On the Douluo Arena, Tuoba Yu stared blankly as Xu Zihuang calmly took the seat beside him.
From the very beginning, he had guessed that Xu Zihuang, with his extraordinary bearing, likely came from one of those deeply rooted Soul Master families.
Earlier in the classroom, Mu Jin had said that Xu Zihuang possessed Soul Elder-level Cultivation, which seemed to confirm his suspicion.
But hearing about something was nothing compared to seeing it firsthand. Only after witnessing Xu Zihuang's clash with Wu Feng did he realize just how powerful Xu Zihuang was among those his age.
It even filled him with an overwhelming sense of helpless defeat.
Yet that feeling of defeat did not drown him.
Everyone had their limits. Some things could not be achieved simply because one wanted them badly enough. The White Armored Earth Dragon Martial Soul inherited by his family could only barely be considered a high-grade Martial Soul, and he could not compare to those geniuses who possessed Innate Full Soul Power when they awakened their Martial Souls.
Among the countless geniuses gathered at Shrek Academy, his talent could not be considered outstanding.
All he could do was give it his all.
Thirty years, forty years, or perhaps fifty years from now, there would come a day when he became a Title Douluo-level powerhouse, earned glory for his country, and washed away the humiliation his family had endured for ten thousand years.
The blood debts incurred by his ancestors could not be erased. He would not deny them, nor would he run from them.
At that thought, Tuoba Yu's gaze became exceptionally resolute.
Xu Zihuang, who possessed the Spiritual Attribute Martial Soul, the Golden Eye Martial Soul, keenly caught the unusual emotions in Tuoba Yu's eyes from the corner of his vision. But he quickly