world.

Not long after this farcical sparring match ended, Yu Chen's feat of taking on the entire class alone spread through Shrek Academy as if it had grown wings.

From the dean and teachers to the cafeteria aunties, everyone was discussing the matter. His name had truly become famous throughout Shrek.

Shrek Outer Court, Dean's Office.

"What?!"

That shout nearly blew the roof off the dean's office. Even the lids of the teacups on the table rattled loudly from the vibration.

Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Outer Court, sprang up from his leather chair. His usual refined and easygoing image had vanished completely. He stared with wide eyes, his face clearly asking, Did I hear that wrong?

Ever since Yu Chen enrolled, the boy had been nothing less than a record-breaking machine. Anyone with a weak heart would have developed a condition from the shocks he kept delivering.

Thinking back to the new student registration, this kid had revealed a Golden Dragon martial soul right away, along with a terrifying forty-fifth-rank soul power. The teachers in charge of admissions had been scared stiff at the time. Yan Shaozhe had thought that was already the limit, but then what happened?

Soon after, on the Soul Fighting Platform, the brat had beaten Xu Sanshi, one of Shrek's Twin Stars. He had even crushed the other's defense with one hand. That was the Eternal Defense of the Outer Court, yet in Yu Chen's hands, it had been no sturdier than paper.

Even now, the matter was still being talked about fervently in the Inner Court. It had made those little monsters of the Inner Court restless, and they all wanted to come down and see for themselves.

Yan Shaozhe rubbed his aching temples, feeling his blood pressure rise again. "And now he's taking on an entire class alone? Those little brats really can endure. They call themselves elites all day, but when they faced this monster, they got beaten into sieves?"

He took a deep breath, looked at the trembling teacher reporting below him, and waved his hand. His voice was full of helplessness, along with a faint excitement that was hard to detect. "All right, I understand. That kid... he's crazy, but he really is a genius. Have Mu Jin give the injured students some extra compensation. Say it's a spiritual consolation payment from the dean."

"Shrek Academy may be about to change."

Suddenly, Du Weilun rushed in. "Dean, something terrible has happened!"

Yan Shaozhe frowned and reprimanded him. "Why are you panicking? Have you found out what I asked you to investigate?"

"Dean, I checked. I used every connection in Shrek's network to investigate, but... you should see the results yourself."

He handed the files to Yan Shaozhe, who opened them and flipped through several pages.

"You mean Yu Chen's background is completely blank, as if he appeared out of thin air?"

Du Weilun nodded. "Yes, Dean. That's exactly what I mean."

Yan Shaozhe fell into thought. The more he considered it, the more impossible it seemed. There was not even any information about his birth?

Du Weilun interrupted him.

"Dean, could he be a spy sent by an enemy nation? Otherwise, why would his background be completely blank? We can't even find the place where he lived."

Yan Shaozhe nodded, then spoke.

"All right, all right, Du Weilun. You can go now."

After Du Weilun left, Yan Shaozhe was the only one remaining in the office. The more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong, and suspicion gradually took root in his heart.

"Looks like we'll need to convene a Sea God Pavilion meeting and let those old fellows make the call."