A slightly soiled hem

"Bei Bei, this brat is just itching for a beating! He actually dares to boast like that. Watch how I teach him a lesson today!"

Standing beside Bei Bei, a red-haired boy of about ten saw Chen An—the culprit who had inflicted devastating losses on Shrek Academy from top to bottom—acting with such arrogance.

Furious, he immediately thrust out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched toward Chen An's chest.

Chen An did not even lift his eyelids at the red-haired boy's attack. He simply drove a front kick straight at the boy's chest.

The red-haired boy had rank twenty-three soul power, making him a Soul Grandmaster. Neither he nor Chen An had activated martial soul possession, so this was purely a contest of strength and speed.

Chen An's physique could already withstand a two-thousand-year soul ring and would not have been considered weak even among Soul Elders. Besides, his true self martial soul specialized in close-quarters combat. The red-haired boy lagged far behind him in both strength and speed.

Although the red-haired boy threw his punch first, Chen An struck later and landed first.

The red-haired boy could not even make out Chen An's movements before pain shot through his chest.

With a heavy bang, the red-haired boy spat blood and flew backward like a cannonball.

He smashed three classroom desks to pieces, bounced twice across the floor, and landed sprawled on his back, unconscious.

"Qin Li!"

"This brat actually dared to attack him! Get him! Avenge Qin Li!"

As the red-haired boy lost consciousness, Bei Bei and the others stared at Chen An in fury and immediately activated martial soul possession.

The boys and girls led by Bei Bei were all around nine years old and came from distinguished backgrounds. They were either grandchildren of Titled Douluo elders or children of Inner Court teachers, and some were even descendants of Sea God Pavilion Elders.

Every one of them possessed a formidable martial soul and considerable combat prowess. Their cultivation ranked among the best of their peers, and all were Soul Grandmasters.

Two yellow soul rings rose and shimmered around a black-haired girl behind Bei Bei.

A small, exquisitely crafted compass appeared in her palm, engraved with two brilliant stars.

"Star Compass! First soul skill, Strength Amplification! Second soul skill, Soul Power Amplification!"

With the black-haired girl's amplification, Bei Bei and the others gained twenty percent more strength and soul power, greatly increasing their combat ability.

As Bei Bei activated his blue lightning tyrant dragon martial soul possession, a blue lightning mark appeared on his forehead. His hands transformed into dragon claws covered in scales, looking savage and fierce.

Immediately afterward, a dazzling blue light shone between his brows. It spread across his entire body in an instant, and streaks of blue-violet electricity burst forth like little snakes, writhing around him.

Lightning gathered in Bei Bei's right palm. The high-voltage current formed a dragon-claw-shaped bolt that shot toward Chen An.

Alongside it, a vortex of flames and a wind blade swept toward Chen An's position.

A violent explosion rang out, filling the air with smoke and dust.

By now, everyone in the classroom was watching Bei Bei's group and Chen An.

"Heavens, what a fierce fight! They've even brought out their martial souls."

"Will Bei Bei and the others hurt Chen An?"

"My grandfather said Chen An's talent is incredibly powerful, even greater than that of Du Busi, the Body Sect's sect master. Surely he won't get hurt that easily."

"Bei Bei is Mu En's great-great-grandson, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon has an illustrious reputation. As far as I know, Chen An is very young, only six, and his cultivation is only at the Soul Master level. No matter how talented he is, talent isn't cultivation.

"Three Soul Grandmasters are attacking together, with the Star Compass amplifying them. Chen An definitely isn't their match."

"Go, Bei Bei! Teach that Chen An a good lesson! If it weren't for him, my uncle wouldn't have lost his arm!"

"..."

Just as the students throughout the classroom were cheering Bei Bei on and shouting their support.

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing Chen An.

A purple soul ring rose and shimmered around Chen An's body.

He looked as though he had aged two or three years, changing from a six-year-old child into a young boy.

His black hair had turned silver, and the dense spiritual power swirling in his eyes glowed with a silver light. A layer of dark gold light covered his body.

That dark gold light was Chen An's first soul skill, Dark Gold Transformation!

It could greatly increase his physical strength and defense while also substantially improving his body's resistance to abnormal conditions.

Chen An looked indifferently at Bei Bei and the others, then flicked his slightly soiled hem.

"Is that all you've got? Too weak. You can't even break through my defenses."

Everyone stared at Chen An with wide eyes. They realized he was completely unscathed, with only his hem slightly soiled.

They even wondered whether Bei Bei and the others' soul skills had missed Chen An. But they soon realized something was wrong: the desk and chair Chen An had occupied had been reduced to ash, and the floor was scorched black. That was more than enough to prove just how powerful their attacks had been.

"What's going on? Chen An took all their attacks head-on and wasn't hurt at all?"

"Impossible! Bei Bei and the others have incredibly powerful martial souls. Forget a Soul Master—even a Soul Elder would be seriously injured taking those attacks head-on."

Chen An ignored the students' discussions and merely swept his gaze over Bei Bei and the others.

"It would be rude not to return the favor. You attacked me once, so now it's my turn."

Without waiting for them to react, Chen An unleashed the power in his leg muscles and moved like thunder. He stamped hard enough to crack the floor, then used the recoil, along with his tremendous strength and explosive power, to shoot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. With a whoosh, he appeared right in front of Bei Bei.

Seeing Chen An within arm's reach, Bei Bei's pupils abruptly dilated. Without hesitation, he unleashed his second soul skill, Thunderous Might.

A dense net of electricity erupted around Bei Bei's body as he tried to force Chen An back with the skill.

Chen An grinned. Completely disregarding Bei Bei's second soul skill, he powered through the dense net of electricity and drove a fist toward Bei Bei's lower abdomen.

"Urgh!"

Chen An's punch struck like a locomotive, caving in Bei Bei's stomach. Bei Bei curled up like a shrimp, clutching his belly and vomiting mouthfuls of bile and stomach acid.

The sheer force of Chen An's punch actually lifted him off the ground.

Chen An ground his fist into Bei Bei's lower abdomen like a clay kneading machine, then opened his fist into a palm and shoved hard.

Bei Bei, still suspended in the air, instantly flew backward and slammed into the wall.

The impact drove Bei Bei a foot deep into the wall.

Bei Bei's head rang. The next second, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness.