Looks Like He Hasn't Gone Far [Please Collect]

Canghui Academy found a place to sit down. Then, at the team leader's instruction, they sent out their strongest student to start trouble.

Unfortunately, they were all old foxes. That kind of trick was useless here.

Not only was the troublemaking student slapped flying by Dai Mubai, but he also spat out a mouthful of blood and suffered serious internal injuries.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

Dai Mubai stretched lazily, his face filled with contempt and disdain he could not even be bothered to hide.

That expression was irritating enough to make even his own people want to punch him, let alone outsiders.

How could the remaining Canghui Academy students endure it any longer? At their teacher's command, they rushed forward, swinging their fists.

Unfortunately, the group of Soul Masters who were only Level 25 did not even get close to Shrek's table before Xiao Wu knocked three of them flat in a single exchange.

Canghui Academy's teacher was furious. He slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Idiots, use your Martial Souls!"

At that command, the Canghui Academy students released their Martial Souls at the same time. Yellow and white Soul Rings shone brilliantly, outshining even the lights of the hotel.

Zhang Yang swept his gaze over them and found that every student had the same neat configuration: one white and one yellow Soul Ring.

They really were pathetic.

Seeing that their opponents were getting serious, Zhang Yang, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun immediately stepped in front of the girls.

When it came to fighting, it was still a man's job.

Watching the other side release their Martial Souls, the disdain in Dai Mubai's Evil Eyes deepened. "Are these the students of some so-called advanced Soul Master Academy? They even have ten-year Soul Rings? Brothers, show them our Soul Rings."

Zhang Yang and the others moved together. The yellow and white glow of Shining Hotel was overwhelmed by an even more intense yellow radiance.

All four of Zhang Yang's group had the optimal Soul Ring configuration, a total of eight Hundred-Year Soul Rings. Dai Mubai even possessed a dazzling purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Canghui Academy's teacher's face stiffened. These four teenagers still looked childish and appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen, yet they had already reached such a level.

What kind of powerful force stood behind a lineup like this?

Thinking that, Canghui Academy's teacher asked, "I am Ye Zhi Qiu, External Affairs Director of Canghui Academy. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

The fat man said proudly, "We're from Shrek Academy."

"Shrek Academy?" Ye Zhi Qiu muttered upon hearing that. "Never heard of it."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "That only proves how ignorant you are."

Seeing that they were not disciples from any major background, Ye Zhi Qiu decided to avenge his students. "Mystic Turtle, Possession!"

After Martial Soul Possession, Ye Zhi Qiu's limbs shortened by a third, a green turtle shell rose from his back, black light flashed across his body, and five Soul Rings—one white, two yellow, and two purple—circled around him.

The ordinary people in the restaurant cried out in alarm, fully demonstrating the respect that Douluo Continent's lowest-class commoners held for a Soul King Level powerhouse.

"What a lush green color on his head. Looks like the man hasn't gone far—probably happened only ten minutes ago."

Ma Hongjun's strange remark made everyone present burst into laughter.

"You little bastard, you're courting death!!" Ye Zhi Qiu was enraged and immediately prepared to attack.

Dai Mubai's expression turned solemn. He looked around and signaled that they would need to bring out their real skills in this battle.

Seeing this, Tang San slowly lowered his hands onto Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist, preparing to greet this Soul King with hidden weapons.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and battle was about to break out, but the hotel owner suddenly ran out and pleaded, "Esteemed Soul Masters, please don't fight in my little establishment! My place can't withstand such destruction!"

Ye Zhi Qiu understood the principle of not harming bystanders, so after a cold snort, he went outside first to wait.

Once Zhang Yang and the others saw Ye Zhi Qiu and the people from Canghui Academy leave, they quickly gathered together to hold a battle meeting.

Zhang Yang said, "Mystic Turtle is a Defense Type Soul Beast, so Ye Zhi Qiu is definitely a defensive Battle Soul Master. His offensive ability is not strong. Even so, with his powerful Soul Power backing them, ordinary offensive Soul Skills can still be quite formidable. Everyone must be careful."

Tang San quickly arranged their tactics. "For this battle, Zhang Yang, Mu Bai, and Zhuqing will handle the main close-range assault. Use your speed to restrain him and evade his attacks while searching for his weaknesses. I'll stay behind the three of you to control the field and restrain him."

"Mystic Turtle is water-aligned, while Fatty is fire-aligned. Although water restrains fire, Fatty's flames are rather unusual and should barely be able to counter it. So Fatty will Launch Attack from the perimeter. With Oscar's sausages supporting him, endurance should not be a problem."

"Xiao Wu's Soul Skills lean toward technique and won't do much damage against a defensive Battle Soul Master like this, so you'll be responsible for supporting the Assault Type Battle Soul Masters, filling any gaps, and passing Oscar's sausages to us."

Tang San's arrangements were very reasonable, but he had left out one person.

Ning Rongrong's delicate brows furrowed as she glared at Tang San. "Tang San, what about me?"

Everyone immediately looked at Ning Rongrong with strange expressions.

Tang San froze for a moment. The reason he had not included Ning Rongrong in the lineup was simply because, after witnessing how fiery she could be, he was afraid she would have the opposite effect.

After thinking for a moment, Tang San said, "Your Martial Soul is special, so adapt to the situation."

Ning Rongrong nearly crushed her teeth in anger. With the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, she had never imagined that one day she would be excluded from the battle system.

At that moment, Zhang Yang spoke. "How about this? Rongrong will increase the strength of Zhuqing, Mu Bai, and me."

"Of course, because your Martial Soul draws too much attention, you need to be careful to hide yourself at the beginning. Observe the battlefield and watch for the right time to provide support."

"Xiao San, what do you think?"

Hearing Zhang Yang say that, everyone's gaze shifted away from Ning Rongrong. They looked at Zhang Yang, then at Tang San.

At the least, this was merely offering a suggestion for the tactics. At the most, it was challenging the authority of the person who formulated those tactics. But given Zhang Yang and Tang San's relationship, this was naturally only a minor matter.

Tang San nodded. Since Zhang Yang had spoken, it meant he was personally vouching for Ning Rongrong. With Zhang Yang there, Tang San was willing to trust Ning Rongrong once.

With the tactics settled, everyone headed outside together. No one considered avoiding the battle, because challenging the strong was highly beneficial for improving their own strength.

Ning Rongrong walked at the very back, but after only two steps, she heard Zhang Yang's voice by her ear. "Use this battle to prove to everyone that you are an indispensable part of Shrek."

Ning Rongrong looked up and happened to see Zhang Yang's broad back.

Ning Rongrong's eyes gradually reddened.

Outside the town, Ye Zhi Qiu faced the eight of them and said coldly, "I'll give you one more chance. Apologize now, and it won't be too late."

"Enough nonsense. Let's fight."

Before Dai Mubai had even finished speaking, he took the lead. His Second Soul Ring blazed, and a round orb of light shot from his mouth.

As Dai Mubai attacked first, Zhang Yang and Zhu Zhuqing also shot forward, charging toward Ye Zhi Qiu from both sides.

Tang San pressed one hand against the ground, and dozens of vine-like Blue Silver Grass rapidly spread toward Ye Zhi Qiu.

Ma Hongjun's First Soul Ring lit up, and he spewed out a purplish-red Phoenix Fire Line.

Facing the successive attacks, black light surged across Ye Zhi Qiu's body. He roared as his first and second Soul Rings lit up at the same time. His First Soul Skill, Mystic Turtle Protection, increased the defensive power of the turtle shell on his back, while his Second Soul Skill, Mystic Water Freeze, used extremely low temperatures to restrict his opponents' attacks.

With the First Soul Skill enhancing the turtle shell's defense, along with the vast difference in Soul Power between them, Dai Mubai's Second Soul Skill had no effect at all.

The fastest, Zhang Yang, had already reached Ye Zhi Qiu, but at that moment, a stream-like black light swept over his body.

At the same time, Zhang Yang felt an intensely cold aura rush at him along with the black light. Even when he circulated all his Soul Power, it was difficult to resist the pervasive chill.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had also reached Ye Zhi Qiu, felt the same thing.

Fortunately, Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line arrived at that moment.

Although the power of the Phoenix Fire Line was greatly reduced by Mystic Water Freeze, it helped Zhang Yang, Zhu Zhuqing, and the Dai Mubai who rushed in afterward dispel a control skill.

Moreover, thanks to the unusual nature of Fatty's flames, the purplish-red fire directly clung to the turtle shell and continued burning. Though it could not penetrate the shell on his back, it was enough to leave Ye Zhi Qiu flustered.

Feeling the burning heat on his back, Ye Zhi Qiu was greatly alarmed. His Third Soul Ring lit up, and he spewed a mouthful of water mist that covered the Phoenix Flame on his back.

Fatty's flames were extinguished, and the all-pervading chill struck again. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, which had already neared Ye Zhi Qiu, was forced to retreat. Zhu Zhuqing slapped the turtle shell with her cat claw and used the force to shoot upward.

After all, it was a Soul King's restraining skill. In the brief instant before it was dispelled, Zhu Zhuqing's right claw had already frozen stiff. She could only retreat and let Xiao Wu step forward.

But Zhang Yang was suddenly enveloped in multicolored light. A warm energy surged through every limb and bone, filling his entire body with strength.

Ning Rongrong's Strength amplification had arrived.

Ye Zhi Qiu quickly spotted the noble Martial Soul behind Tang San and could not help crying out in shock, "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Are you people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

In that instant, Zhang Yang and Dai Mubai seized Ye Zhi Qiu's momentary distraction and thought at the same time, Good chance.

Behind Ye Zhi Qiu, Zhang Yang stacked his fists together and pushed them forward, beginning to charge Rokugan.

In front of Ye Zhi Qiu, Dai Mubai's Third Soul Ring lit up. White Tiger Vajra Transformation activated, beginning his second-stage transformation. Golden light covered his entire body, only to be immediately overlaid by the multicolored amplification light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Ye Zhi Qiu chose to defend against Dai Mubai, whose Soul Power was stronger. He turned around and used the hard turtle shell on his back to directly collide with Dai Mubai's Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

Bang!

After White Tiger Body Protection Barrier increased his strength and attack power by 50%, White Tiger Vajra Transformation increased them by another 100%, and Ning Rongrong added an overall 30% Strength amplification. Dai Mubai's strength and attack power had reached a terrifying level. With White Tiger Vajra Transformation's enhanced abnormal status resistance, his resistance to the surrounding cold had also improved considerably.

With two muffled groans, Ye Zhi Qiu's blood and qi churned violently. He staggered forward four or five steps, crashing right into the strangely posed Zhang Yang.

"Sixty percent Soul Power amplification, Rokugan!!!"

Bang! The powerful Shockwave erupting from Zhang Yang's fists directly sent the staggering, off-balance Ye Zhi Qiu flying.

A Rokugan with a ten percent amplification from Level 28 Soul Power had made the corner of Zhao Wuji's eye twitch, even though he was a Level 76 Battle Soul Sage in perfect condition. So how much damage could a Rokugan with a sixty percent amplification from Level 29 Soul Power inflict on a defensive Battle Soul King in his fifties whose blood and qi were already churning?

"Pfft." Ye Zhi Qiu, who took Rokugan to the face, felt his mind spin. He could no longer suppress the boiling blood and qi within him. He sprayed a mouthful of blood into the air, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Beautiful!" Oscar, who had been idling at the back, and Ma Hongjun at the front jumped and shouted in celebration.

Zhao Wuji, hidden in the shadows, also revealed a satisfied smile and praised softly, "Good kid."

Seeing Rokugan achieve such an extraordinary effect, Zhang Yang could not help sighing. "Attacking the enemy's insides through the turtle shell's defense... penetrating attacks really are terrifying."