Chapter 12 Zhou Yi, do you also want to dance?
Early in the morning, Huo Yuhao was wearing heavy gear.
The moment the door was pushed open, the second hand of the Soul Guidance Clock skipped the last tick.
Perfect timing.
However, the atmosphere in the classroom was very tense.
On the platform stood an old woman.
She had wrinkled skin and white hair, with her gray hair coiled on top of her head, and her wrinkled face was full of meanness.
She was wearing a white robe, her hands behind her back, her eyes fixed on the doorway.
That face looked exactly like Granny Chiyo from Sunagakure in the Naruto world.
The moment Huo Yuhao stepped into the classroom, Zhou Yi's icy voice was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him.
"Kid, you've got guts."
Zhou Yi narrowed her eyes, "How dare you be late for my first class."
Huo Yuhao stopped and glanced at the soul clock on the wall.
The minute hand points precisely to the hour, and the second hand has just passed.
Huo Yuhao said calmly, "I just walked in as the bell rang. I don't consider that late."
The entire class fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, unable to believe that this freshman dared to talk back.
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then her anger intensified.
She doesn't need a reason; her goal is to establish her authority.
And the last person to come in is the best candidate.
"I said you're late, so you're late!"
Zhou Yi slammed her hand on the podium and pointed at Huo Yuhao's nose:
Shrek Academy doesn't need trash like you!
"You're fired! Now, get out of here!"
waste.
These two words quickly ignited Huo Yuhao's anger.
Huo Yuhao slowly raised his head, his previously calm eyes instantly turning icy cold.
waste?
That word again.
The servants in the Duke's mansion call me that, that damned butler calls me that, and now... even you call me that?
Memories of Zhou Yi from the original novel surfaced in Huo Yuhao's mind.
This old hag is known in the outer courtyard for her extremely high expulsion rate, boasting that strict teachers produce outstanding students. But what's the reality?
She was simply filtering out those naturally gifted monsters to embellish her college entrance examination pass rate performance.
She didn't care at all about the futures ruined by the students she unjustly expelled.
The reason she dared to be so arrogant, even disregarding the academy's rules, was...
However, it's because she has a husband named Fan Yu, an eighth-level Soul Master, standing behind her.
A classic case of someone borrowing the tiger's power.
Seeing Huo Yuhao standing still, Zhou Yi's disgust intensified, and she shouted sharply:
"Are you deaf? Get out of here!"
On the seat.
Wang Dong clenched his fists anxiously.
If he gets fired...
She was about to stand up and plead for Huo Yuhao.
However, something completely unexpected happened.
Huo Yuhao did not retreat or beg for mercy. Instead, he stepped forward and walked step by step toward the podium.
His eyes suddenly changed.
His left eye has a single tomoe.
His right eye has three tomoe.
Sharingan, activate!
"I don't approve of a teacher like you."
"You want to fire me? You don't deserve it!"
Whoosh—!
The whole class erupted in an uproar.
That's incredibly arrogant! How dare they confront their homeroom teacher to their face?
Zhou Yi laughed in exasperation, her old face contorted with rage.
"Good...very good!"
"It's been many years since a student dared to challenge my authority like this!"
boom!
A terrifying surge of soul power suddenly erupted from Zhou Yi's body.
That was the oppressive aura of a Soul Emperor, a wave as tangible as a physical tide that instantly swept across the entire classroom.
Every student present felt difficulty breathing, and several timid girls were even pale with fright.
Rings of spirit energy rose from beneath Zhou Yi's feet.
Two yellow, two purple, two black.
The perfect combination of a six-ring Soul Emperor!
A huge, red, fiery dragon phantom appeared behind her, radiating scorching heat.
"Kid, do you see that? This is power! This is qualification!" Zhou Yi said proudly.
However.
Despite being in the center of the oppressive aura, Huo Yuhao didn't even bend his back.
His clothes fluttered without wind, and his Sharingan eyes appeared even more eerie in the firelight of the red dragon.
Six-Ring Soul Emperor?
Huo Yuhao felt the wave of heat hitting him and a cold, disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
That's it?
This level of defiance is even less than that of the duchess I sent to hell.
Is this all there is to it?
Huo Yuhao spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "I thought the so-called devil teacher was so strong, but it turns out... he's nothing special."
"What did you say?!" Zhou Yi exclaimed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"I said, you're too weak."
"presumptuous!"
Zhou Yi was completely enraged.
"Kid, I'm going to teach you a very basic principle—respect the strong!"
Zhou Yi took a deep breath and suppressed some of her soul power.
"You're just a one-ring Soul Master, you have no right to talk back to me!"
"Don't say I'm bullying you. I've suppressed my cultivation to the third ring. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll take back what I just said and give you a chance to stay in the academy."
As she said this, she stared at Huo Yuhao with a sinister look in her eyes:
"Now, are you going to get out of here yourself, or am I going to kick you out?"
Looking at Zhou Yi's "I'm giving you a chance, it's a favor" attitude, Huo Yuhao felt disgusted.
Alms?
I don't need charity.
"None of that is needed."
Huo Yuhao cracked his wrists, making a series of snapping sounds.
"Because I'll kick you out."
"Arrogant! You'll regret angering me!"
Zhou Yi roared and stopped talking nonsense.
"First Soul Skill: Red Dragon Claw!"
She suddenly stretched out her right hand, and her originally withered palm was instantly covered with red dragon scales, transforming into a dragon claw burning with flames. With a whistling sound that tore through the air, it went straight for Huo Yuhao's shoulder.
Although this attack suppressed the soul power, the Soul Emperor's physical attributes and combat experience were undeniable, and the speed was as fast as lightning!
Just when everyone thought Huo Yuhao would be slapped away.
Huo Yuhao made a move.
Under the Sharingan's dynamic vision, Zhou Yi's lightning-fast movements were broken down into countless slow-motion frames.
Lower your left shoulder, shift your weight forward, and turn your elbow outward.
The flaws are too obvious.
Huo Yuhao's footwork faltered slightly, and his body slid to the side at an extremely strange angle.
brush!
The burning dragon claw grazed the tip of his nose, and the flames even singed a lock of his hair.
But in the instant they brushed past each other, Huo Yuhao's hands shot out like nimble snakes.
With his left hand, he gripped Zhou Yi's wrist, using the momentum to deflect the force; with his right hand, he transformed his palm into a knife, slashing towards her elbow joint.
Use someone's strength against them!
Zhou Yi felt a strange force coming from her, and her attack went astray. She staggered forward two steps involuntarily.
"What?!"
Zhou Yi was terrified.
How could this kid's reaction speed and strength possibly be what a one-ring Soul Master should have?
"Kid, you've got some skills!"
Zhou Yi steadied herself, her expression growing even more grim. "But if that's all, it's still not enough!"
"Yeah?"
Huo Yuhao stopped what he was doing and stood three meters away from Zhou Yi.
He sighed softly, as if somewhat helpless.
"With all these things on, it's indeed a bit difficult to move around freely."
After saying that, amidst the puzzled gazes of his classmates, he reached out and unbuttoned his jacket.
Then, he took off the wristbands, the leg wraps, and the thick-looking vest.
"That was just a warm-up."
Huo Yuhao casually tossed the items onto the ground.
Clang—!
Boom!!
That wasn't the sound of clothes hitting the ground.
That was the deafening sound of heavy metal hitting the ground!
The hard stone slab floor of the classroom was actually shattered by the impact of these heavy objects landing, creating several fine cracks! Dust rose everywhere.
The entire classroom seemed to tremble.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the lead blocks embedded in the stone slabs on the ground, then at Huo Yuhao, who was stretching his neck.
Wang Dong's mouth dropped open, and he completely lost control of his facial expressions.
Is this a lie... a scam?
Under such heavy load, he almost knocked over Teacher Zhou, who was a Soul Emperor.
How is this possible?!
Is he even human?
Huo Yuhao twisted his neck and felt so light that he could fly.
He beckoned to the stunned Zhou Yi with his finger, his eyes gleaming red, and a fanatical smile spreading across his lips:
"Alright, warm-up over."
End of this chapter...!