Crushing Defeat, Yan Shaozhe: He's Actually Level 40!

Xue Nianbing watched Wang Dong step toward him and calmly shifted slightly to the side, seemingly dodging by the narrowest margin.

In the gap created by her missed step, Xue Nianbing was surprised to discover that Wang Dong's long legs had astonishing proportions.

"Nice legs... ah, damn."

Xue Nianbing secretly shook his head and thought, Even that kind of probing got no reaction. Something really has happened in the God Realm.

Thinking of this, Xue Nianbing felt a burst of delight. Before Wang Dong could react, he grabbed her ankle with one hand and casually flung her away.

"Whoosh..."

Wang Dong flew through the air in a graceful arc.

However, Wang Dong was no pushover.

Before landing, she quickly adjusted her body and landed steadily in the open space, her eyes filled with disbelief.

From that throw just now, she had clearly sensed Xue Nianbing's strength. It was terrifyingly powerful.

"Hmph, again!"

Wang Dong was still unconvinced.

She charged forward again, this time leaping directly into the air and bringing her right leg down hard at Xue Nianbing.

"Your speed is more than just a little slow."

Xue Nianbing chuckled and jumped up, taking the initiative to meet her leg head-on.

"Bang."

Wang Dong's right leg landed squarely on Xue Nianbing's left shoulder. She had clearly hit him, yet it only brought a flicker of pain to herself.

Wang Dong endured the pain without saying a word.

Xue Nianbing did not care. He pressed forward, drawing back his fist as he prepared to strike.

Because Wang Dong's body was exceptionally flexible, Xue Nianbing's shoulder held up her long leg as he pressed straight toward her, leaving less than an inch between them.

"You!"

Seeing that handsome face so close to hers, Wang Dong's face immediately reddened.

This time, it was not from anger, but embarrassment.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, Xue Nianbing's fist came as well.

Wang Dong watched the fist hurtling toward her. It seemed to contain incomparably immense power; if it hit her, it certainly would not feel good.

However, it was already too late to react.

Wang Dong could only watch the fist rush at her face, and she instinctively shut her eyes in fright.

"Whoosh..."

The wind from the punch swept past, carrying a faint gust of air.

Wang Dong opened her eyes and saw that the fist had stopped less than five centimeters from her face. It had not come crashing down as she had expected.

"You..."

Wang Dong was just about to speak.

"Bang!"

Xue Nianbing's index finger suddenly flicked out from his clenched fist and struck Wang Dong squarely on the forehead.

"Ah!"

Wang Dong cried out in pain, and the anger that had just subsided surged back up at once.

The two of them landed several meters apart.

A clearly visible red mark had appeared on Wang Dong's forehead.

Yes, Xue Nianbing had flicked it.

"You bastard, I'll fight you!"

Wang Dong was utterly ashamed and furious as waves of light burst from her body.

Behind her, a pair of dazzling blue butterfly wings unfolded. The colors at the ends of the forewings shifted continuously from deep blue to azure to light blue.

The entire wing surface looked like a blue sky set within a ring of light, forming a V shape.

Both its shape and colors were peerless, flawless in their perfection.

Beautiful, so beautiful, incredibly beautiful.

That was the first impression this winged Martial Soul gave people.

It also had a beautiful name—the Light Goddess Butterfly!

Because Wang Dong had released her Martial Soul, quite a few new students near the Dormitory Building came over to watch. Some curious ones even approached on their own.

There was never a shortage of people who loved gossip and watching a show.

Especially since they were all new students, fights were the most entertaining thing to watch.

Even Huo Yuhao, who had just been specially admitted, saw the scene and curiously joined the crowd.

"Buzz, buzz."

Soon, two Soul Rings slowly rose from Wang Dong's body.

A Second Ring Great Soul Master, one yellow and one purple.

Her second Soul Ring was already at the Thousand-Year level. Wang Dong's talent was obvious.

Yan Shaozhe, who was observing in secret, smiled approvingly and praised, "That child Wang Dong truly has remarkable talent."

"Mm." Mu En nodded slightly, then changed the subject. "Her talent is indeed extremely high, but she must normally be lax in her cultivation. Otherwise, she would not merely be a Soul Grandmaster."

Yan Shaozhe nodded as well, expressing his agreement.

The two continued observing.

They were curious how much of Xue Nianbing's strength Wang Dong could force out.

"You bastard, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson!"

Wang Dong beat her wings and dived down, her sharp wing blades edged in golden light cutting toward Xue Nianbing.

Seeing this.

Xue Nianbing merely smiled faintly. His figure flashed, moving at astonishing speed.

In an instant, he vanished from before Wang Dong.

Before Wang Dong could react, he had already appeared behind her.

Wang Dong felt a chill down her back and instinctively turned around, only to see Xue Nianbing smiling at her.

"You..."

Before Wang Dong could finish speaking.

Xue Nianbing tapped a finger against Wang Dong's neck, circulated his Soul Power, condensed the Soul Power within his body into a point, and pierced her acupuncture point.

The next moment, Wang Dong felt her head grow heavy and her vision blur. She instantly lost consciousness.

Seeing Wang Dong about to collide with the ground, Xue Nianbing had already anticipated it. Standing beneath her, he effortlessly caught her light body.

"With such good talent, she's only Level 21. What a waste."

Xue Nianbing shook his head. Then he carried Wang Dong into the dormitory and placed her on the bed.

He returned to his own bed, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating.

Although he had not yet obtained his Soul Rings, if he continued cultivating, his Soul Power Level could still rise after he added them in the future.

What he needed to do now was wait—wait for that miraculous physique to slowly improve over time, preferably until it reached the Ten Thousand Years level.

"It's already at nine thousand six hundred years. It seems it won't be long before it reaches Ten Thousand Years."

Xue Nianbing secretly rejoiced.

Once it reached Ten Thousand Years, he would still temporarily present them as Thousand-Year Soul Rings. Otherwise, having entirely Ten Thousand-Year Soul Rings would be far too shocking.

Displaying Three Thousand-Year Soul Rings would already earn him the greatest attention. There was no need to reveal three Ten Thousand-Year Soul Rings as well.

After all, this was Shrek Academy, not the Far North.

Xue Nianbing immersed himself in cultivation once more.

Little did he know that Yan Shaozhe and Mu En, who had remained hidden in the shadows, were completely stunned.

"Level 40!"

Shock flashed through the master and disciple's eyes.

Although Xue Nianbing had acted for only an instant, they had still sensed the fluctuation of his Soul Power.

Level 40!

Xue Nianbing was already a Level 40 Soul Ancestor; he simply had not yet added his Soul Rings!

"Gulp~"

Yan Shaozhe could not help swallowing. "Teacher, Xue Nianbing only underwent Martial Soul Awakening five or six years ago, right? How has he cultivated so quickly? Is he really Extreme Ice?"

It was a universally acknowledged fact that Extreme Martial Souls cultivated slowly.

Thus, seeing Xue Nianbing's Soul Power Level so high truly made him uneasy.

"Xue Nianbing's talent is extraordinarily astonishing. As for whether he possesses Extreme Ice, that remains uncertain, since the cold aura he has displayed is not obvious."

"However, in the instant he acted, I truly sensed an exceptionally pure power of ice."

"Extreme Ice... is very likely."

Mu En nodded, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

For Shrek Academy to produce such a genius was truly a great blessing. Heaven was truly watching over them; the Sea God ancestor was blessing them.