Chapter 8: First Clash

A total of nine people had their names called out by her. The students obviously hadn't expected that, and even though they had never introduced themselves, Zhou Yi could casually name those nine.

The students who were called walked out leisurely.

Zhou Yi said lightly: "You nine can go back, pack your luggage, and leave the academy. From this moment on, you are no longer students of Shrek Academy." "Ah?" The nine students who had just finished running, their bodies still fatigued, were instantly shocked, and the other students erupted in an uproar.

"Teacher, why?" shouted Tai Long, a tall-built teenager, his face full of anger as he stepped forward. Among the students who had just finished the laps, he was still in the first group, one of the earliest to finish.

Zhou Yi said coldly: "Shrek Academy does not need students who take shortcuts. Having ability but lacking a proper and correct mindset, once cultivated into talent, they will bring only disaster, not help, to any country. Tai Long, you yourself say, did you really run a hundred laps just now?"

Tai Long protested: "Of course I ran enough."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You ran enough? If I remember correctly, when we started running, since I hadn't yet arrived at Shrek Plaza, you leisurely walked two laps, and only when the leader had reached the fifth lap did you begin to keep up. So you didn't run a hundred laps; you ran ninety-seven. I believe more than one person saw your laziness at the start."

Zhou Yi snorted disdainfully and said, "The reason I just gave—you are not worthy to be a student of Shrek Academy. Pack your things and get lost."

"You..." Tai Long was completely dumbfounded. In fact, with his ability, running a hundred laps posed no problem, and even among all the first-year class one students, his cultivation could rank among the best. Yet he never imagined he would be eliminated like this.

Zhou Yi looked at the other students and said calmly, "I may have a bad temper, but I keep my word. The nine I named all slacked off during the run and didn't complete the hundred laps. If you disagree, you can go complain to the Academic Affairs Office, but for now, you may leave."

"Teacher Zhou, I disagree. He also didn't run a hundred laps; he only finished with others' help. Why wasn't he eliminated?"

"And there's Chen Qiye, who didn't run at all—why wasn't he eliminated?"

Another eliminated student, Lin Ze Yu, spoke angrily, pointing his finger at Huo Yuhao and Chen Qiye.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Unconvinced? His name is Huo Yuhao. If he also hadn't completed a hundred laps, he would likewise be among you. My words never change."

"But he did complete a hundred laps. I never said before that mutual help wasn't allowed. Wang Dong helped him, and that was Wang Dong's voluntary choice. If someone is willing to help you during the run, you can accept it."

"But does anyone help you? I don't look at the process, only the result." The result is that Huo Yuhao completed a hundred laps, while you did not.

"As for Chen Qiye's behavior, although I am also annoyed, if you had his strength—reaching level 35 or above before age twelve—I could also excuse you from running."

"So get lost now; if you make me angry again, I'll ruin your martial souls."

The remaining students' expressions had completely changed; they looked at Zhou Yi and didn't dare to breathe. Within an hour, Zhou Yi had established absolute authority in this first-year class one.

"Go back to the dorms to change clothes, then head to class. I'll give you fifteen minutes." Having said that, Zhou Yi turned and went straight back to the teaching building.

This time, no one dared to delay even a bit; they scattered in a rush, almost all sprinting to their dorms at a hundred-meter dash speed.

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"Wait!"

Chen Qiye stood up, threw the watermelon into the trash can, then brushed off the dust on his body, intending to return to the dormitory, but was stopped by Gu Yue who came over.

Gu Yue smiled and said, "It's our second meeting!" "……"

"Do you have any misunderstanding about meeting? We haven't spoken since just now, and only about two hours have passed." Chen Qiye replied.

"It's fine, this doesn't matter; remember our bet?"

Chen Qiye raised his eyebrows and said, "You just ran that long; are you sure your body is okay now? Don't later tell me you're not feeling well."

", I feel we have some fate, shall we be friends?" Gu Yue stretched out her hand, smiling as she asked.

"Don't worry, you don't need to fret about this; if we're fighting, let's do it now."

"Alright, when I knock you down, you won't blame me."

The two simultaneously stepped apart to create distance.

"Begin."

The two, as if in tacit understanding, shouted together, accompanied by her soft cry; Chen Qiye instantly released his martial soul, his whole body bursting with speed, attacking like an arrow.

Although Chen Qiye is not an agility-attack Battle Soul Master, his explosive power is indeed astonishing—not only because of his strong physique, but also because he has now practiced his stepping to perfection, maintaining it at all times, which is why his progress is so rapid.

Gu Yue seemed not to have reacted yet; when she raised her hand, Chen Qiye's whole body had already moved—he was already about three meters away.

The first-year class one students who were about to return to the dorms, upon seeing the two compete, turned back to the sports field and slowed down, watching the two preparing to clash at the center of the field.

Among peers, Chen Qiye is already the strongest they've ever seen; his two purple and one black soul rings already show his strength. This girl surely can't defeat him! Two soul rings blossomed from beneath Gu Yue's feet.

Zhou Yi watched the soul rings burst from the girl's body—one yellow, one purple—and his expression paused, then he looked at Gu Yue with a stern face and said, "Looks can be deceiving, huh!"

Even many people on the field exclaimed in surprise; although not as stunning as Chen Qiye's, the one yellow and one purple still broke their common sense.

The fastidious Wang Dong originally had no intention of staying to watch the match, but upon hearing that the one making the move was that Chen Qiye with two purple and one black, Wang Dong didn't even wipe off his sweat, because he really wanted to see just how strong someone with talent surpassing his own was.

But at this moment, Chen Qiye's entire person was already within Gu Yue's view. As a strong-attack Battle Soul Master, although most people lack long-range soul skills, as a close-combat soul ten he was still very confident in this range, yet the person before him was not an ordinary person but the Soul Beast Master, the Silver Dragon King—Chen Qiye couldn't believe he had no other tricks.

But the next moment, a ring of green light spread out from his body as the center, and in the next instant Chen Qiye had already reached her, his Dividing Sword unfurled and thrust straight at the girl.

Sword qi swirled; the Dividing Sword in his hand stabbed toward Gu Yue, when suddenly a force came from the side, like a gust of wind, and sensing danger, he slashed out a sword qi against that gust.

In an instant, the sword qi collided with the wind blades within the gust; the cold energy hidden in the sword qi also turned into scattered ice crystals that fell onto the field.

Chen Qiye had just steadied his stance when his eyes widened in shock; he saw that the clear light around Gu Yue's body suddenly turned red, and a fist-sized fireball had already come before him.

"Oh no, is the bombardment starting?" Chen Qiye couldn't help but mutter.

(End of chapter)