Ye Nantian Stops the Fight

Ye Nantian Stops the Fight

The battle had been decided in a single exchange. In the blink of an eye, the fat man was lying on the ground, being beaten by Dai Yao.

The onlookers were utterly shocked.

"Monster! Is he really a One-Ring Soul Master?" someone asked incredulously, staring wide-eyed at the figure in the Duel Arena.

"Perhaps everyone was wrong. How could someone like him possibly be a cowardly turtle?" Someone began to doubt Dai Yao's bad reputation over the past three years.

"His opponent has already lost the ability to fight, yet he's still hurting him. Isn't that too much?!" Some thought Dai Yao's actions were too cruel.

Seeing Dai Yao's victory, Zhu Zhuqing could no longer suppress the joy in her heart. It was as if she could no longer feel the pain throughout her body.

Those three years of oppression had not only been endured by Dai Yao in humiliation—she had as well.

Though Dai Yao's methods were bloody and brutal, they were meant for enemies. To her, that was decisive ruthlessness.

Now that the bitter days had passed, she wanted to share the joy with Dai Yao. But because of her injuries, she could only remain seated where she was and feel proud of him.

Zhu Zhuyue's eyes widened in surprise. She had never expected Dai Yao to cross the gap of an entire spirit ring and defeat a Soul Grandmaster.

One more spirit ring did not simply mean one more soul skill. Absorbing a spirit ring brought comprehensive improvements in every aspect.

And Dai Yao had defeated the fat man with overwhelming ease.

Dai Yaming's expression instantly darkened. It would have been one thing if Dai Yao had merely defeated the fat man, but he had beaten him so severely. This was a slap in Dai Yaming's face.

Among Dai Yaming's subordinates, the fat man had already been among the more capable ones.

Though there were people stronger than the fat man, those people were nobles and would not obey Dai Yaming completely.

Only the fat man would carry out every order he gave with meticulous care.

Now, the fat man had been beaten half to death by Dai Yao on the stage. Dai Yaming had not only lost his most important right-hand man, but had also suffered a tremendous loss of face.

He stepped onto the stage and slowly pulled the fat man's head out of the crater. Placing a finger beneath his nose, he could still feel a faint breath.

The fat man's face was completely unrecognizable. He struggled to open his distorted eyes and guiltily stammered a few words: "S-sorry..."

The words came out in broken fragments. His mouth had suffered a devastating blow, making his speech unclear and barely understandable.

He had failed Dai Yaming's trust. He had come to teach Dai Yao a lesson, only to be taught a lesson by Dai Yao instead.

Dai Yaming's expression was complicated. Though the fat man had been defeated and beaten into such a miserable state, he had served Dai Yaming faithfully and rendered great service.

"Good! Good! Good!" Dai Yaming said each word through gritted teeth, his blood surging as boundless fury filled his voice.

"You really did keep your word and collected the interest. But today, don't even think about leaving alive."

Dai Yaming said coldly.

The fat man's defeat today had made Dai Yaming realize that Dai Yao was an enormous threat.

Defeating a Soul Grandmaster so effortlessly despite being a full rank lower was enough to prove Dai Yao's talent.

What was more, Dai Yao was already level twenty and could obtain a spirit ring. Once Dai Yao became a Soul Grandmaster, even Dai Yaming would find him troublesome.

Moreover, he and Dai Yao had already formed an irreconcilable, life-and-death enmity.

A trace of regret now arose in his heart. Dai Yao was a full six years younger than him and was already close to becoming a Soul Grandmaster. His future achievements would be limitless.

But things had already come to this. He had no choice. While Dai Yao was still weak, he had to eliminate him as quickly as possible, even if it meant violating the clan rules.

Otherwise, once Dai Yao grew stronger, Dai Yaming would undoubtedly die.

A cold gleam flashed through his eyes. After Martial Soul Possession, his hands had transformed into tiger paws, sharp tiger claws extending like blades.

Dai Yaming's actions drew waves of shocked cries from the crowd.

Two Soul Grand Masters challenging a One-Ring Soul Master one after another was utterly shameless.

Bullying the weak with strength was bad enough, but launching an attack while someone had just finished a battle and was resting was even worse.

Such despicable behavior drew condemnation from countless people.

But Dai Yaming could no longer care. Dai Yao's potential filled him with fear.

Dai Yao also reacted, assuming a fighting stance without daring to blink even once.

The pressure Dai Yaming exerted on him was simply too great.

Dai Yaming was no ordinary Soul Grandmaster. Over the past three years, he had risen from level twenty-five to level twenty-nine, reaching the peak of the Soul Grandmaster realm.

What was more, he possessed a Spirit Bone.

The Spirit Bone had not only granted him a new skill, but had also enhanced his body in every aspect.

The pressure he brought was far beyond anything the fat man could compare to.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Dai Yao's face. His heart gradually sank. Without a Second Spirit Ring and with only Eight Extremes Collapse, his chances of winning were slim.

Below the stage, Zhu Zhuyue's eyes shone with delight. She was relieved that Dai Yaming could still deal with Dai Yao. Having such a talented enemy frightened her as well. She now regretted provoking Dai Yao earlier out of willfulness.

Zhu Zhuqing, meanwhile, was frantic. She struggled to help Dai Yao, but her severe injuries caused her to collapse to the ground, unable to rise again.

A deep, powerful voice rang out from beyond the arena.

"You've gone too far, Second Prince."

Everyone turned toward the sound. Outside the arena stood a burly young man.

Quite a few Commoner Soul Masters showed delight, because this was the third person in the Academy no one dared provoke—Ye Nantian.

Under the admiring gazes of countless Soul Masters, Ye Nantian stepped into the arena and stopped in front of Dai Yao.

As it turned out, after news of Zhu Zhuqing being in danger arrived and Dai Yao left, Feng Wutong sensed that something was wrong. Rather than rushing to the arena, she immediately sought Ye Nantian's help.

After learning the full story, Ye Nantian had been more than willing to help. In fact, he had already arrived at the arena during the battle just now, but had not spoken up.

Others could not see how Dai Yao had determined the victor with a single move, but Ye Nantian understood perfectly well that the opening in that instant had been created by Hidden Strength.

Hidden Strength required one to compress Soul Power. It could not be attained without extraordinary fortune and immense perseverance.

Good kid, he really succeeded. Ye Nantian marveled inwardly.

Seeing the aggressive group approach, the Noble Soul Masters quickly gathered around Dai Yaming, confronting Ye Nantian's group.

Dai Yaming found this troublesome and snapped, "This is a matter of our royal family. It's not your place to interfere, is it?!"

Ye Nantian merely rolled his neck and declared domineeringly, "I may be a commoner, but I am also a Soul Master. A Soul Grandmaster fighting a One-Ring Soul Master—I can't stand by and watch that!"

But Dai Yaming had already thrown caution to the wind. He no longer cared about pride or appearances. Today, he had to cripple Dai Yao, or he would never know peace again. "Ye Nantian, I give you some respect, but don't start thinking you're someone important. You're nothing but a commoner—this isn't your place to call the shots!"

Those words angered not only Ye Nantian, but also thoroughly enraged the many Commoner Soul Masters.

Within the Academy, Commoner Soul Masters had always been bullied by Noble Soul Masters. Only by banding together for warmth could they put up any resistance. Now that the Second Prince had so brazenly demeaned their status as commoners, there was no way they could endure it any longer.

The Commoner Soul Masters took several steps forward and stared coldly at the Noble Soul Masters.

The situation instantly became tense, and the air itself seemed ready to freeze.

After his anger passed, Ye Nantian quickly regained his rationality. Whenever they came into conflict with nobles, they were always the ones who suffered.

Since he was the leader of the Commoner Soul Masters, he naturally had to bear responsibility for them. Clashing with Dai Yaming over one Dai Yao was truly unwise.