Zhou Yi's Injury

Shrek Square.

A flash of blood bloomed, and then a figure was suddenly sent flying backward out of the circle.

With Lin Yan, a Soul Elder whose Spirit Ring had surpassed its limits, present here, countless people were paying attention to this place.

As they watched the elderly female instructor get sent flying by a single blow from Lin Yan's staff, not only were the freshmen watching from the sidelines dumbfounded, but even the referee was stunned.

Bang—

Zhou Yi's body slammed heavily into the ground.

Looking over, they saw her lying on the ground, howling and groaning. The intense pain made her body convulse slightly, while the right side of her chest was completely stained red with blood.

At this sight, many people sucked in a cold breath.

"This—"

As the culprit, even Lin Yan himself was dumbfounded.

He had only wanted to send Zhou Yi flying with all his strength and obtain that Soul Ascension Pill, which was why he had even used his trump card, Thunderous Bagua.

Who could have expected one strike to leave Zhou Yi in such a miserable state?

Looking at the bloody mess of flesh on Zhou Yi's chest, could he have blown that thing up with one strike?

Lin Yan secretly swallowed, keenly realizing that he seemed to have caused trouble.

Zhou Yi, a Soul Emperor, had ended up like this against Lin Yan, a Soul Elder.

Carelessness had been the main reason.

Another reason was that Lin Yan's soul skills and strength had exceeded her expectations.

Especially the Inner Force passive of his second soul skill, Titan's Fury, and the lightning-attribute enhancement of his first soul skill, Thunder Awakening.

Caught off guard, Zhou Yi had been struck by the successive attacks of those two soul skills, causing her body to lose control for a brief moment. That exposed a flaw and gave Lin Yan an opportunity.

Otherwise, even if Lin Yan had used his trump card, there was no way he could have beaten a top-tier Soul Emperor like Zhou Yi into such a state.

Bei Bei quickly walked to Lin Yan's side. Looking at the disheveled Zhou Yi, a trace of shock appeared in his eyes as well. "Cousin, that move of yours was pretty strong. Even a Soul Emperor couldn't block it."

Lin Yan gave an awkward laugh, but from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Zhou Yi's twisted face as she slowly climbed to her feet like an out-of-control vengeful ghost.

"Crap!"

Lin Yan looked around, then hurriedly pulled Bei Bei behind the referee.

While the referee was still puzzled by his sudden action, Zhou Yi's furious voice arrived, accompanied by the terrifying aura of a Soul Emperor.

"You little bastard, come out and die!"

Zhou Yi gritted her teeth. The pain in her chest made her wish she could immediately hack Lin Yan into eight pieces on the spot.

Lin Yan looked at the referee and said solemnly, "Referee, you saw it just now. I followed the rules of the match from start to finish. I didn't break any rules. This teacher lost because she wasn't skilled enough, and now she's breaking the rules to take revenge on me. You can't just stand by and do nothing."

"Uh..."

The referee was momentarily left speechless.

The wording might have been rough, but the reasoning was sound. Although Lin Yan's attack had been a little vicious, there was indeed nothing wrong with what he said. He truly had not broken any rules.

Thinking of this, the referee showed a helpless expression. He then looked toward Zhou Yi, and the bloody mess on her chest made his eyelid twitch.

"Brat, of all places to hit, you had to hit there!"

The referee glared at Lin Yan before clearing his throat and looking at Zhou Yi. "Teacher Zhou, calm down. This child may have hit a little too hard, but he truly didn't break any rules. As a teacher, how can you take the lead in destroying the rules and seek revenge in violation of them?"

"Move aside. I can't calm down!"

Zhou Yi's eyes were wide with rage. Her furious gaze was practically about to turn into tangible flames and burn Lin Yan to death.

The referee frowned. "No. I have to stop you. So many people are watching. What you're doing is trampling on our academy's reputation. If everyone acted like you, there would be no need to hold these matches in the future."

Faced with the referee's righteous words, Zhou Yi, whose mind had been clouded by fury, clearly could not care less.

She erupted directly. Two yellow, two purple, and two black Spirit Rings rose around her at once.

Seeing this, the referee hurriedly called out to those nearby, "Stop watching the show and come over! Restrain her first and make her calm down."

Powerful soul power fluctuations erupted. Though Zhou Yi was formidable, the other instructors of Shrek Academy were not pushovers.

As teachers of Shrek Academy, they naturally attached great importance to the academy's reputation and honor.

Although Lin Yan's underhanded strike had left them rather speechless as well, they would not simply watch as the enraged Zhou Yi trampled on Shrek Academy's reputation before so many witnesses.

With the referee and instructors working together, more than ten Soul Emperors joined forces and subdued the furious Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye.

"You take Zhou Yi to the infirmary for treatment. I'll take these children to see the director. The director should decide how this matter is to be handled."

Afterward, two referees forcibly took the subdued Zhou Yi away.

Lin Yan and Bei Bei followed the referee into a teaching building.

Although Tang Ya had barely had any presence in the match, she had been on the same team as Lin Yan and Bei Bei, so she was brought along as well.

Seeing Lin Yan remain silent, Bei Bei comforted him. "Cousin, it's fine. We didn't break any rules. If anyone is to blame, it's her for not being skilled enough. I believe the academy will be fair."

"Mm."

Lin Yan nodded.

Bei Bei's great-grandfather was the master of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy. With that connection, Lin Yan truly had nothing to worry about at Shrek Academy.

Before long, the group of four entered an office on the top floor of the teaching building.

Inside the room sat a middle-aged man in white robes, his hair combed exceptionally neatly.

He was Du Weilun, the dean of instruction for Shrek Academy's Outer Court.

Shrek Academy was divided into the Inner Court and the Outer Court.

The various deans focused primarily on the Inner Court, while most Outer Court matters were handled by this dean of instruction. As such, he possessed considerable authority.

After learning the full course of events from the referee, Du Weilun frowned, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He then swept his gaze over Lin Yan and the other two. "These three children injured Zhou Yi?"

"Mm."

The referee nodded and replied, "Director Du, it's true. Teacher Zhou Yi was probably careless, which was why she got hurt. Director, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

"This..."

Du Weilun revealed a hesitant expression. For a moment, even he found himself in a difficult position.

Seeing this, Lin Yan immediately spoke up. "Teachers, we followed the rules throughout the match and didn't break any rules. You can't punish us just because we're strong and accidentally injured a teacher, can you?"

"Exactly!"

Bei Bei and Tang Ya nodded beside him.

Du Weilun's expression was full of strangeness and helplessness upon hearing that.

If it had been an ordinary injury, he naturally would not have hesitated. He certainly would not argue with three children.

But according to the referee, Zhou Yi's chest had been beaten into a bloody mess. Given her personality, she would definitely go mad over this.

Just as Du Weilun was feeling a headache coming on, a tall figure barged into the office, not even bothering to knock.

This man had broad shoulders and a sturdy build, with thick brows, large eyes, and an exceptionally stern temperament.

However, his brows were currently furrowed, and the gloom and fury in his eyes could not be concealed.

His sudden intrusion immediately drew the attention of everyone in the office.

"Teacher Fan Yu, why are you here?"

Du Weilun looked at the newcomer, rose to his feet, and asked instinctively.