Soaring Emotional Value

"If we catch the instant this kid attacks, we can hit him."

Zhao Youji had an immense wealth of combat experience, so he had picked up on some of the workings behind Yang Lin's "invincible defense."

Yang Wushuang's mouth twitched. Easier said than done.

The kid utterly outclassed them in both speed and strength. How the hell were they supposed to seize that one instant?

Just as Yang Lin was about to move in and finish the job, an enormous pair of Scissors came hurtling toward him, carrying the Thousand Demon Daggers.

He easily sidestepped them, then tilted his head to dodge Seven's incoming punch.

Yang Lin swiftly reached out and caught his entire arm, intending to slam him hard into the ground with a shoulder throw.

But Seven, already airborne and on the verge of being thrown, relied on his formidable physique to twist around quickly,

planting a foot against Yang Lin's chest and using it to spring into the air. Then he extended his right hand, and the Thousand Demon Daggers landed in his grasp.

Next, splitting his attention between two tasks, he activated his other Martial Soul, Scissors.

Purple, purple, black-three Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.

The enormous pair of Scissors multiplied from two to four, then to eight.

Each pair spun at high speed as they circled Seven.

"Go!"

As that icy command fell,

the eight pairs of Scissors streaked toward Yang Lin, trailing blue-green flames as they slashed at him.

Still airborne, Seven gripped the saber's hilt with both hands and brought it down. Beneath the incredulous gazes of everyone present,

The blade of the Thousand Demon Daggers rapidly lengthened. By the time it neared the White-Haired Boy, it was almost ten meters long.

Thanks to Limitless, Yang Lin paid absolutely no attention to the Scissors relentlessly attacking all around him.

The instant he saw Seven swing the saber, he dodged sideways.

BOOM!!!

The slash carved a saber scar over ten meters long into the Examination Area's ground.

"You can do that? Using two Martial Souls at once-just how underhanded can you get?"

Yang Lin sighed in amazement.

An ordinary person probably would have had no way to withstand a combination like that.

The continuous attacks from the eight pairs of Scissors effectively pinned the target in place.

That made the slash almost guaranteed to hit.

Unless they forced their way through the blockade of eight rapidly spinning pairs of Scissors.

But doing so would almost certainly leave them severely injured.

Only Yang Lin's Limitless spared him; otherwise, even he would have found it somewhat troublesome.

Once he had finished marveling, he charged toward the other teachers at top speed.

He would knock them out of the arena first, then face Seven head-on.

When the audience saw that all the teachers had been knocked out and only two students remained, their emotions would surely soar even higher!

During his charge, Yang Lin took a quick look at his Emotional Value.

Good lord, it was already approaching nine hundred thousand, and its growth showed no signs of slowing as it raced toward the million mark.

He immediately spent one hundred thousand Emotional Value to raise his storage limit.

If he did not raise it quickly, he would end up wasting quite a bit of Emotional Value.

Watching Yang Lin rush toward them, Zhao Youji knew there was no avoiding him.

He charged straight at the White-Haired Boy, his arms seemingly swelling another full size as he roared:

"You want a fight? Then let's fight!"

Then he took a Black Flash!

The broad-backed, burly Zhao Youji went flying backward even faster than he had charged.

But to avoid embarrassing himself further, he forcibly swallowed the bloody froth he was about to spit out.

Yang Wushuang's eye twitched. Then he quietly dodged aside, making no attempt to catch Zhao Youji as he flew back.

Zhao Youji: How can you be so selfish!

"What are you babbling about? Take a Black Flash first, then talk."

Yang Lin rolled his wrist, then looked toward Yang Wushuang and the other two teachers.

Incidentally, one of those teachers was a food-type Soul Master whose Martial Soul was cured sausage.

"Teacher Yang... do you need me to send you out?"

Yang Lin was smiling, but to Yang Wushuang, his words sounded like a demon's whisper.

After looking at the rather miserable Zhao Youji, he wisely followed his heart and left the Examination Area of his own accord.

The other two teachers were far weaker than Yang Wushuang, so naturally, they both conceded as well.

By now, only a little over five minutes had passed.

All five teachers were already out, and two of them had been brutally blasted out of the Examination Area by the White-Haired Boy's fists, punch after punch.

It had been sheer overwhelming force.

Only Seven in his purple outfit and Yang Lin in his black short-sleeved shirt remained in the arena.

They stood on opposite sides, pale blue eyes meeting scarlet ones.

The spectators had originally thought the purple-clad youth would be the first to go. They had never expected him to last until the end.

And that smooth little combination he had just unleashed had truly opened quite a few eyes.

"Wait, you're telling me this guy's a fucking three-ring Soul Elder? Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a Soul Saint."

"Holy shit, you've got to be kidding... that junior, Yang, knocked two teachers out with just two punches. What kind of monster has joined our academy?"

"And that guy in purple-his saber is so damn cool. Its power is ridiculous too. There's still a deep saber scar in the ground."

"Am I the only one who noticed the purple-clad guy's Soul Rings? Can a first Soul Ring really be a thousand-year one?"

The instant all five teachers were eliminated, the previously rather quiet spectator stands erupted into heated discussion.

Some marveled, some were bewildered, and some rubbed their thighs...

None of that stopped Yang Lin and Seven from continuing their battle.

Almost the instant their eyes met, they hurtled toward each other at tremendous speed.

Relying on his beastlike instincts, Seven dodged Yang Lin's heavy, powerful punch.

Then he reversed his grip on the saber and slashed upward.

Sensing that cold gleam, Yang Lin leaned back slightly, the tip of the saber passing almost flush against his chin.

They exchanged forty or fifty rounds like that, leaving the spectators below dazzled.

"Got you!"

Seizing an opening in Seven's defenses, Yang Lin swiftly caught his saber-wielding wrist and twisted hard.

The Thousand Demon Daggers fell in response.

Then the two fought barehanded for another seventy or eighty rounds.

Almost every punch struck flesh, making the spectators' blood surge.

"Shit, Old Yang, is that white-haired brat holding back? How come he finished us off in one or two punches?"

Watching the two still trading punches and kicks, Zhao Youji spoke with some frustration.

Yang Wushuang glanced at him without a word.

Time to wrap this up...

Yang Lin thought to himself. By now, he had earned more or less enough Emotional Value.

If they kept fighting, sooner or later the students would realize the match was staged.

It was time to end all of this with a big move.

They exchanged one final punch, both retreating several dozen steps.

Yang Lin let out a soft laugh:

"Haha, against someone like you, physical strength alone really isn't enough to win. This round goes to you. Now... I'm getting serious."

As he spoke, three black Soul Rings began to appear beneath his feet.

"Cursed Technique Lapse-Blue, maximum output!"