Yun Ming still wanted to confirm again if it was really true.
"There is." Zhen Hua nodded. He waved his left hand, and a cluster of black flames drifted out gracefully.
"This was extracted from my two guards. It's dark flame. And for someone to have the cultivation of a Super Douluo — aside from her, there's no one else."
Yun Ming fell silent for a long while. That she could become like this had at least something to do with him, but if we're talking about the main reason, perhaps it was just her nature — that once she fell in love with someone, she would never let go.
"She still has humanity, she's not a complete evil soul master," Zhen Hua said solemnly.
Yun Ming smiled faintly. "She still has a chance…"
On the third-grade, class one side, the homeroom teacher was a middle-aged woman, Song Lin, a two-word battle armor master, a senior teacher of the outer court. Third-grade class one was brought up entirely by her.
"The first match, Wu Rui, you're up." Song Lin said to a boy in front of her.
"Go all out." Song Lin smiled calmly.
Wu Rui — martial soul: Heavenly Book. Soul power level 50. He was the strongest team member of class three-one, a control-type battle soul master. But in terms of one-on-one combat power, he clearly wasn't the strongest.
Song Lin hadn't planned to sweep the first and second-year joint team in this exchange match. Crushing them too much wouldn't be good either. So, for the first round, she sent out Wu Rui, one of the top five in solo fighting ability in the class. Of course, even so, in her opinion, it would still be very difficult for the first- and second-year side to defeat Wu Rui.
Elder Cai stepped lightly into the air, and with a flash of silver light, she landed on the arena platform.
"First one-on-one match contestants, step forward."
Two figures leapt up from either side of the sparring platform, immediately drawing cheers from the students of every grade watching.
Wu Rui landed lightly, his appearance refined, with a calm and casual demeanor. One hand in front, one behind his back, hair neatly combed without a single strand out of place. He smiled slightly and even waved to the crowd below. He'd always had a personality that loved showing off in front of others. If the academy didn't prohibit outer-court students from dating, he probably wouldn't have been idle long.
Yuanen Yehui landed steadily on the platform. Today, as usual, she was dressed in male attire, with nothing eye-catching about her.
"Third grade, class one — Wu Rui!" Wu Rui faced Yuanen and gave a slight smile, revealing a row of white teeth. His eyes carried no provocation, no disdain, only an effort to maintain his most handsome smile.
Yuanen Yehui said nothing.
Wu Rui laughed lightly. "Second grade, class one's class leader, huh! I've heard of you — a twin martial soul. Pretty impressive. Do your best."
She still didn't make a sound.
Wu Rui said again: "If you can't hold on, don't push yourself too hard. Don't worry, your senior will go easy. After all, we're classmates. If you keep working hard in the future, you might reach my level one day."
Down below the stage —
Song Lin regretted it. She regretted sending this chatterbox first. This guy had skill, yes, but he just loved to talk nonsense, loved to act cool, loved to show off. Now, in front of students from six grades, clearly, he couldn't hold it in.
"Shut up! What's with all the nonsense!" Elder Cai frowned, directly cutting him off.
"Uh… Elder Cai, I was just trying to express a bit of camaraderie to my junior."
Elder Cai shot him a glare. "Begin the match."
"Junior, watch yourself now—" Wu Rui was still mouthing off, but Yuanen Yehui had already moved.
Yuanen Yehui stomped her left foot hard on the ground, and her whole body shot out like a cannonball. Mid-air, her body suddenly expanded. Third soul skill — Vajra Titan.
Seeing the figure rapidly enlarging before his eyes, Wu Rui's eyes widened. While releasing his martial soul, he couldn't help muttering, "What the hell—so big, so big!"
Yuanen Yehui swung a fierce punch from mid-air, smashing straight down. Even before her fist arrived, a violent gust had already blown toward him.
Control vs. power — Wu Rui still had confidence in himself. In front of him, a flash of light — a thick book with a blue cover appeared before him.
The pages flipped on their own, opening to the first page. Instantly, countless vines swarmed out from that thick book, rushing rapidly to wrap around Yuanen Yehui.
The vines were dark green, each one extremely thick.
Yuanen Yehui's massive body didn't even try to dodge — in fact, she didn't intend to dodge at all. Her fist still swung at Wu Rui as she plunged into the vines.
"Can you handle this, bro?" Wu Rui, unaware, uttered the words that would cost him dearly.
Buzz!Boom!!A massive crimson glow erupted within the vines, flashing and expanding.
What is this—?
Wu Rui froze.
"Ah!"A plume of smoke rose, a scream rang out — and Wu Rui was sent flying by a single punch from Yuanen Yehui.
It was obvious he was badly hurt — one side of his face was caved in. His already-not-so-handsome face now looked even "better."
What just happened?This—?
Song Lin's fury shot through the roof; her face flushed red. Talking big was one thing, but getting taken out in one hit? This wasn't just losing face — this was losing it on a cosmic level! And this was about class honor! If word spread that a third-year student got one-shotted by someone from the first- and second-year team, that was beyond disgrace!!
But that wasn't even the worst part — the worst part was, Wu Rui hadn't even gone all out. It was pure, utter negligence! And you — Wu Rui — that Rui (睿) in your name is supposed to mean wise, isn't it?!
"The first match — victory to the first- and second-year joint team."
After regaining her composure, Song Lin narrowed her eyes and turned to Ye Wu. "Second match, you go." She didn't give further instructions; these students had followed her for seven years — they knew her temperament well.
Ye Wu's eyes burned with excitement. He patted the "corpse" of Wu Rui lying next to him. "Big-mouth Wu, watch me avenge you."
Wu Rui curled his lips, but his face hurt too much to say a word.
On the low-year team's side, Wu Zhangkong looked toward Wu Siduo and Ye Xinglan. Wu Siduo stepped forward on her own. "Teacher Wu, let me handle the second match."
Wu Zhangkong nodded slightly. "Just display your own ability. Don't be reckless."
"Yes!" Wu Siduo replied, her figure rising gracefully as she landed lightly on the arena.
Ye Wu, already on stage, felt his eyes brighten — a beautiful girl appeared before him. Girls always matured faster than boys. So although Wu Siduo was only fourteen, visually she didn't look much younger than Ye Wu.
"Hello, junior sister. I'm Ye Wu from third grade, class one," Ye Wu said with a grin, his earlier fighting intent already reduced by a few notches.
"First grade, class one — Wu Siduo." Wu Siduo's answer was far simpler.
Hearing her name, Ye Wu's eyes flashed with surprise — that name, he had heard a long time ago…
(End of this chapter)