Easy Victory

The moment he finished speaking, Luo Ze's Kirin Martial Soul possessed him. Under the dual weakening effects of Kirin Pressure and Bloodline Suppression, the upperclassmen could not muster any strength to resist.

The result was obvious.

"Amazing! The match is over. Luo Ze of first-year Class Five wins!" The referee teacher announced the result without hesitation.

Some of the lower-year students beneath the stage were puzzled. The senior students were clearly still standing on the arena, so why had Luo Ze won?

A senior teacher nearby explained.

The reason these students had lost had nothing to do with whether they were still standing on the stage. It was entirely because the quality of Luo Ze's Martial Soul was too high, suppressing those upperclassmen until they had no strength to resist at all.

Unlike other Martial Souls, Beast Martial Souls placed the greatest emphasis on bloodline quality.

At the same level, the higher the quality of a Beast Martial Soul, the greater the power it could unleash. This was why Battle Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls could usually challenge opponents above their level.

The quality of one's bloodline determined everything!

"Luo Ze, are you a monster?! You beat eight senior students by yourself, and they were all two-ring Soul Grandmasters!"

More than joy, Xie Xie felt shock. The outcome of this match had been completely beyond his expectations.

After all, the gap between a two-ring Soul Grandmaster and a one-ring Soul Master was not as simple as an extra Soul Ring. It was an improvement in every attribute!

To challenge a two-ring Soul Grandmaster across levels, one needed not only formidable strength, but also abundant practical combat experience. Otherwise, there was simply no way to make up for the difference in level.

"Calm down. There'll be plenty more things to shock you in the future."

Luo Ze stretched lazily and walked off the arena with a relaxed expression.

"How did you do it?!" Xie Xie looked at Luo Ze curiously, wanting an answer.

"It's simple. My First Soul Skill is weakening—it ignores levels completely and weakens the target by one hundred percent, then there's the Bloodline Suppression." Luo Ze left it at that.

Xie Xie was quick to react and immediately understood why Luo Ze had won. This had nothing to do with their levels. It had been a contest between Martial Souls!

The higher the quality of a bloodline, the rarer and stronger the Soul Beast. Martial Souls operated on the same principle. The higher the bloodline of the superior, the stronger its suppression of the inferior. It was a rule carved into their bones.

"So, from the moment they released their Martial Souls, Brother Luo had already secured victory."

Tang Wulin spoke slowly. That was why he had remained so calm from the beginning. There had been nothing to worry about at all. Brother Luo could never lose.

"Damn it! You knew, and you didn't tell me sooner? You made me worry for nothing!" Xie Xie suddenly realized and roared.

"Hehe, I was too busy counting money and forgot," Tang Wulin answered sheepishly.

This round alone had earned them a full hundred thousand Federal currency. They would not need to worry about food expenses for the next few months and could focus on making money in peace!

The three leisurely divided up their spoils, completely ignoring the upper-year students on the other side of the arena, who were practically about to explode.

The shock this match had brought them was simply too great—far too great!

Especially Luo Ze. He had merely released his Martial Soul, yet he had won the match.

What kind of absurd nonsense was that?!

Could this be a fake match meant to fool them?!

But more importantly, it was humiliating!

Eight of them joining forces had still failed to beat a first-year student—one from Class Five, no less. How were they supposed to show off in front of pretty junior girls from now on? This one match had practically cost every upper-year student in the Intermediate Division six years of dating rights!

Of course, anger was anger, but most of the upper-year students were still extremely curious about this student named Luo Ze. How could he instantly suppress Soul Masters one ring above him with nothing more than a single Martial Soul?

Even if there was some difference in Martial Soul quality, the boost from an extra Soul Ring should have mostly offset it. So why had they still lost?

Naturally, the upper-year students were not the only ones with this question. The teachers from the other classes who had come to watch were wondering the same thing.

The strength Luo Ze had displayed left every teacher deeply shaken. With ability like that, why was he a student of Class Five?

"Director Long, could it be that you deliberately favored Wu Changkong?"

"Whether you favored him or not, Luo Ze must come to our Class One!" Class One's homeroom teacher stormed off angrily.

If a student like that remained in Class Five, what would there even be to compete over in the Promotion Match? They might as well all surrender outright!

Meanwhile, Mu Xi lowered her head and tightly gripped the hem of her clothes. Her expression was dark, making her emotions impossible to read.

"Senior Sister Mu Xi, are you all right?" At some point, Luo Ze had walked over to Mu Xi and crouched beside her, looking at her with concern.

"I'm fine... You won. How do you want to humiliate me?" Mu Xi looked at him with a gloomy expression, as if she had already anticipated the outcome.

"No! I never wanted to humiliate you. I just wanted to ask, when are we going to compete in forging?" Luo Ze answered innocently.

"Compete in forging? But I didn't win the match against you."

Mu Xi raised her head, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked in confusion.

"What does that have to do with the match? Senior Sister wasn't the one who lost. Besides, I want to compete with Senior Sister in forging!"

Luo Ze looked at Mu Xi seriously, the determination in his eyes beyond question.

Seeing him like this made Mu Xi's eyes light up. It was as though she had never looked at him properly until now.

Luo Ze had always been strikingly good-looking. Among all the boys, he was not exactly the most handsome; rather, he had a pretty, almost girlish beauty to him. His brown eyes stood out, and his fair, delicate little face made people want to pinch his cheeks hard again and again!

"W-Who wants to compete in forging with you? Don't flatter yourself!"

Mu Xi's cheeks suddenly flushed. She began to stammer, and her tone retained some pride and stubbornness, as though she disdained Luo Ze's suggestion.

Luo Ze did not know whether it was just his imagination, but although Mu Xi was still speaking harshly, she no longer had the coldness from before. Instead, she felt strangely approachable.

"But..."

"No buts! Once I've sorted out my feelings, I'll naturally come find you for a match. Just wait!"

After throwing out those words, Mu Xi ran off with a red face, leaving Luo Ze standing there in a daze, somewhat at a loss.

I didn't say anything wrong just now, did I? Why did Senior Sister run away?

I wonder if this apology of mine counted as a success...

"Ah, it looks like I can only apologize to Senior Sister next time." Luo Ze spoke with some guilt.

The only reason he had agreed to the match was because he had spotted a business opportunity. He could use the match's momentum to earn more money and buy dragon blood.

"Don't worry. I think Senior Sister isn't angry at all. She's actually quite happy!" Tang Wulin suddenly said.

"Mm, how can you tell?" Luo Ze asked doubtfully.

"Mother told me. If a girl gets more shy, blushes more, and acts tsundere, then she definitely likes you!" Tang Wulin said with a serious expression.

"Don't talk nonsense. We're still so young—how can we be talking about liking someone?" Luo Ze smacked Tang Wulin angrily.

"You're being hypocritical. What if it were Na'er?" Tang Wulin protested aggrievedly.

"Na'er..."