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"Professor Zhao, be careful~"

Ye Zhen's voice came out faintly.

Suddenly, the storm of smoke tore open a large hole, and a turquoise light burst out, like lightning. The violent wind in the surrounding area calmed down with the gravitational pull of the smoke and dust that once again rose to the sky.

"Whoosh~" A piercing sound echoed.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Even though Tang San was already using the Purple Pole Demon Eye, he still couldn't see Ye Zhen's figure. He could only see a green flash that instantly stretched over a distance of dozens of meters, kicking up a cloud of dust all the way, carrying terrifying power, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wou-ki.

Zhao Wou-ki's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't see clearly—only an afterimage flashed by, and his thoughts failed to catch up.

Ye Zhen's current burst of speed was so great that even he struggled to control it, no matter how sharp his dynamic vision might be.

Of the eight gates, Ye Zhen had opened six in succession, and his body ached from the explosive spiritual power coursing through it. At this moment, Ye Zhen only wanted to unleash that overwhelming energy.

Ye Zhen threw a simple punch, without refinement, but it carried a hurricane-like air current, striking directly at Zhao Wou-ki's lower abdomen.

"The first soul—" Zhao Wou-ki's inner soul power had just begun to activate, and he hadn't even finished his words.

"Boom~" A muffled sound rang out.

Ye Zhen slightly lifted the corner of his mouth and delivered a punch to Zhao Wou-ki's stomach.

Zhao Wou-ki was instantly sent flying.

His body was in the air, bent like a salted fish curling up.

With just one punch, Zhao Wou-ki flew out of Shrek Academy's playground, soaring dozens of meters until he collided with a house. He crashed into the wooden wall, breaking through, and barely managed to stop thanks to the resistance.

An entire wall of the wooden house shook but ultimately didn't hold.

"Boom~"

The wooden house collapsed, and a large cloud of dust rose again.

Unfortunately, Zhao Wou-ki was buried inside.

Tang San and the others, who had been watching the battle from a distance, slightly opened their mouths. Their expressions were a bit dazed, and they started doubting reality.

This... is too much!

They looked toward the place where Zhao Wou-ki had been sent flying, only to see Ye Zhen slowly retracting his fists and standing tall.

"What kind of terrifying soul ability is this? Professor Zhao was sent flying with one punch..." Dai Mubai said blankly.

Tang San shook his head. "I'm afraid this isn't a soul ability. His spirit ring wasn't revealed. So this might be a secret technique."

"Secret technique? What's that?" Dai Mubai and the others were all stunned.

"Uh..." Tang San was momentarily speechless, almost forgetting that these people were different from him and wouldn't understand things like martial arts and secret techniques. He could only explain: "You can think of it as a self-created soul ability. Its principle is probably similar..."

"That's right." Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement and said with some satisfaction, "That's Zhen's own developed soul ability—eight gates. Every time a gate is opened, his combat power increases several times. But..." With that, Ning Rongrong glanced at Ye Zhen with some concern and continued, "Zhen said he can only open the first five gates without hurting himself, but it looks like he opened six this time..."

Xiao Wu looked at Ning Rongrong with a worried expression and couldn't help but comfort her, holding her arm: "Brother Zhen has always been cautious. If he can open six gates, it means it won't affect him much. Don't worry."

"Xiao Wu is right. I think we should care more about Professor Zhao. He's the one who got seriously injured from Zhen's punch." Tang San pointed to the collapsed wooden house, which hadn't moved for a long time. Some were speechless.

Tang San admitted that if he had taken such a powerful punch, he might have been knocked unconscious on the spot.

Even though Zhao Wou-ki was a strong Soul Sage, this was probably no small matter.

"Hmmm..." Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes with a cold expression on her face. She seemed more interested in Ye Zhen's technique.

The combat power increases exponentially every time a gate is opened. Zhu Zhuqing looked thoughtful.

"Professor Zhao, I told you to be careful earlier, so why don't you listen? Don't just hide." Ye Zhen looked at the collapsed wooden house and spoke lightly. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone on the field.

Ye Zhen's words once again drew the attention of Tang San and the others watching the battle. Hearing what he said, it seemed Zhao Wou-ki was okay? Tang San and the others couldn't help but stare at the collapsed wooden house.

It was silent for a moment.

"Boom~" Several wooden stakes flew out from the collapsed house, and Zhao Wou-ki jumped out, landing ten meters away from Ye Zhen. He looked at him angrily and said, "What the hell is this? Looks like if I don't take you seriously, I'll end up suffering."

At this moment, Zhao Wou-ki looked a little embarrassed, but his aura was still majestic—not like someone gravely injured. To prevent Ye Zhen from attacking suddenly again, his first soul ability activated. The yellow-brown bear armor enveloped his entire body, and the seven spirit rings around his feet began moving slightly.

"Professor Zhao, you should wipe your mouth before speaking," Ye Zhen said with a smirk.

"Huh?" Zhao Wou-ki was startled. He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his mouth but didn't feel anything wet.

"Crafty little bastard." Zhao Wou-ki cursed in his heart for being tricked.

Sure enough, when he looked up again, Ye Zhen was already dashing toward him like a gust of wind. Once again, it was a simple, unrefined punch aimed at the golden barrier formed by Zhao Wou-ki's first soul ability.

"Ding!"

It sounded like a wooden stake striking the bell of an ancient temple. The seemingly indestructible golden barrier "cracked" and revealed several fractures.

Zhao Wou-ki's expression changed as he felt a powerful force surge into his chest, forcing him to retreat abruptly.

"Once more."

Almost instantly, the turquoise light flickered around Zhao Wou-ki. Each pause was accompanied by a "boom," followed by the green light searching for new attack points, continuously flying around him.

Zhao Wou-ki wasn't fast enough to catch Ye Zhen at that moment, leaving him defenseless.

Extreme speed, terrifying power—even now, Zhao Wou-ki, who had activated his Unmoving King's Body, had no way to stop him.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the green light that was Ye Zhen bombarded Zhao Wou-ki countless times. If not for Zhao Wou-ki fully unleashing his soul power to maintain the golden barrier of his first soul ability and the stability of the Unmoving Ming King Body, the golden barrier—already covered in dense cracks—would have shattered long ago.

The battle on the field was intense, but Tang San and the others stood frozen in place, utterly stunned by what they were witnessing. All they could see was Zao Wou-ki battling alone, the fierce green blur that represented Ye Zhen darting around him with incredible speed.

From their perspective, it appeared as if only a streak of green light could be seen weaving through Zao Wou-ki from all directions. Each time the streak passed him, Zao Wou-ki would stagger a few steps back, forced by the sheer force of the blow. The golden shield formed by his first soul skill began to splinter further and further with every attack.

Under Ye Zhen's relentless barrage, Zao Wou-ki was like a tree swaying in a storm, powerless against the violent gusts.

For Tang San and the others watching from a distance, Zao Wou-ki's movements seemed erratic and almost comical. The once-mighty teacher now looked like he was flailing helplessly, dancing to an unpredictable rhythm imposed by Ye Zhen's strikes.

"Roar! Third soul skill, Enhanced Gravity! Fifth soul skill, Gravitational Compression!" Zao Wou-ki's voice thundered through the battlefield, his frustration palpable. Being cornered and toyed with by a junior was unacceptable. He had to regain control of the fight.

This time, Zao Wou-ki unleashed not just his third soul skill, but also his fifth, combining the two in a devastating synergy. The effects weren't additive—they were exponential. Gravity around the field surged dramatically, several times stronger than before.

His plan was simple: to slow Ye Zhen down long enough to unleash his fourth soul skill and trap him. Without the ability to keep moving, Ye Zhen wouldn't be able to evade or counterattack.

Both soul rings—one purple, one black—glimmered intensely around Zao Wou-ki as they sank into the ground. At once, Ye Zhen felt the environment around him shift.

The air seemed to grow heavier, denser, like an invisible weight pressing against him. His movements slowed drastically, and it felt as if his legs were wading through thick mud. The blur of his high-speed movements came to an abrupt stop, and his figure became fully visible to everyone watching.

This was the first time Tang San and the others had seen Ye Zhen clearly since the battle began.

It was also the first time Zao Wou-ki used his fifth soul skill at full power. He wasn't holding back now.

"Fourth soul skill, Position Locking!" Without hesitation, Zao Wou-ki roared again, capitalizing on the opening he had created. The moment Ye Zhen's movements slowed, Zao Wou-ki activated his fourth skill to pin him down.

A purple soul ring emerged and darted toward Ye Zhen, locking him in place. No matter how fast or skilled Ye Zhen was, this skill ensured there would be no escape.

"Dammit, what an annoying combo," Ye Zhen cursed under his breath.

The Position Locking skill was a nightmare for someone relying on speed and evasion. It forced him to face Zao Wou-ki head-on.

"Hahaha! Let's see where you run now, kid!" Zao Wou-ki laughed, his voice echoing triumphantly. He stomped the ground with force, launching himself high into the air like a cannonball. His massive frame cast a shadow as he plummeted toward Ye Zhen, a terrifying force of nature about to strike.

Tang San held his breath. He had been defeated by this exact move, and now Ye Zhen was in the same position.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu exchanged anxious glances, their worry plain on their faces. The pressure of Zao Wou-ki's combined abilities was overwhelming. Could Ye Zhen withstand this?

Meanwhile, Ye Zhen looked up calmly, his expression unbothered. Instead of panic, a faint smile crept onto his lips.

"Not bad, Professor Zhao," Ye Zhen muttered. "You're finally starting to fight seriously. But now it's my turn to show you something."

As Zao Wou-ki descended with unstoppable force, Ye Zhen's deep black pupils began to swirl. The motion quickened until, in an instant, his eyes transformed into the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, their crimson-red glow piercing through the battlefield. Three soul rings materialized around him—purple, black, and the unmistakable red hue of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

From a distance, Tang San and the others gasped audibly.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!" Tang San murmured, his voice barely audible. His eyes widened as disbelief settled over his face.

Ning Rongrong froze, dropping the watermelon she had been nervously holding. She knew Ye Zhen was strong, but she never imagined he had a soul ring of this caliber. Even her family's most powerful elders didn't possess such a treasure.

Ye Zhen stood firm, unshaken. As Zao Wou-ki closed in, he raised his hand, his voice calm and steady:

"Substitution Technique."

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhen's figure vanished, replaced by a small rock that tumbled to the ground with a faint thud.

"Boom!"

Zao Wou-ki slammed into the ground with immense force, creating a crater nearly two meters deep. The ground shook violently, and debris shot into the air like a volcanic eruption. Smoke and dust billowed high into the sky, obscuring the battlefield.

Ye Zhen reappeared not far from the impact site, watching with amusement. His arms crossed, and a faint smirk played on his lips.

"Impressive move, Professor Zhao. But it seems you've hit the wrong target," he teased, his tone laced with playful mockery.

Zao Wou-ki's muffled voice emerged from the rising smoke cloud. "You little brat... You're better than I expected. But don't think I'm done yet!"

Moments later, Zao Wou-ki burst out of the dust, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "Come on! If you're a real man, stop running and fight me head-on!"

Ye Zhen chuckled, the crimson glow of his Sharingan intensifying. "Head-on? Alright, Professor. Let's see if you can handle it."

"Fight hard?" Ye Zhen hesitated. It wasn't that he couldn't fight, but there were some things he didn't want to expose. However, after another thought, this was Shrek, and no one should keep their personal matters secret.

"Okay, let's have a fight between men." Ye Zhen said solemnly, with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, Zao Wou-ki smiled, his expression becoming terrifying.

"I won't hold back anymore. The seventh soul skill, the real body of the spirit!"

The seventh soul skill, the true martial spirit body!" Zao Wou-ki slightly bent down, veins bulging on his forehead, and his already muscular arms swelled again. With a roar, a visible flow of spiritual power erupted from his body instantly, as if it had turned into substance.

The majestic soul power gathered behind him, and it seemed like something terrible had awakened in Zao Wou-ki's body.

"Roar~" A terrifying roar suddenly sounded!

A semi-substantial ghost of a giant, fierce bear appeared behind Zao Wou-ki. It stood seven or eight meters tall. Its massive mouth could swallow a person whole, and its paws gleamed with a cold, icy light. Made of metal alloy, even its hair resembled steel needles, with a sharp breath.

This was the true body of the spirit, the foundation of soul masters above level 70. In fact, the true spirit body was his trump card.

Why did Zao Wou-ki activate the real body to fight Ye Zhen? First, the boy was strong enough not to die. Second, it was to show off his most powerful skill. Zao Wou-ki hadn't used it in a long time. As for the third reason... Zao Wou-ki also wanted to save face and show these little brats just how strong he was. Otherwise, if a teacher couldn't even defeat their students, how could he teach them? How could he convince others?

The moment Zao Wou-ki activated his Martial Spirit True Body, people all over the academy looked toward this side. After a slight frown, they rushed over.

In a nearby village outside of Shrek Academy, a chubby, red-haired boy with a rooster-like comb on his head, about thirteen years old, also felt the surge of energy. After his body shook, he put on his pants, muttered something, and ran toward Shrek Academy without looking back.

"Ma Hongjun, you bastard..." Behind him, a slender girl shouted. From her voice, she didn't sound very old...

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By this time, the Shrek Academy playground was already a mess, with half of the good tiles on the floor gone.

But no one cared about such trivial matters. Tang San, who had been watching the battle, froze. The pressure from the spiritual body was overwhelming.

Tang San and the others secretly cursed Zao Wou-ki for being shameless, pushing Ye Zhen into a tough fight with violent tactics when they couldn't capture him. Now, they had released the true body.

"Hahaha, bastard, use all your hidden abilities, don't hold back." Zao Wou-ki laughed freely, his current state surprisingly good. Not to mention the explosion of various attributes with the activation of his Martial Spirit True Body, even the power of his spiritual skill had more than doubled.

Although he might become weak for two days, it was worth it compared to gaining prestige.

"Paa" Ye Zhiqiu's face remained calm as he clapped his hands, "What a true martial spirit, in terms of shamelessness, I, Ye Zhen, would call you the strongest. In that case, I can't disappoint you, Professor Zhao. I will use half of my strength..."

Zao Wou-ki didn't want to wait. His movements were a bit rushed. He estimated that the academy teachers were already coming. If he didn't hurry and defeat this boy, he might not have the chance.

With that thought, the first five spirit rings on Zao Wou-ki's body lit up simultaneously. A terrifying wave of spiritual power spread out...

Ye Zhen, who had been standing still, felt a pressure several times heavier than before. At the same time, his body's sluggishness made him a little uncomfortable, but that was all.

A massive golden shield appeared, covering the spirit body of Zao Wou-ki, protecting the King Kong Bear. The two oversized paws of the King Kong Bear were more than doubled. This was Zao Wou-ki's second spirit ability, the effect of the Diamond Palm, and the fourth positioning tracking from his spirit rings was also activated outside Ye Zhen's body at the same moment.

This combination was completed almost instantly, which was perfect.

The first spirit ability dominated defense, the second dominated attacks, the third and fifth restricted opponents, and the fourth prevented opponents from escaping. The sixth spirit ability was a long-range attack, but Zao Wou-ki didn't use it.

Speaking of which, Zao Wou-ki's soul skill configuration was already a perfect combination.

Ye Zhen also felt some pressure. In this state, Zao Wou-ki was a bit complicated, and his defensive power alone gave him a headache.

But that didn't mean Ye Zhen would be defeated. On the contrary, at this moment, he felt his blood boiling, and he was eager for this battle.

His eyes seemed to burn with flames at this moment, and his skin was slightly reddened.

"Boom~ boom~" The tall body of Zao Wou-ki's Martial Spirit True Body took huge steps, rushing toward Ye Zhen, leaving big holes with each step.

"Vajra Strong Palm." Zao Wou-ki stared and roared toward Ye Zhen. But Ye Zhen showed no sign of fear. He faced Zao Wou-ki directly. Today, he would face it with full strength!

"Dawn Peacock." The same roar came from Ye Zhen's mouth.

Explosive spiritual power surged instantly from Ye Zhen's body, covering his whole form and transforming him into a ghostly peacock of black flames, five or six meters tall.

The peacock cried out to the sky, and the black flames in its eyes pulsed with magnificent momentum. With a wave of its wings, it struck directly at Zao Wou-ki's martial body.

At that moment, Tang San and the others who were watching the battle held their breath, their faces nervous. Who would win this direct confrontation?

"Roar~" The roars of Ye Zhen and Zao Wou-ki sounded almost simultaneously.

Then, in the center of their hands, there was a sudden "boom," which seemed to be a loud, resounding noise. A wave-like energy phantom spread out from it and slowly dissipated after several dozen meters.

In the center, the spiritual power was in revolt, smoke and dust filled the air. They could only see numerous broken stones and black fires flying out from the smoke and dust, occasionally mixed with some fragments of yellow soul power, but these fragments just flew out of the smoke and then dissipated, returning to the soul power. Between heaven and earth, if Tang San hadn't practiced the Purple Demon Eye, his vision far surpassed that of ordinary people, he might not have been able to capture this scene.

Tang San frowned, this is... both sides are injured?

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