Beating Up Zhou Yi
"Xiao Xiao!"
Wang Dong stood to the side, his eyes filled with anxiety.
But there was nothing she could do. She dared not interfere in the matter easily, and it was even more impossible to rely on the power of the Clear Sky Sect. She had not yet figured out the secrets hidden by the gods within her and her two great-grandfathers. How could she dare to continue to rely on the Clear Sky Sect? She didn't even have time to draw a line.
This is also why she endured the shame and insisted on having that guy massage her back a few days ago.
But... that guy took the bribe and didn't do anything!
She was so angry she wanted to smother him with a blanket in the middle of the night.
"Thump~"
Xiao Xiao finally exhausted her strength, staggered, and knelt on the ground, struggling to keep her extremely weak body from collapsing.
Under the dual torment of mind and body, the girl finally could not bear it any longer and was about to fall to the ground.
"Xiao Xiao!"
Wang Dong'er exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to help her up.
The armor, weighing over fifty pounds, made her body tremble. Wang Dong looked at Xiao Xiao, who was almost fainting, with anger and heartache in her pink-blue eyes, unable to imagine how she had endured for so long...
An eleven-year-old Support System girl, unable to rely on any Soul Power, ran nearly twenty kilometers while carrying a load of over forty kilograms.
"Get out of my way! She's not dead yet!" Zhou Yi strode over in her high heels, followed by a Soul Saint- level Support System Soul Master. The latter had a calm expression, and a green vine rose from his palm, with one of its leaves gently landing on Xiao Xiao.
The latter's deathly pale face gradually regained its color, but her awakened emerald green pupils held an indescribable weariness and exhaustion; mental torment was not a healing process.
"Keep running!" Zhou Yi sneered, "I refuse to believe I can't teach you a lesson in selfishness today."
"Get out of my way! Which class of brats are you from, daring to interfere with my Class 1's affairs!" Zhou Lian swung his hand and slapped Wang Dong across the face.
"Smack~"
Zhou Yi's eyes widened in astonishment. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her hand, which visibly swelled and turned red. And right in front of her was that brat named Lu Cheng.
"What... what do you want to do?!" Zhou Yi said angrily, glaring at Lu Cheng.
She's an external affairs professor, after all. If she gets humiliated by a student, how will she ever be able to work there again?
However, their arrogance has subsided considerably.
Ultimately, she's just a Soul Emperor, and she only became a homeroom teacher because her husband is Fan Yu. If she really runs into a monster like Lu Cheng, the outcome is really hard to say.
"Lu Cheng..." Wang Dong hugged Xiao Xiao, a hint of joy flashing in his pink-blue eyes. His back was as steady as Mount Tai, safe and reliable.
"How interesting. A piece of trash can actually ride on the head of a disciple with Twin Martial Souls Innate Full Soul Power... while the huge Shrek Academy is just getting by. Tsk tsk." Lu Cheng looked at the angry Zhou Yi, but didn't give her any face. He sneered and spoke indifferently.
"..."
The entire space seemed to freeze.
Zhou Yi's eyes were blank and vacant. Was he cursing me?
The surrounding students were even more astonished; no one had dared to call Zhou Yi trash in recent years.
Wang Dong's light blue eyes were equally dazed. She thought Lu Cheng had taken the bribe but wouldn't do the job, but it turned out he wasn't just refusing to do it... This guy flipped the table right off the bat!
The Soul Saint beside him frowned slightly, "Insulting a teacher? Which class are you from?!"
"You're no better than someone who aids and abets evil." Lu Cheng put his hands in his pockets and glanced indifferently at his teacher, who was at the Soul Saint realm.
"You..." The teacher, pampered and spoiled, had never suffered such an insult before. He was stunned and dumbfounded, but before he could speak, a volcano erupted right next to him.
"You little beast, how dare you call me trash?!" Zhou Yi finally reacted, her face turning ashen, and she pointed at Lu Cheng's nose, cursing angrily.
"Soul Emperor in his forties, what else could he be but trash?"
Lu Cheng chuckled softly.
"..."
The students and disciples all covered their mouths, trying hard to suppress their laughter.
To be honest, among all of you here, barring any unforeseen circumstances, over 90% of those who pass the first round of new student assessments will reach the Soul Emperor level by the age of forty, before the end of your golden period of cultivation.
Zhou Yi's talent is basically at the bottom among all her classmates. Fan Yu, the strongest in her grade, has already entered the Soul Douluo realm, and Mu Jin also stepped into the Soul Saint a few days ago.
"You called a student with Twin Martial Souls and maxed-out Innate Soul Power trash? I'm quite curious... what are you then? Something even worse than trash, like excrement?"
Lu Cheng looked down at Zhou Yi with disdain.
"You..." Zhou Yi roared in fury.
Flames surged and boiled around her, and a Fire Dragon's tail emerged from behind, resembling an enhanced version of Wu Feng. Martial Soul Possession, she had dominated the outer courtyard for so many years; even Du Weilun, through Fan Yu's connection, had to treat her with respect. How dare a mere student publicly insult her?
"I'm telling you this last time: kneel down, kowtow, and apologize to me, or else...!"
"Boom!"
But before Zhou Yi could finish speaking...
A fist shattered the scorching flames and slammed into her face, causing blood to flow from her nose. Her mask was burned through, revealing her exquisite and beautiful face, but it looked increasingly ferocious and painful.
The bridge of his nose was even smashed down; this most vulnerable part of his body was naturally more sensitive, fragile, and painful.
Blood gushed from her mouth, a mixture of rage and pain driving her to show no mercy.
Six Soul Ring rose from the soles of his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black...
"Sixth Soul Skill, Fire Dragon's Bullet!"
As a jet-black Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet, Zhou Yi's ferocious face became like that of a demon. All she wanted to do was kill this beast who had humiliated her in front of the entire school and burn his body to ashes with flames.
He conjured crimson fireballs in his hands and hurled them at Lu Cheng.
And at this moment.
Lu Cheng curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
"Martial Soul Possession...?"
"Playing with fire? I'm your ancestor!"
A bright red Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet, and the entire sky gradually changed color, resembling a vast expanse of fiery clouds. Within the clouds, a massive phantom of a Three-Legged Golden Crow slowly appeared above Shrek Academy.
Countless students stared blankly at this scene.
Lu Cheng stood slowly atop the Golden Crow, like the king of all beasts, indifferently looking down at Zhou Yi, whose arrogance was gradually being suppressed.
"How is that possible...?"
Zhou Yi looked terrified.
She clearly felt a pressure from the bloodline within the other party's Martial Soul, and almost wanted to kowtow and submit. Her red dragon was clearly a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, and even if she encountered a true dragon, she wouldn't necessarily be afraid.
But why...?
Upon seeing this golden, three-legged giant bird, one feels a tremor and fear that runs deep in one's bones.
"Zhou Yi, I... I will unleash divine punishment upon you!"
Lu Cheng looked down at Zhou Yi indifferently.
With a casual wave of his hand.
Terrifying and scorching wings transformed into streaks of crimson arrows that rained down, instantly tearing apart the fireballs Zhou Yi had fired.
"No! Fire Shield!" Zhou Yi's expression changed drastically.
But the flaming arrows pierced straight through the fire shield and embedded themselves in her body.
The latter was instantly engulfed in flames.
The flames were like a divine intervention, never extinguished.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Zhou Yi roared in anguish and fury.
She was clearly a master of fire, yet she was utterly crushed...
"Enough, stop..."
A majestic voice resounded from the sky.
Yan Shaozhe's figure slowly appeared, staring seriously at Lu Cheng, "Lu Cheng, you've gone too far..."