Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

He was the one who orchestrated this chaotic situation. According to the academy's original plan, it was basically impossible for a lower-year student like him to stand out. Even if there was an opportunity to become the center of attention, it would be focused on the upper-year students.

However, after learning about the academy's arrangements and the way student representatives were selected, he guessed that some people would be dissatisfied, especially the young soul masters from those titled Douluo families. This gave him an opportunity.

He planned to create chaos to give himself a chance to shine, but this chaos, at least on the surface, could not be created by him, nor could it be related to him.

After all, such a thing is quite risky. If the person who is the trigger doesn't have enough background, they will most likely be finished afterward. Whether it's him, Xie Yue and Hu Liena, or the little fat boy, none of them are suitable.

The most suitable candidates are none other than those sixth-grade students who failed to be selected. Among them, the easiest to provoke are the descendants of those titled Douluo families. They have strong backgrounds and strength, are more temperamental, and are more resentful.

So he arranged some methods through Tuoba Hong and gave those people some ideas. Sure enough, someone made a move today, and it seemed that it had the tacit approval of the higher-ups and was not stopped from developing. That made things even more interesting.

"Oh!"

Just as Yan and Tuoba Hong were talking, a figure suddenly flew over from a position closer to the center of the playground. Two students from Class 1 and Class 2 were unlucky enough to become human cushions, while the person who threw the object seemed to be quite angry after getting up despite the pain.

"You first-years dare to stay here? What, are you planning to compete for a spot?"

After standing up, the man pushed the two people who were trying to get up down again as if to vent his anger. Seeing the displeasure on the faces of some students around him, he not only did not restrain himself but also shouted arrogantly.

This attitude naturally annoyed everyone, and the two even had classmates and friends who, upon hearing this, immediately attacked them.

"Hey, you bunch of brats, you're asking for it. You..."

This guy was careless and suffered in silence. Just as he was about to say a few more harsh words, Yan seized the opportunity and used a Thousand Years of Stomping to send him flying off the field. He rolled into the other trainees in the team along with the other eliminated guys.

As soon as this guy was cleared out, some opportunistic individuals started attacking the first-year students. These people initially acted impulsively, but later decided to escalate the situation, figuring that there's no harm in numbers.

If all the student representatives from each grade on the playground had participated in this chaotic brawl, then the likelihood of everyone being severely punished afterwards would have been much smaller.

"Take good care of yourself, and you can also find an opportunity to show your skills."

Yan casually gave Tuoba Hong some instructions, then took a step and suddenly crashed into the chaotic crowd. Before his opponent could react, he knocked one of them down with a single punch.

Yan's intervention naturally made the situation even more chaotic. In fact, it couldn't be more chaotic. Without the teacher's restraint, these students naturally escalated the situation further.

Now, even the youngest first-year students have joined the chaotic fight, and the situation is getting increasingly out of control. Fortunately, the conflict only involves these hundred-odd student representatives and has not spread to all students, which is a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune.

Chapter 38 Consecutive Victories

On the Soul Master Academy's training ground, Yan charged into the center of the chaotic crowd, dealt with a few guys of average strength, and then faced off against someone with some real power.

The suddenness of this chaos, especially after everyone was involved in the fight, made the difference in strength obvious. The first few to be dealt with were either those who were hated so much that they were targeted, or those who were simply not strong enough.

Of the 120 student representatives, only those in their third year or above were at least at the first Soul Ring level, so the first to be eliminated were those who hadn't even acquired a single Soul Ring.

Yan deliberately targeted the weak in the crowd, figuring that his young age would prevent him from being accused of bullying. However, once all the weaker individuals were eliminated, he charged into the central area and finally faced off against a formal Soul Master.

"Kid, this is not a place for you."

Opposite Yan, a Soul Master wielded an Iron Rod Martial Soul, creating gusts of wind with each swing. Seeing Yan charging towards him, the Soul Master didn't waste any words and swung the Iron Rod at Yan's shoulder.

"what……"

A scream rang out, and the obvious sound naturally attracted the attention of many people around. However, the situation was beyond everyone's expectations.

The one who suffered the loss was not Yan, who was obviously younger, but the guy who wielded the iron bar. He was clutching his lower abdomen, his face full of pain, and he kept screaming.

"Oh!"

Yan's movements did not stop. He suddenly exerted force with the hand holding the man's martial spirit iron rod, lifting the man up and then kicking him. The man screamed and flew out of the training ground, and another student was forced to leave the field.

"This kid shouldn't be even in third grade yet, right? He must have at least level fifteen soul power?"

"This was an absolute crushing defeat; they completely crippled that guy in a head-on collision."

"These kids are so fierce these days, which class is this one from?"

……

Yan's performance naturally shocked many people. In the previous exchange, he used absolute power to completely crush his opponent, eliminating the guy with only level twelve or thirteen soul power and revealing at least level fifteen soul power.

A level 15 soul power is rare even in the entire academy, placing him among the more outstanding sixth-year students. Judging by Yan's age, he's at most seven, either a first or second-year student, which naturally caused considerable anxiety among many.

Having easily dealt with one guy, Yan naturally pushed his way into the chaotic center. When another guy blocked his path, he didn't waste any words and simply kicked him.

"Kid, I didn't mess with you... *bang*"

The other party had only just reacted when Yan kicked him, and before he could finish speaking, he was kicked back several steps.

"You bastard, you're asking for it."

After regaining his balance, the man immediately flew into a rage. As he roared, his body was covered in intersecting patterns of light. When his martial spirit was activated, tiger stripes surrounded him, and his hands transformed into tiger claws.

"The War Tiger Martial Soul, the so-called King of Beasts, is a joke to me."

When Yan saw the man's martial spirit, he was only slightly taken aback, but he still chose to confront him head-on. However, this time when he threw a punch, a burst of flames suddenly shot out, and the power of his fist was even stronger with the help of the flames.

"Damn it, it's actually a powerful martial soul that is born with elemental abilities."

Yan's opponent knew he had met his match as soon as he saw the sudden burst of flames, but unfortunately, the opponent's attack had already begun, and he had nowhere to retreat.

With a single step, Yan Zongbu brought the two extremely close. His left hand fell first, flames swirling in his palm, while the owner of the War Tiger Martial Soul crossed his arms and raised them upwards.

"Boom!"

Both of them jolted violently, but neither of them gained a significant advantage. The guy who was able to withstand Yan's attack was no ordinary person either. After regaining his balance, he transformed his crossed hands into tiger claws and locked them in place. He then took a step back and pulled Yan forward, trying to cause him to lose his balance.

At this moment, Yan remained calm and composed, forcibly stabilizing his body. His left hand was pulled forward, his palm already red, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. However, in the next instant, flames surged in his palm, and a burst of flames shot out from his palm, rushing straight towards the man's face through the gap in the tiger's claws.

A flame rapidly enlarged in the man's pupils, and the intense heat rushed towards him. He instinctively closed his eyes and turned his head away, which gave Yan his chance.

With a burst of power from his left hand, the man's body was lifted up, and his right hand immediately threw a punch. The powerful and explosive punch pierced straight out, bypassing the man's arms and hitting him squarely in the chest. Before the man could react, a sharp pain struck him, and he couldn't help but release his grip, crashing to the ground.

"This kid is troublesome; it's amazing that such a formidable character has emerged from the lower grades."

"Red hair and red eyes, I think there was one in the first year, and he was quite famous."

"No way, are first graders this strong now? I couldn't have handled that combo just now."

……

Yan made a series of moves to defeat his enemies, especially his combo just now. First, he used flames to force the enemy's vitals, attacking their face. Most people would probably react similarly. Then, he used a precise and fast combo to take the person away. There are probably not many people present who could do that.

These people were secretly amazed by Yan's strength, but Yan would not stop. With calm and steady steps, he walked towards the center of the crowd, and in a sudden movement, he launched a series of palm strikes, hitting the guy blocking his way with one palm, and then unleashing a burst of flames with a second burst of power.

With momentum and divine control, the attack was as powerful as a thunderclap, and the strong secondary impact caught the opponents off guard, throwing them all away.

"You little brat in first grade, don't be so arrogant."

Yan marched forward unimpeded, defeating one senior Soul Master after another. But as he approached the center, he encountered resistance again, with a tall, muscular figure, resembling a black bear, blocking his path.

After the martial soul was attached to him, this guy was more than twice the size of Yan. His bear paws were even bigger than his head. Two soul rings pulsed around his body, revealing extraordinary soul power fluctuations. Without a doubt, he was a two-ring Great Soul Master.

"Black Bear Wang Lin".

Yan looked at the guy in front of him who was putting a lot of pressure on him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He had investigated this guy before.

"Kid, since you know me, you should also know that this path is blocked. You've already shown off enough. Although your strength is not bad, we still call the shots in the academy. There are some things that a brat like you can't even dream of."

Black Bear Wang Lin crossed his arms, exuding a terrifying aura, and stared at Yan, trying to make him back down.

"Ha, you're the ones who call the shots. Who do you think you are?"

Yan wouldn't change his mind because of a few words from others. When things didn't go his way, he immediately started fighting. He pushed off the ground with his left leg and launched himself into the air, while his right leg kicked fiercely at his opponent.

Chapter 39 The Birth of a Demon

"Oh!"

In their first clash, the black bear blocked Yan's kick with just one hand, and then suddenly reached out with its other hand to grab him.

However, Yan was far more agile than he had imagined. With a tap of his right foot, he narrowly avoided his palm, and then with a tap of his left foot on Yan's forearm, he flipped through the air and passed him by.

Before he could even turn around and exert his strength, Wang Lin felt a weight on his shoulder. His soul rings pulsed, preparing to unleash his soul skill to defeat the enemy. Unfortunately, he was a step too slow for Yan. A powerful kick landed squarely on his back, causing him to lose his balance and fly away after releasing his soul skill.

The chaos on the training ground intensified further. Although the students were fighting, some of them wisely refrained from using their soul skills. After all, many of their soul skills were ranged or even area-of-effect, and using them would be extremely dangerous.

But as the fighting progressed, the tension escalated, and some people started attacking without regard for the consequences. In an instant, powerful soul skills such as wind blade combos, fire rays, lightning nets, and freezing rays flew everywhere, making the situation on the field even more chaotic.

A glint appeared in Yan's eyes within the playground. The AI, Dawn, was operating at its limit, monitoring everything around him, including when the soul skills would be unleashed and the changes in everyone's positions.

He kept moving, and even though people around him would try to stop him from doing anything, he couldn't stop. As he launched his hidden attacks, the situation became even more chaotic.

"Kid, you're quite the runner. This isn't a place for you."

Another figure appeared in front of Yan, blocking his way. Sparks flew as the black leopard claws crossed. It was Heize, who had started the trouble in the first place.

The confrontation between Yan and Heize finally caught the attention of the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall on the high platform. It was already noteworthy that a one-ring Soul Master could make it all the way to the center of the training ground, not to mention that another opponent was involved, the descendant of a Title Douluo.

"I said you can stop now."

Yan was about to pass by him when Heize spun around and blocked his way again. This guy was an agility-type Soul Master, and in terms of speed, he was indeed faster than Yan in his current state. It was unrealistic to try to get past him; it would be better to just take him down.

After a moment's thought, Yan stopped hesitating, stepped forward, and assumed a perfectly standard fist stance. Then, the collision between the two erupted. As the sound of their bodies colliding rang out again, a great battle immediately broke out.

"Oh!"

Whether it was overconfidence or overconfidence in his power, Kurosawa actually abandoned his speed advantage and went head-to-head with Yan. The moment their fists and palms collided, Yan used the recoil force to quickly retreat, and after a sway, he unleashed a barrage of powerful punches like rain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A flurry of flames surged toward Kurosawa's face. Yan released flames with every movement, not with immense power, but specifically targeting Kurosawa's nose, mouth, and eyes. The nose and mouth were relatively easy targets, but the eyes were the real danger.

Even with professional training, one's eyes will still involuntarily close when faced with a crisis, and even Kurosawa is no exception. Taking advantage of the moment when Kurosawa closes his eyes, Yan slips his hands between his arms and then suddenly pushes his arms away.

Yan's attack shook his arm open, and then he pressed his advantage without letting up. First, he used Iron Mountain Lean to directly hit his chest, and when he was unsteady, he used a Heart-Piercing Elbow to push forward. With a single elbow strike, he sent Heize flying more than ten meters away.

"This kid is quite clever. The flames are clearly not weak, but he controls them perfectly. Every time he punches or claps, flames swirl around him and strike. Although the flames are not strong, they are all just right. The flames that are not powerful have a miraculous effect on his eyes, nose, and exposed skin."

"I have never seen this kind of fighting technique before, but it is very well-organized. I don't know if it is an ancient and self-created soul skill inherited from my family or an alternative soul skill created by myself."

"Judging from that kid's appearance, he's only about six or seven years old. To be able to train to this level is indeed quite impressive."

The group of titled Douluo on the high platform were somewhat attracted to Yan, and among them were many who praised him, including Demon Bear Douluo.

The Title Douluo within the Spirit Hall are all figures comparable to grandmasters, possessing considerable character and composure. With their experience, they could discern that Yan's movements just now were techniques from a complete fighting routine.

This shouldn't be considered a truly self-created soul skill, but for someone only six or seven years old to have mastered this movement to such a degree and applied it in actual combat is quite remarkable.

In fact, what they said wasn't entirely wrong; the moves Yan used just now incorporated some techniques from modern martial arts and Bajiquan.

Bajiquan is known as the most practical martial art. Regardless of whether there are any secret techniques passed down, moves like the "Heart-Piercing Elbow" and "Iron Mountain Lean" are indeed quite powerful. The "Heart-Piercing Elbow," in particular, is a powerful strike aimed directly at the chest; it's normal for an ordinary person to be sent flying.

"It's almost time."