Chapter 40: Beating Zhou Yi!
Ding—
Power of the Frenzied Dragon!
Although Zhou Yi was severely weakened under his draconic suppression, she was still a Soul Emperor. Lin Yun showed sufficient respect by using his first soul skill.
In fact, this was his first time ever using a soul skill in combat.
A blood-red mist began to rise from Lin Yun's body. Accompanied by the sharp crackling of his bones, his muscles swelled, and beneath his uniform, his biceps and eight-pack abs stood out with sculpted clarity.
Rip!
King's Battle Garb—Shattered!
When Lin Yun's statue-like physique was exposed to the air, he moved—like an arrow fired from a drawn bow, transforming into a streak of golden lightning tinged with crimson.
Boom!
A massive dragon fist struck Zhou Yi's abdomen with brutal force. Her eyes widened in shock, but it wasn't that she didn't want to dodge—after Lin Yun locked on to her, she found herself completely immobilized.
Even her Martial Soul seemed to be resisting her escape.
Pain exploded from her midsection. The force sent Zhou Yi flying like a curled shrimp, crashing through the window and landing outside the classroom.
Fortunately, Class One was located on the ground floor—otherwise she might've experienced a free fall.
Bang—
Lin Yun held his punching stance. His taut muscles flexed slightly, and the radiant golden dragon claw clenched into a fist, reflecting dazzling light.
The students in the classroom were completely dumbfounded. Especially the girls—they were just eleven or twelve years old and had never witnessed such a scene.
Particularly Lin Yun's hormone-charged, athletic physique—it left them breathless. The more reserved girls quickly covered their eyes, only to sneak peeks through their fingers, cheeks glowing red.
The bolder ones stared at Lin Yun with burning gazes, itching to throw themselves at him, wrap around him, and run their hands across his muscles.
The boys looked at Lin Yun, then looked down at themselves.
Him: muscle-bound beast.
Us: scrawny pups.
Damn it!
Lin Yun ignored all of them. With a hot breath and a savage grin, he leapt through the hole Zhou Yi had crashed through.
Call me trash?
All right, then—normally it's us transmigrators who look down on you natives. You're the first one daring enough to provoke the Black Society of Transmigrators.
Utterly absurd.
Zhou Yi, sprawled dazed on the ground, suddenly felt a shadow looming overhead. She groggily lifted her head.
Her mask had long since flown off from that punch, revealing her soft, delicate face—now pale from Lin Yun's blow, pain lingering in her features.
As she looked up, the first thing she saw was Lin Yun's menacing face twisted into a cruel smile.
Zhou Yi, who feared neither Heaven nor Earth, suddenly felt a wave of intense fear. She instinctively backed away, trying to escape.
"Well now," Lin Yun sneered, "weren't you feeling bold just a moment ago, Teacher Zhou?"
In an instant, he struck. His vicious dragon claw grabbed Zhou Yi by the chin and forcefully turned her face toward him.
Locked in eye contact with Lin Yun's vertical golden pupils, Zhou Yi's fear deepened.
All thoughts of "disciplining" Lin Yun vanished. That single punch had shattered her delusions. Yet she was too proud to beg—especially in front of her own student.
Overwhelming shame and fury surged within her, pushing down her fear. Her bloodshot eyes glared back at Lin Yun. "Let go of me!"
"Very good. I like that rebellious look. Be sure to hold onto it," Lin Yun grinned as he leaned back tactically. The second violet soul ring on his arm lit up.
Power of the Frenzied Dragon, stacked with Golden Dragon Tyrant Body!
The golden dragon tattoos re-emerged on Lin Yun's skin. His bloodline pressure multiplied exponentially. At this range, even Zhou Yi's soul rings were forced to recede.
His dragon claw tightened slightly under Zhou Yi's jaw, then flung her trembling body high into the air. As she rose, Lin Yun's third, ten-thousand-year soul ring flared with deep black light and merged into his dragon claw.
At the moment the ten-thousand-year soul ring lit up, the air around Lin Yun was torn apart with a piercing sound, especially around his dragon claw, where the surrounding air currents spun into small vortices under the immense pressure of soul power.
Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear Soul Ring—Heaven-Shattering Dragon Fist!
As Zhou Yi reached the peak of her arc in midair, right before she began to fall, Lin Yun's energy build-up also reached its peak.
At this instant, the threat of death finally allowed Zhou Yi to shake off the suppression of the dragon might. The sensation of being locked on by Lin Yun's Heaven-Shattering Dragon Fist felt fatal—even to her as a Soul Emperor.
Once she regained her Martial Soul, Zhou Yi didn't even think of counterattacking. Her first action was to stack all her soul skills in layers for defense. She could feel it—if she didn't, that one punch could genuinely turn her into a bloody mist.
Lin Yun was actually waiting for her to finish defending. A Soul Emperor who couldn't even summon her Martial Soul wouldn't be able to withstand his Heaven-Shattering Dragon Fist with just soul power alone.
Forget Zhou Yi—even someone like Ma Xiaotao wouldn't fare any better. Fighting without a Martial Soul was an entirely different matter.
Lin Yun never intended to truly take Zhou Yi out. He only wanted to teach her a harsh lesson. Killing her would've ended his future at Shrek—no matter how talented he was, Shrek wouldn't tolerate a student who would kill their own teacher.
Zhou Yi thought she broke free of his suppression through her own strength, but in truth, Lin Yun had already pulled back.
Seeing Zhou Yi igniting in flames midair, red dragon scales emerging across her skin, and a phantom red dragon forming behind her, Lin Yun nodded with satisfaction, then threw his right fist.
The hyper-compressed air burst forth with a thunderous explosion, instantly crossing the gap and reaching Zhou Yi.
In her wide, fearful eyes, the air cannon smashed through the layers of defenses she desperately raised, and detonated violently against her body.
BOOM!!!
"Ahhh!!"
A sharp scream ripped through the sky, and Zhou Yi was blasted far into the distance. Lin Yun didn't bother tracking where she landed, though he faintly heard a splash in the distance.
"Well, whatever—felt damn good."
As his dragon claw returned to its human form, Lin Yun pulled a spare shirt from his soul tool and threw it over himself, a relaxed smile on his face, hands behind his head as he walked back toward the classroom.
Those two punches—he had controlled his strength.
Enough to make Zhou Yi suffer, but not enough to cause lasting harm. At most, two broken bones. With healing-type soul masters around, it was nothing serious.
He didn't believe Shrek would seriously come after him for something like this.
And as for dealing with Zhou Yi—this was just the beginning…
[End of Chapter]
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