Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Change of Heart

  If it were someone else, perhaps Butterfly Jade would have succeeded this time. After all, a person who has relied on soul power to survive since birth would be at a loss for a short period of time if they suddenly lost their soul power. However, facing Zong Yin, this method is clearly not feasible. It's been less than two months since Zong Yin had soul power, and he hasn't reached the point where he wouldn't react even without soul power.

  Just as Die Yao's ghostly claw was about to pierce Zong Yin's chest, Zong Yin bared his white teeth at her and with the greyish-white markings on his legs that were fading away, he moved a step to the left at an unimaginable speed, dodging the punch that would have landed on his chest.

  With a double fist strike, Die Yao instinctively fell forward. Her pupils suddenly contracted, without Zong Yin's obstruction, at her impact speed she would directly rush out of the arena. Zong Yin had long seen through Die Yao's intentions and didn't dodge or evade, instead using the characteristics of his soul technique to turn the tables, preparing to take advantage of her. Originally thinking she had a sure win, Die Yao unexpectedly fell into his trap.

  Jiǎn zhī yǐ huì rú cǐ jiǎo dù fā qǐ chōng jī, zì rán shì yǒu zhe hòu shǒu.

  Translation:

  Since Butterfly Orchid dared to launch an attack from such an angle, she naturally had a trump card up her sleeve.

  In the blink of an eye, a faint smile appeared on Butterfly's face. The soul technique he used under his feet accelerated over short distances and excelled in making sharp turns within a small range. With one kick of his left foot, he charged off in a ninety-degree angle in the opposite direction of Zong Yin.

  Unfortunately, at the moment when Yuxiao rushed out with a kick, her smile froze on her face.

  "Slap!" A crisp sound, a strong big hand slapped her buttocks.

  "Go ahead!"

  Zong Yinyin was smiling secretly, and her soul force was cut off by Die Yao, revealing her true face. Her right hand followed the momentum and heavily slapped her buttocks, forcibly changing the direction she had just transformed into, slapping her towards the bottom of the martial arts platform.

  "Ah!"

  Die Yan was not usually so fragile, but Zong Yin's hand on his buttocks was not honest and pinched hard. Die Yan had no experience of such an attack and suddenly felt weak, his soul power in disarray, let out a cry of surprise and was knocked off the martial arts platform by Zong Yin.

  Stumbling and staggering to steady her steps, so as not to fall to the ground, Butterfly Yiu's face was flushed red as she turned around and glared at Zong Yin.

  But all she saw was Zong Yin's face full of righteousness, with a hint of apology as he looked at her. Seeing this, Die Yao was stunned, could it be that he wasn't doing it on purpose? But what about the fact that he pinched so hard in the end?!

  She stomped her foot and Butterfly Jade also didn't have the face to continue staying in the original place, nor did she lift the soul technique. Like a fluttering butterfly, she disappeared into the crowd.

  After Dai Xiang disappeared, Zong Yin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the lewd smile on his face flashed by, and his right hand moved involuntarily.

  "It really has elasticity..."

  While countless boys in the audience looked at him with disdain, Zong Yin whispered to himself, his mind made up on the two major criteria for finding a wife in this world: **, beautiful legs and after adding one more, plump buttocks!

  Zong Yinyin emerged victorious with his wit amidst the flashing lights, earning him countless envious and resentful glances from the boys, after which he walked down from the martial arts stage without a hint of shame.

  "You're indeed a student of Hei Sen..."

  Li's eyes twitched at the corners as he stared intently at Zong Yin slowly walking down from the martial arts platform.

  Zong Yin's performance yesterday has caught the attention of the higher-ups at Soul Academy, and just that bravery and sense of justice have made Li Bu Xao look at him in a different light, so Li Bu Xao specially paid attention to Zong Yin's match.

  Hei Sen, standing behind Li Bu Xiang, had a flash of red on his dark face, but he didn't respond. He just kept scratching his head and grinning foolishly. Although Hei Sen seemed unaffected by Li Bu Xiang's ambiguous praise, in his heart, he had already cursed Zong Yin to death and made up his mind to give him "special guidance" when he got back.

  Especially in the midst of Izumi's group's undisguised jeers, this determination grew stronger by a few degrees.

  Seigi, who was intently focused on the next match between the two opponents, suddenly shuddered for no reason, looked around blankly, muttered something casually, and continued to analyze the two people's soul techniques and attack methods.

  After five rounds of elimination, only 158 people are left. None of these more than a hundred people who can make it to the present are easy to deal with.

  Zonghui's next opponent emerged just three minutes later, another aggressive Soul Master. And it was the type that Zongyao dreaded the most, with no rules to speak of in battle, simply relying on brute force to overwhelm his opponents.

  He let out a sigh, and Zong Yao understood in his heart that the next battle would be another tough one, with no chance of taking it easy. His chances of winning were slim, as his opponent's physical strength and power were not on the same level as his own. Even if Zong Yao won by luck, it would be a miserable victory, and he would lose his qualification to participate in the next round of competition.

  He slightly shook his head and stopped watching the rest of the match, finding a corner to sit down in and cultivating his soul power with "Soul Return".

  About half an hour later, everyone's game was over, and the sixth round of elimination began.

  On the solemn and majestic martial arts stage, this time, he didn't have the confidence to win, nor did he even have a three-layered confidence.

  "Hey, don't give up, you're all we have left in our class."

  At this moment, a weak voice sounded behind Zong Yin. Yang Jun was hanging his arm, with thick bandages tied to his chest, leaning weakly on another student in the same class. Behind Yang Jun stood all the students of Hei Sen class, each one staring at Zong Yin with full expectation.

  "Zong, refuel! You must win! If you lose, we'll be in trouble! I don't want to be specially coached by that black gorilla!"

  "We must win!"

  "If you lose, we'll push you to the front and let you enjoy Black Forest's special guidance first!"

  ……

  For a time, the whole scene was chaotic to the extreme, attracting countless people's attention.

  "If you win, I'll let you touch me again, how about that?"

  The scene, which had just been extremely chaotic, suddenly became quiet after Fengzi asked a question, and everyone swallowed their saliva, staring at Fengzi's chest.

  Zong Yin covered his eyes with his hand and awkwardly wiped away the crystal at the corner of his eye, his mouth curling up into an ugly arc.

  Zong Yin was originally a sentimental person. Since coming to this strange world, his heart felt warm for the first time. The heart that had been isolated from everyone else gradually broke down its walls. From this moment on, Zong Yin truly acknowledged himself as a Soul Master of this world, rather than a college student from another world.

  "Fight with all your might, without holding back. Don't think about the next match, just win this one and I guarantee you'll make it to the next round of eliminations."

  The always silent Hun Yu seemed to have sensed the softness of Zong Yin's heart, and at this moment added the last spark that ignited his boiling heart.

  "Let's all die together! Afraid of him? No way! We'll resist together! I don't believe forty-seven of us can't beat that one ape! Come on, let's fight!"

  Zong Yin let out a loud roar, releasing the pent-up air in his throat, and initiated the reversal of his ancestor's technique. His massive stone arm heavily smashed towards his opponent.

  "Haha! Colorful gorilla... Hahaha!"

  Zong Yin's voice was so loud that even the many masters in the distance could hear it clearly, and suddenly countless sarcastic voices erupted, ridiculing Hei Sen mercilessly.

  "Fine! Enough! Then you can all go die together!"

  Hei Sen's face was pitch black and his features were completely invisible, staring tightly at Zong Yin on the martial arts stage, squeezing out a ruthless remark from between his teeth.

  Zong Yin may not know that his unintentional roar had raised their subsequent training level from egg-pain to egg-shattering.

  At this moment, he was already in a bitter struggle. The opponent was not like an iron fist, and he also saw that Zong Yin's body was very fragile, with every punch aimed at Zong Yin's body. Two soul power shields plus the soul power shield were trembling violently after being hit by one punch, and the second punch was on the verge of collapse. In just three punches, both the soul power shield and the soul power shield were shattered simultaneously.

  A mouthful of blood spurted out, Zong Yin's body shook violently, but he didn't retreat in the slightest. He pulled out his left hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth and slapped his head again with a ferocious expression.

  The opponent was slapped by Zong Yin and suddenly felt dizzy, his body swaying slightly. He shook his head vigorously, blinked his eyes, and then punched Zong Yin's chest again.

  Fortunately, the body that had been nourished by the air holes had undergone a fundamental change, even if it didn't show any external changes. A punch from his opponent wouldn't be enough to knock him out. With some time to buffer, Zong Yin had once again condensed a new soul power shield and guard, which was just strong enough for him to gain another chance at a punch.

  Zong Yin, while being attacked, also opened his right hand made of stone as Mo Yu said, and slapped his left ear mercilessly. Fresh blood flowed from his ears to his neck, and with each slap, he could feel the opponent's strength weakening a bit.

  He secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking that the manga he had read wasn't useless after all. The shockwave from the attack on the eardrum would rupture the eardrum, causing loss of balance and even death. If Zong Yin's strength hadn't been insufficient, the opponent would probably be lying down by now.

  "Raaaah! You asked for it! Die! Stone cannon!"

  His opponent also apparently understood that Zonghui had used some unknown means to make his attacks weaker and weaker, and he roared with anger, the blue flower pattern climbing up his right arm. His fists did not increase but decrease, until they became as small as a child's fist, and he punched at Zonghui's heart with one punch.

  When the opponent shouted out the name of the soul skill, including Zonghui, everyone who knew this soul skill had a drastic change in expression.

  Zong Yin barely had time to flatten his body, and his fist slammed into the center of his chest, a through-and-through blood hole appeared in the position of Zong Yin's heart wheel.