Flander Takes to the Sky, Flander Loses

Bai Ge turned to Tang San. "Xiao San, please call the start."

Tang San nodded. "Three, two, one, begin!"

The moment Tang San finished calling out, Flander beat his wings and flew into the sky!

However, before Flander could activate his first soul skill, Bai Ge coldly uttered a single word: "Forbidden!"

Then, with a splat, Flander's soul skill was interrupted. His Soul Power went haywire, and he fell straight down from several dozen meters in the air, crashing down in a daze.

The others only saw a flash of golden light before Bai Ge had already appeared in front of Flander.

A Golden Light Sword extended from his left wrist. Looking down from above, he held it less than an inch from Flander's throat.

It was the Knight Light Sword.

"How was that?"

Flander's face had gone green. Three parts regret, three parts unwillingness, and four parts astonishment. "Tell me, how did you do it?"

"A domain, and my first soul skill, Teleportation."

Flander fell silent.

The Four-Eyed Cat Eagle was certainly good, but compared to a top-tier martial soul born with a domain, it was far inferior.

Moreover, Bai Ge's movements and timing, tempered through countless battles and as fluid as flowing clouds, were not something someone his age should possess.

Poor Flander had no way of knowing that along with the battle technique inheritances of the twelve Golden Saints, Bai Ge had also inherited all of their lifetime battle experience!

The Golden Saints were powerhouses who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, who dared to raise their fists against gods!

How could their combat experience possibly be compared to Flander's?

From the age of six to twelve, over six years, Bai Ge had been tempered countless times beneath Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword.

From being covered in blood at the beginning, his wounds deep enough to expose bone, to later moving with ease and striking freely, he had integrated into himself the experience forged in blood by generations of Golden Saints.

Bai Ge had gambled with his life to obtain the strength he possessed today.

Although Sword Douluo did not understand why Bai Ge pushed himself so desperately, he still granted his wish.

Although the Life Source Pearl protected him and kept Bai Ge from dying, that was not absolute. If Seven Kill Sword Qi struck him directly in the head, he would still die.

(The Life Source Pearl appears in Chapter Four.)

Sword Douluo merely suppressed his cultivation and controlled the force of his attacks. He would not avoid vital areas.

Nor would the pain of Sword Qi cutting into his body lessen.

As for Bai Ge's domain, its essence was his cosmos.

As long as Bai Ge released his cosmos outward, it would form around his body an initial, crude, rudimentary, yet wholly Bai Ge-controlled incomplete projection of a world...

This was a domain!

And the backdrop of this domain was a pitch-black starry universe!

Thus, beneath the cover of night, Flander had not realized that he was already within Bai Ge's domain!

Though it was far inferior to that of a Golden Saint, it was already more than enough to forbid flight.

Flander had not lost unfairly.

The Spirit Rings of this world were quite special. After soul beasts died, they formed under the influence of the laws of the world.

In other words, Spirit Rings were naturally tainted with a trace of the power of laws.

This was a great tonic for Bai Ge's cosmos!

The higher the Spirit Ring's age, the more power of laws it carried, and the greater the benefit it brought Bai Ge.

His cosmos would likewise become stronger and more complete.

Since he had already lost, Flander naturally had nothing more to say.

The matter with Ning Rongrong ended there, written off completely.

Flander began the next part of the lesson.

Flander led everyone to Suotuo City.

The sky had already darkened, but Suotuo City was brilliantly lit, and even more bustling than during the day.

Flander brought them before an enormous building and said, "Today's lesson will be held here."

Dai Mubai said in surprise, "You're bringing them here on the first day?"

Flander nodded slightly. Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, he said in a deep voice, "This is the Soto Great Spirit Arena, a place specifically for soul masters to fight. It can give you plenty of practical combat experience.

"Mubai, explain the rules to them. Your task is to obtain a Silver Spirit Badge before graduation."

Bai Ge remained calm and unconcerned. These things held little value for him.

If one had never killed anyone or seen blood, how could they have the nerve to call it practical combat?

Tang San was an assassin of the Tang Sect, while Bai Ge possessed the inheritance of the Saints. To the two of them, this was merely playing house with children.

Still, Tang San and Xiao Wu formed a "San Wu" combination.

In their two-on-two match, their opponents were two burly men wielding forging hammers, known as the Iron Blood Combination.

"Those two are Assault System soul masters. Against a Control System Soul Master like Xiao San, they have an inherent disadvantage when their cultivation is not high. This match is in the bag," Bai Ge said with certainty.

However, plans could not keep up with changes.

Just as victory seemed assured, the two burly men from the Iron Blood Combination suddenly flung their hammers at them. To protect Xiao Wu, Tang San, that fragile Tang Sect disciple, resolutely transformed into Tiance and stood before Xiao Wu.

Unfortunately, he had not learned Iron Prison Law. He immediately spat blood and suffered serious injuries.

"What is Xiao Wu doing?" Dai Mubai suddenly cried out.

Bai Ge's expression sharpened. "Xiao Wu, show mercy!"

Seeing Tang San injured, Xiao Wu was consumed by rage and actually fired four sleeve arrows at the two men, who could no longer move!

And they were clearly aimed at their heads! With the power of those sleeve arrows, they were enough to pierce their skulls.

Though the two had injured Tang San, this was still an arena match, and they had only acted in self-defense. Their crime did not warrant death.

Fortunately, Tang San reacted quickly and took out four Willow Leaf Blades, knocking the sleeve arrows down.

After Tang San and Xiao Wu stepped off the arena, Bai Ge sighed and injected a stream of Light Attribute Soul Power into Tang San's body, helping ease his injuries.

"Where is the dean?" Tang San asked Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai said helplessly, "Who knows where he went? He told us to head back first once our spirit battles were over."

As the group left the spirit arena, they could still hear wave after wave of cheers rising behind them.

Today's spirit battles could not be said to have brought tremendous gains, but through this kind of hostile practical combat, Tang San still felt he had learned quite a bit.

Especially in the battle against the Iron brothers. In terms of strength, Tang San and Xiao Wu had clearly been above their opponents, yet because they had underestimated them somewhat, they had nearly lost.

Tang San could not help recalling something Grandmaster had once said: in battles between soul masters, the first thing was to determine the opponent's abilities. If that could not be done, then everything had to be handled with the utmost caution.

Even low-level soul masters could possess deadly soul skills.

"You all go back first. The dean just told me to stop by his shop."

Ma Hongjun suddenly spoke. A few excited glints flashed in his small eyes.

A faintly suggestive expression appeared on Dai Mubai's face. "Then we'll head back first. Take it easy."

"Brother Dai, aren't you coming?"

"No. Stop talking nonsense and get going."

Dai Mubai glared at him irritably, but the corner of his eye drifted toward Zhu Zhuqing.