That is not the pressure of Soul Power, but a kind of pressure that comes from blood, from the top of the life level... absolute suppression!
"Ang--!"
A sound of Dragon Roar that seemed to come from ancient times resounded through the sky!
That voice was unlike anything in the world. It was full of endless majesty and vastness, as if it was about to roar a hole in the sky!
In the horrified gaze of everyone, the shadow of a dragon so huge that it could cover the sky and the sun slowly emerged behind Mu Rong Chen.
The dragon's entire body showed a blue color like ice crystals, and each dragon scale seemed to be carved from the purest black ice, shining with a cold light.
The ferocious dragon head overlooks all living beings.
Those ice-blue dragon eyes were devoid of any emotion, full of indifference to everything in the world.
The ultimate icy air spreads crazily with Mu Rong Chen as the center!
A thick layer of frost condensed on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the water vapor in the air was instantly frozen, turning into ice crystals all over the sky and falling rustlingly.
The temperature plummeted to freezing point!
"Dragon... Dragon?!"
The confidence and ferocity on Orlan's face completely froze the moment he saw the Frost Giant Dragon, and then was replaced by endless fear.
I feel like my soul is shaking!
The Lie Yan tiger Martial Soul behind him, the originally arrogant king of beasts, actually let out a cry at this moment. The huge shadow shivered, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and there were signs of collapse!
Bloodline suppression!
This is from True Dragon Martial Soul, a dimensionality reduction strike against all Beast Martial Soul!
"No... impossible! Isn't your Martial Soul... your Martial Soul Ice Spirit Snake?! How could... how could it be a dragon?!"
Orlan's voice became shrill due to fear, unable to understand the scene in front of him that subverted his cognition.
In the attic separated by a wall.
"Crack!"
Flender The window frame in his hand was crushed into powder.
The pupils shrank to the extreme, and his face was filled with disbelief and deep fear.
"The real dragon... is actually... the top True Dragon Martial Soul..."
It felt like my heart was being held tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping it from beating.
How could a snake evolve into a dragon?!
This completely violates the iron law of Soul Master World!
I finally understand why Mu Rong Chen dares to be so confident.
With this level of Martial Soul, the power behind it, or the opportunities he has, have exceeded the scope of imagination!
An extremely terrifying thought arose in his mind.
With such people as enemies, Shrek... is there really a future?
During the court, Mu Rong Chen didn't even look at Orlan's pale face.
Moved.
No Soul Skill is used, not even Soul Ring is released.
He simply took a step forward.
"Boom!"
The ice beneath his feet cracked instantly, and his figure, like a discharged cannonball, disappeared instantly.
Too fast!
Orlan's pupils shrank suddenly, unable to capture Mu Rong Chen's movements.
He could only rely on his fighting instinct to activate Soul Power crazily, forming a flame shield in front of him.
"The first move."
A cold voice, like the whisper of death, sounded in his ears.
The next moment, a fist covered with fine ice-blue dragon scales penetrated the flame shield that he was proud of, and easily imprinted on his chest.
"Crack!"
The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.
Orlan felt like he was hit by a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast charging at full speed. He felt a heartbreaking pain in his chest and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably.
A mouthful of blood drew a beautiful arc in the air.
The whole place was deathly silent.
Everyone looked at this scene in stunned silence.
One move!
Just one move!
A forty-level Strong-Attack Type Battle Soul Ancestor, without using any Soul Skill, was punched away by a boy who had not even opened a Soul Ring!
This... is this still a human being?!
Lin Dong, Su Mei and other freshmen felt that their worldview was completely overturned at this moment.
He opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time.
This is... the strength of their dean?!
The figure of Mu Rong Chen appeared on Orlan's inverted flight route at some unknown time.
With an indifferent expression, he slowly raised his legs.
"The second move."
As soon as he finished speaking, his legs were like battle axes, carrying a huge force and slashing down hard!
"Bang!"
Orlan, who had just stabilized his body, didn't even have a chance to react before he was slammed into the ground from mid-air by this kick!
The hard bluestone ground, with him as the center, cracked like a spider web, forming a shocking human-shaped pit.
"Wow!"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Orlan felt that his internal organs had shifted, and his consciousness began to blur.
He lost.
The defeat was so complete and so simple.
The opponent is not even a warm-up.
Mu Rong Chen slowly landed on the edge of the pit, looking down at him condescendingly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"There is one last resort."
Lifting his feet, he aimed the soles of his feet covered with ice-blue dragon scales at Orlan's head and stepped down slowly.
At that moment, Orlan smelled the breath of death.
There is no doubt that with this kick, his head will explode like a watermelon.
Five years of hard training and five years of faith that had supported him were crushed to pieces at this moment.
It turns out that my so-called progress is just a joke in the eyes of others.
It turns out that the gap between people can really be so huge that it makes people despair.
"I... I give up..."
Using the last bit of strength, Ouran squeezed these three words out of his throat.
The foot hanging above his head stopped.
Mu Rong Chen retracted his foot and turned around with an indifferent expression, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.
Orlan lay in the pit, gasping for air. The joy of surviving the disaster and the despair of the collapse of his faith were intertwined, making him burst into tears.
Struggling, he crawled out of the pit.
Under everyone's complicated gazes, he dragged his seriously injured body step by step behind Mu Rong Chen.
Then, kneel down on one knee.
"I, Orlan, swear by the Martial Soul Lie Yan tiger that from today on, I will join Fengyun Academy and serve Mu Rong Chen for the rest of my life. If I violate this oath, Martial Soul will be broken and will not die well!"
The loud oath echoed in the silent square.
The former opponent, now, surrendered.
Fengyun Academy, ushered in its first powerful mentor.
Mu Rong Chen helped him up, patted his shoulder and said: We are all old friends, so there is no need to do this.
Then he walked up to the thirty freshmen who were completely stunned, and his ice-blue eyes scanned their shocked faces.
"Now, do you understand?"
The voice, like a cold carving knife, deeply imprints a sentence into the depths of everyone's soul.
"In the face of absolute strength, all unwillingness and resentment are meaningless."
"Weakness is the original sin!"
After saying that, he ignored everyone and walked straight to the meeting hall.