I'll Be Waiting for You at Shrek Academy

Wu Qi paid no attention to the commotion in the stands.

At present, he held an absolute advantage on the arena.

With the support of the Spirit Luan Martial Void Art, a fierce gale swirled around him. With every strike of his wing blades, their power continued to rise.

The essence of the Spirit Luan Martial Void Art was similar to the Clear Sky Sect's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

However, while its method of stacking attack power was not as violent as the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, the gusts it stirred up made its user as nimble as a roaming dragon. Opponents simply could not lock onto him.

Wu Qi had never seen the true Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, but if it were truly compared with the Spirit Luan Martial Void Art, the latter would undoubtedly win outright.

Dai Mubai had been beaten so badly by his assault that he lost all sense of direction. He wanted to fight back, but lacked the strength to do so.

Even relying on the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, Dai Mubai could only hold on bitterly.

"Why does an Agility Attack-Type Spirit Master possess such terrifying attack power?!"

Dai Mubai was filled with confusion.

In his understanding, Agility Attack-Type Spirit Masters held no advantage against Power Attack-Type Spirit Masters. Especially with the arena's limited space, Agility Attack-Type Spirit Masters were simply no match for Power Attack-Type Spirit Masters.

But Wu Qi before him could not be measured by common sense at all.

He possessed tremendous attack power while also having the ultimate speed of an Agility Attack-Type Spirit Master. How the hell was anyone supposed to fight that?

Dai Mubai did not doubt in the slightest that, if he had not held an advantage in Soul Power Level, he would have lost this match long ago.

Just as he thought Wu Qi would seize this chance to eliminate him, the latter suddenly withdrew his assault and hovered in the air.

Defeating Dai Mubai with the full extent of the Spirit Luan Martial Void Art would consume a great deal of Soul Power.

Wu Qi had a cheaper method. There was no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut!

Dai Mubai finally had a chance to catch his breath. Looking at Wu Qi floating overhead, he smiled. "Such a fierce offensive must consume a great deal of your Soul Power, right?"

"Your strength is indeed formidable. I, Dai Mubai, acknowledge you as a brother. But I won't decline the fruits of victory in this Soul Fight Competition."

Wu Qi did not answer and flapped his wings again.

Dai Mubai was no fool. After the earlier probing, he knew what Soul Skill his opponent planned to unleash next.

At the same time, he became even more convinced of his judgment.

"Just a First Soul Skill won't be enough to defeat me."

The White Tiger Vajra Transformation had already been broken, but he still had enough Soul Power to use his First Soul Skill.

Based on their earlier exchange, his First Soul Skill was sufficient to block Wu Qi's First Soul Skill.

"Arrogant."

Wu Qi sneered inwardly.

This time, what he was using was not his First Soul Skill.

Wind Blade Flight had long since been refined into a Self-Created Soul Skill, and the power of a Self-Created Soul Skill increased along with its user's Soul Power.

At this moment, the power of Wind Blade Flight was equivalent to his Third Spirit Skill.

Countless Feather Blades gathered into a massive blade, which slashed toward his opponent under his control.

Dai Mubai assumed a defensive stance.

No matter how a First Soul Skill changed, its power could not exceed a certain limit.

Wu Qi's earlier misdirection had worked.

Other than using his First Soul Skill, Dai Mubai did not employ any other means of defense.

The massive blade fell and instantly shattered the White Tiger Barrier. Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. By the time he tried to defend himself, it was already too late.

The match ended, and a tidal wave of cheers erupted from the stands as the audience shouted Wu Qi's title.

"Azure Luan's Cry!"

With elegant techniques, Wu Qi had displayed overwhelming strength in this match.

People were naturally drawn to the strong, not to mention that he was handsome to begin with.

Dai Mubai slumped on the arena floor, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.

If he had not voluntarily conceded at the last moment, that massive blade formed from Feather Blades could likely have taken his life with ease.

After the match, he also realized that he had underestimated his opponent. At the same time, Wu Qi's initial misdirection had laid the groundwork for his defeat.

The current Dai Mubai was still as carefree and cynical as ever. His mind had not yet been poisoned by Yu Xiaogang.

This was not his first loss in a Soul Fight Competition, and he merely laughed it off.

"Brother, that was impressive. What's your name?" Dai Mubai climbed to his feet without the slightest trace of disappointment on his face. Instead, he looked forward to their next match.

Wu Qi nodded and gave his name in an indifferent tone.

"Alright, Brother Little Wu. I'll be waiting for you at Shrek Academy. Once school starts, we'll have another spar."

After saying that, he gave Wu Qi no chance to respond. He laughed freely and walked off the arena.

I'm afraid you'll never get to wait for me.

When Wu Qi returned to the stands, Qian Gu Changkong's match had also ended.

Having scored an opening victory, Qian Gu Changkong did not forget to boast about his record.

"That old guy has lived for so many years, yet his use of his Martial Soul was incredibly crude. I barely even exerted myself before he lost."

As for Wu Qi's record, he knew the result even without asking.

Wu Qi could even kill a Soul Ancestor. How could he possibly lose to some inexperienced brat who had never seen blood?

Wu Qi said, "We're the beneficiaries. Our elders spent a long time exploring Martial Souls and achieved extremely high attainments themselves. Though we're walking the old paths they once took, we've safely avoided many of the pitfalls along the way."

"So, we still have to thank the older generation for their contributions. They're the reason we possess our current strength."

"Of course, don't get too full of yourself. In the early stages, we can rely on our predecessors' experience, but eventually, we must forge our own paths if we want a chance to become someone like the Great Enshriner."

"Also, break through level thirty as soon as possible. After that, we'll start two-on-two Soul Fights."

The Great Soul Arena's rules restricted each person to only one Soul Fight of each type per day.

Once they began two-on-two Soul Fights, the rate at which they earned points would only become faster.

Qian Gu Changkong explained helplessly, "Haste makes waste. Grandfather said I still need to settle down and build a stronger foundation."

After the Soul Fights ended, the two had just left the Great Soul Arena's grounds when more than a dozen young women rushed over and surrounded Wu Qi.

These women were dressed lavishly, so their families were undoubtedly well-off.

Wu Qi's performance in the Great Soul Arena had completely captured their hearts.

Wu Qi looked helpless. These women kept pressing themselves against him, making it impossible for him to clear them away.

With no other choice, he shot Qian Gu Changkong a pleading look.

The latter felt sour inside, but he was still willing to help.

"Look! That's Chrysanthemum Douluo!"

Qian Gu Changkong shouted at the top of his lungs.

A Titled Douluo was clearly more attractive than Wu Qi. The women hurriedly turned to look, and Wu Qi seized the opportunity to activate his Martial Soul and fly away into the sky, escaping these fanatical "fans."

After Wu Qi defeated Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun behaved himself and no longer dared to trouble the two of them.

Three days later, on the day before Shrek Academy opened, Tang San and Xiao Wu entered Suotuo City.

Just like in the original timeline, they fought Dai Mubai at the Rose Hotel over a room.

That afternoon, Tang San and Xiao Wu wandered through the city and arrived at Flender's little shop.

The Crystal Gold Filament had already been bought by Wu Qi, so Tang San was destined to return empty-handed.

As Tang San left Flender's little shop, he inexplicably felt a pang of unease, as if something that had once belonged to him had slipped away.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Seeing that something was off about his expression, Xiao Wu asked with concern.

"Nothing." Tang San only found it strange and did not take the matter to heart.