Chapter 13 Yan Shaozhe: Enough, Zhou Yi, I'm the Dean!
"This game of house is over."
Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared.
Bang!
A shockwave rippled out from the ground.
Without the constraints of hundreds of pounds of weight, Huo Yuhao's speed was astonishing.
Zhou Yi only felt a blur before her eyes, and a fist was already approaching her face.
Wow, so fast!
She instinctively raised her arm to block.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
Huo Yuhao used the Uchiha Fluid Technique, each move ruthless and aimed directly at vital points.
Elbow strikes, knee strikes, and spinning kicks—every movement is fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary frills.
With the support of Hashirama's cells, his physical strength has reached the Soul Master level.
Zhou Yi became increasingly alarmed as she fought.
How is that possible?
This kid's strength and resilience have actually reached the Soul Master level!
Moreover, this combat technique... was tricky, precise, and anticipated all my movements.
This is not something an eleven-year-old should have!
Even though she suppressed her cultivation, she still possessed the physical attributes and combat experience of a Soul Emperor.
But now, in close combat, she's actually being suppressed?
In the instant she was stunned, Huo Yuhao delivered a powerful whip kick that struck her hard, causing her to stagger back three steps.
Whoosh—
The students in the class gasped.
Zhou Yi was defeated?
Zhou Yi steadied herself, her face turning a deep purplish-red.
In front of so many freshmen, she was defeated by a mere kid from the first ring. Where would she put her face?
no!
If this continues, my efforts to establish authority will have completely failed! How am I supposed to lead this class?
Overwhelmed by shame and anger, Zhou Yi's rationality crumbled instantly.
"Kid, lie down!"
boom!
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
She no longer suppressed her cultivation, and her soul power, belonging to a sixth-ring Soul Emperor, poured out without reservation.
Two yellow, two purple, and two black spirit rings shone brightly.
She broke her promise and used all her strength.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure, Huo Yuhao was not panicked at all; instead, he revealed a mocking sneer.
Is this the case?
They've even abandoned all sense of shame for the sake of that pitiful dignity.
Full power at the Soul Emperor level?
It doesn't matter. I've killed two Soul Emperors in the Duke's mansion.
Huo Yuhao did not retreat.
He took a deep breath, his consciousness sinking into the sea of his mind.
There, the heretical statue sat quietly in meditation.
Please lend me your power, One-Tailed Heavenly Dream.
Buzz!
A surge of pale blue energy suddenly erupted from Huo Yuhao's body.
That was the special energy transformed from the million-year-old spiritual essence of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm by the heretical demonic statue.
A pale blue flame instantly covered his entire body, forming an incomplete and somewhat illusory energy cloak.
The tailed beast's cloak is not yet complete?
However, that's enough to deal with you!
With the support of this power, Huo Yuhao's mental strength surged instantly, breaking through the bottleneck and reaching the level of a high-level Soul Emperor.
His eyes shone brightly with a red light.
The three-tomoe jade beads spun wildly.
The first spirit ring lit up.
Mental detection, mental sharing, mental interference, soul impact.
Huo Yuhao did not use these four basic skills.
Based on the principle of "mental interference" and combined with the power of the Sharingan, he deduced a unique fighting art belonging to the Uchiha clan.
Huo Yuhao stared directly at Zhou Yi, who was rushing towards him.
"Illusion Technique: The Technique of Seeing Naraku".
Zhou Yi felt as if the magatama in Huo Yuhao's eyes had turned into two bottomless whirlpools, instantly sucking her soul in.
In the real world, everything is as usual.
But in Zhou Yi's perception, she had already rushed in front of Huo Yuhao.
"The Wrath of the Red Dragon!"
With a single palm strike, her violent soul power shattered Huo Yuhao's defenses.
"Hmm!"
Huo Yuhao let out a muffled groan as she forcefully pressed him to the ground, rendering him unable to move.
Looking down at Huo Yuhao, whom she had subdued, Zhou Yi finally felt a surge of anger.
"Kid, do you understand now?"
She sneered, "In the face of absolute power, your arrogance is worthless! Get lost!"
However.
The "Huo Yuhao" who was pinned to the ground by her showed no fear on his face, but instead revealed a strange smile.
He stretched out his right hand with difficulty, his finger slowly pointing towards the podium.
Zhou Yi was a little confused and subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing.
Upon seeing this, she felt a chill run down her spine.
There was a person sitting on the podium.
That's Huo Yuhao.
He sat lazily on the lectern, legs crossed, chin resting on one hand.
His imposing posture made it seem as if he were sitting not on a podium, but on a throne overlooking all living beings.
Zhou Yi suddenly turned around.
She was horrified to discover that the person she was holding down was not Huo Yuhao at all.
That was clearly an innocent school desk!
At this moment, the desk had already been blasted to pieces by her soul power.
What happened?
I was just... going crazy over a table?
Spirit-type soul skills?
Illusion?
Before she could react, Huo Yuhao on the podium slowly began to speak.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deep-seated contempt and arrogance:
Do you want to dance too?
boom!
These words shattered Zhou Yi's last shred of reason.
humiliation.
This is a blatant insult!
She, a dignified Soul Emperor, was actually tricked by a freshman using illusion magic like a monkey!
"You brat!! How dare you make fun of me!!"
Zhou Yi let out a hysterical scream.
She's completely gone mad.
The phantom of the red dragon behind him roared to the sky, and the fourth soul ring suddenly lit up.
"Die!!"
She transformed into a burning meteor, charging towards Huo Yuhao on the podium with an aura of world destruction.
This time, she was truly intent on killing.
The students in the class screamed in terror.
Huo Yuhao remained seated, his posture unchanged, his Sharingan coldly watching Zhou Yi, who was like a moth drawn to a flame.
Just as that fatal attack was about to land.
Buzz—
A soft yet indestructible white barrier of light appeared out of thin air in front of the podium.
Bang!
Zhou Yi's all-out attack struck the barrier like an egg hitting a rock, instantly shattering.
The immense recoil sent her flying backward, landing awkwardly on the ground.
A middle-aged man in a white robe appeared at the classroom door at some point.
His face was refined, but at this moment it was covered with frost.
It was Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy.
"Zhou Yi!"
Yan Shaozhe's voice was deep, yet it contained a suffocating rage.
"You, a Soul Emperor, actually used your full strength against a freshman? You're really getting worse as you get older!"
Zhou Yi got up from the ground, her hair disheveled, looking like she was insane.
She pointed at Huo Yuhao, her eyes bloodshot, and roared:
"Dean! This kid has no respect for teachers! He's violated school rules! And he's openly provoking a teacher!"
"I'm cleaning house for the academy! This kind of black sheep must die!"
"Clean house?"
Yan Shaozhe was so angry he laughed.
He received a report from Du Weilun in his office, who described a once-in-a-century genius who could control five elements and possessed twin martial souls.
He rushed over immediately.
In Yan Shaozhe's mind, Huo Yuhao's extreme potential was the only hope to suppress his beloved disciple Ma Xiaotao's evil fire.
That's a treasure more precious than ten Zhou Yis!
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Zhou Yi about to kill someone?
"Enough, Zhou Yi! I am the dean!"
Yan Shaozhe took a step forward, and his powerful aura instantly suppressed Zhou Yi in place.
"The academy is already aware of Huo Yuhao's talent. He is a key talent that the academy is focusing on developing."
"And you, as a teacher, are narrow-minded and tyrannical."
Yan Shaozhe waved his hand dismissively and said coldly:
"Leave the classroom immediately and go back to your post for reflection! You are not to set foot in the teaching building without my order!"
Zhou Yi looked at Yan Shaozhe in disbelief.
Suspension?
Suspend my job for the sake of one student?
She gritted her teeth, feeling unwilling, but knowing that now was not the time to confront them head-on.
Anyway, with Fan Yu around, as long as Fan Yu causes a ruckus, the academy will have to beg me to come back.
"Very good! Very good!"
Zhou Yi glared at Huo Yuhao viciously, then slammed the door shut and stormed out.
"Dean, you'll regret this!"
With that resounding slam of the door, the classroom fell silent once more.
Everyone looked at each other, still a little confused.
it's over?
That freshman from the first ring not only overpowered Teacher Zhou in hand-to-hand combat, but also used illusion magic to make her go crazy facing the table. In the end, he even forced the dean to personally step in to protect him and drive Teacher Zhou away.
Looking at the calm-looking boy on the podium who slowly put away his Sharingan, Wang Dong felt a surge of emotions.
How did he... manage to do that?
Yan Shaozhe turned around, and the frost on his face instantly melted away, replaced by a kind and amiable smile.
He looked at Huo Yuhao, his eyes filled with admiration and the joy of seeing a tool.
"Dear students, you've been frightened."
"Teacher Zhou Yi has been temporarily transferred from her post due to inappropriate teaching methods."
"The college will assign you new class advisors immediately. Until then, please study on your own."
After saying that, he walked up to Huo Yuhao, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered:
"Yuhao, come to my office."
Huo Yuhao nodded and jumped down from the podium.
He straightened his collar and, under the respectful gazes of the entire class, followed Yan Shaozhe out of the classroom.
End of this chapter...