One Move Kill, So What?

But on second thought, Luo Ze's talent was extraordinary and his background profound. He was destined to stand at the pinnacle of the pyramid among Soul Masters, so possessing such talent did not seem all that surprising.

"Alright, this matter ends here. Other than the three of us, absolutely no fourth person may learn of it!" Teacher Li reined in her emotions and spoke sternly.

"Please rest assured, Teacher. I, Tang Wulin, swear upon my Martial Soul that I will not reveal a single word of what happened today." Tang Wulin's expression was more serious than ever before.

A Martial Soul was the foundation of a Soul Master's life, as well as their dignity and pride. Swearing upon one's Martial Soul was more than enough to show Tang Wulin's stance on the matter.

"Wulin?!" Luo Ze was somewhat surprised.

To be honest, he and Tang Wulin had not known each other for very long. At most, Luo Ze had paid for his meals before and invited him to attend Wang Mu's extracurricular tutoring sessions.

In Luo Ze's opinion, their friendship had not yet reached the point where Tang Wulin would swear upon his own Martial Soul for him.

Teacher Li was also slightly stunned. "Wulin, actually..."

"Teacher Li, there's no need to say anything. I could never repay Brother Luo's kindness in a lifetime. What does a mere oath upon my Martial Soul amount to?" Tang Wulin said with a smile.

For Tang Wulin, whose family was poor, his parents had already exhausted themselves just to send him to school. As for the expenses that came afterward—buying a Soul Spirit and studying related vocational knowledge—they were astronomical.

If he had not joined the Blacksmith Association and gained an opportunity to earn money to buy a Soul Spirit, he would have been unable to keep going long ago.

"Haha, you're a sincere child. Next, I'll explain the rules of our academy's competition."

"The competition is divided into three rounds. Each class must send at least two students to participate, and the opposing classes will be decided by drawing lots. Remember: you may not cripple or seriously injure your opponents, and you may not use Soul Tools."

"Luo Ze, I have only one request for you: hide your abilities as much as possible. It would be best if you don't use your Soul Skills."

After hearing Teacher Li's instructions, Luo Ze nodded thoughtfully. He could roughly guess what she intended.

After all, Red Mountain Academy's students with soul power could not truly be considered Soul Masters yet. They merely possessed soul power. The primary requirement for becoming a Soul Master was possessing a soul ring.

And Luo Ze was the only Soul Master in the academy with a top-tier Beast Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power. To that group of inexperienced little ones, he was simply an overwhelming force from another dimension.

"Alright, Teacher Li."

Luo Ze agreed readily. To him, even without using Soul Skills, very few people could match him one-on-one through strength alone.

After introducing the competition rules, Teacher Li reminded them not to forget the drawing of lots at ten in the morning.

After leaving the office, since the first round of matches was being held that day, the academy made an exception and canceled the remaining academic classes, instead having the students gather on the field to cultivate.

"Brother Luo, let's hurry over. If we're late, all the good spots will be taken by the other classes!" Seeing Luo Ze strolling along without the slightest hurry, Tang Wulin could not help urging him.

"Wulin, times have changed. We have high-tech now." Luo Ze waved the Soul Guide Communicator in his hand.

"Huh?! This thing can't save us seats, can it?" Tang Wulin scratched his head in confusion.

Luo Ze said nothing. He merely told Tang Wulin not to worry; there would definitely be good seats.

When they reached the field and Tang Wulin saw Na'er sitting beneath the shade of a tree, he finally understood.

"So that's what you meant. Just as expected of you, Brother Luo!" Tang Wulin gave him a huge thumbs-up.

When Na'er saw the two of them approaching together, the gentle expression she had been wearing instantly turned wary the moment she spotted Tang Wulin.

"Why did you come too?" Na'er asked unhappily.

"Brother Luo and I are teammates. Of course I came with him," Tang Wulin replied matter-of-factly.

"Then go sit over there. Don't get in the way of the two of us!" Na'er said.

"No way. Uncle Wang Mu said that people with similar auras can cultivate together for twice the result with half the effort. My vitality is already low, and if you make me cultivate off to the side, you might as well kill me!"

Tang Wulin looked at Na'er in confusion, completely failing to notice what was wrong with his words.

"Fine. Very fine!" Na'er gave a soft snort. Her purple eyes grew colder, and the air around her gradually chilled as well.

Seeing this, Luo Ze immediately stepped in front of Na'er. "Wulin, go wait over there for me for a while!"

"But what about Na'er—"

Before Tang Wulin could finish, Luo Ze teleported and directly tossed him over there.

Alright, danger averted! Luo Ze let out a breath of relief.

He turned around, just about to coax Na'er, only to discover that the silver-haired figure behind him had already obediently sat on the bench, her head lowered as though she were lost in thought.

Seeing this, Luo Ze carefully moved closer. "Na'er, are you angry?"

"Do I look like such a petty person?" Na'er suddenly asked.

"Of course not! My Na'er is the most generous girl in the world!" Luo Ze praised without hesitation.

"Stupid Brother, all you know is how to make me happy!" Though she said that, she could not hide the smile in her eyes.

Just as the two were chatting happily, an unfriendly face slowly approached them.

"Oh? Class Five actually sent a brat like you into the match. Teacher Li really must have run out of people!"

The speaker was none other than Gao Bin, the Class Four monitor whom Luo Ze and Tang Wulin had encountered when they first enrolled—a level-seven Soul Master.

"Hm? Who are you? Do we know each other?" Luo Ze asked instinctively.

Gao Bin instantly froze in embarrassment. He had come all this way to mock them, only to be shut down by a single question asking whether they knew each other?!

"My name is Gao Bin, the Class Four monitor! Remember now?!" Gao Bin roared.

"Oh, hello." Luo Ze left him with those words, then took Na'er by the hand and headed over to sit beside Tang Wulin.

"Fine, fine, fine! You actually dared to ignore me? I'll make sure you learn how formidable I am!"

Gao Bin clenched his fists, summoned his Rhino Martial Soul—a martial soul possessing both tremendous defense and offense—and charged straight at Luo Ze.

"Brother Luo, watch out!" Tang Wulin, who was standing not far away, hurriedly rose to his feet and cried out.

Although the Rhino Martial Soul was not a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, its defense and attack power were absolutely among the best for those of the same age. Even without a soul ring, the force of this strike rivaled the full-strength blow of a Ten-Year Soul Beast.

Na'er looked behind her. The air around them seemed to freeze in an instant, while an indistinct current of air drifted around her.

Just as she was about to act and blow him away, she realized that Luo Ze's eyes had already turned crimson red.

The instant Gao Bin charged over, the weakening effect of Luo Ze's First Soul Skill, Kirin Pressure, descended upon him. Luo Ze effortlessly blocked his attack with one hand.

"How is that possible?! The class monitor's Rhino Martial Soul can rank in the top ten even in our academy! How could someone from Class Five possibly—"

Before Gao Bin's lackey could finish speaking, he witnessed an even more shocking scene.

Luo Ze seemed to have grown impatient. He directly pressed Gao Bin's head into the academy grounds, then disgustedly dusted off his palm.