I'll Be Waiting for You at Shrek Academy

Wu Qi paid no attention to the commotion in the stands.

As things stood on the arena, he had already gained an absolute advantage.

Bolstered by the Spiritual Luan Martial Void Technique, he stirred up a gale around himself. With every slash of his Wing Blades, their power continued to rise.

The essence of the Spiritual Luan Martial Void Technique was similar to the Clear Sky Sect's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

However, while its method of stacking attack power was not as violent as the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, it whipped up powerful gusts and made its user as agile as a swimming dragon, leaving opponents utterly unable to lock onto him.

Wu Qi had never witnessed the true Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, but if it were compared with the Spiritual Luan Martial Void Technique, the latter would undoubtedly come out on top.

Dai Mubai had been battered so thoroughly by his assault that he lost all sense of direction. He wanted to fight back, but lacked the strength to do so.

Even relying on the White Tiger Diamond Transformation, Dai Mubai could only hold on with great difficulty.

"Why does an Agile Attack System Soul Master possess such terrifying attack power?!"

Dai Mubai was filled with confusion.

In his understanding, Agile Attack System Soul Masters held no advantage against Aggressive Soul Masters. Especially with the arena's limited space, Agile Attack System Soul Masters were simply no match for Aggressive Soul Masters.

Yet Wu Qi before him could not be described by common sense at all.

He possessed immense attack power while also having the extreme speed of an Agile Attack System Soul Master. How the hell was anyone supposed to fight that?

Dai Mubai had no doubt that if he did not have the advantage in Soul Power Level, he would have lost this match long ago.

Just as he thought Wu Qi would take this chance to eliminate him, the latter suddenly withdrew his offensive and hovered in midair.

Defeating Dai Mubai with the Spiritual Luan Martial Void Technique at full force would consume a tremendous amount of Soul Power.

He had a more "economical" method. There was no need to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken!

Dai Mubai finally had a chance to catch his breath. Looking at Wu Qi floating in midair, he smiled. "Such a fierce offensive must consume a great deal of your Soul Power, right?"

"Your strength truly is formidable. I, Dai Mubai, acknowledge you as a brother. But I'll gladly accept the fruits of victory in this Soul Fighting match."

Wu Qi did not answer and flapped his wings once more.

Dai Mubai was no fool. After the earlier probing, he knew what Soul Skill his opponent was about to release.

At the same time, he became even more convinced of his judgment.

"Your First Soul Skill alone can't defeat me."

The White Tiger Diamond Transformation had already been broken, but he still had enough Soul Power to use his First Soul Skill.

Based on their earlier exchange, his First Soul Skill was enough to block Wu Qi's First Soul Skill.

"Arrogant!"

Wu Qi sneered inwardly.

This time, what he released was not his First Soul Skill.

Wind Blade had long since been developed into his Self-Created Soul Skill, and the power of a Self-Created Soul Skill increased alongside its user's Soul Power.

At that moment, the power of Wind Blade was equivalent to his Third Soul Skill.

Countless Feather Blades gathered into a Great Saber, which he controlled as it slashed toward his opponent.

Dai Mubai assumed a defensive stance.

No matter how a First Soul Skill changed, its power could never exceed a certain limit.

Wu Qi's earlier misdirection had worked.

Other than using his First Soul Skill, Dai Mubai employed no other means of defense.

The Great Saber fell, instantly shattering the White Tiger Defense. Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. By then, it was far too late to defend himself.

The match ended, and the stands erupted in thunderous cheers as they shouted Wu Qi's title.

"Phoenix Cry Qingluan!"

With elegant moves, Wu Qi had displayed overwhelming strength in this match.

People naturally admired the strong, not to mention that he was handsome to begin with.

Dai Mubai sat slumped on the arena floor, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.

If he had not voluntarily admitted defeat at that final moment, the Great Saber formed from Feather Blades might have easily taken his life.

After the match, he also realized that he had underestimated his opponent. At the same time, Wu Qi's misdirection from the very beginning had laid the groundwork for his defeat.

The current Dai Mubai was still as carefree and unruly as ever. His mind had not yet been poisoned by Yu Xiaogang.

This was not his first defeat in a Soul Fighting match, so he merely laughed it off.

"You're impressive, brother. What should I call you?" Dai Mubai climbed to his feet. There was no disappointment on his face; instead, he looked forward to their next match.

Wu Qi nodded and gave his name in an indifferent tone.

"Fine, Brother Xiao Wu. I'll be waiting for you at Shrek Academy. Once school starts, we'll have another spar."

With that, he gave Wu Qi no chance to respond. He laughed freely and walked off the arena.

I'm afraid you'll be waiting forever for me.

By the time they returned to the stands, Qiangu Changkong's match had also ended.

Having scored an opening victory, Qiangu Changkong did not forget to flaunt his record.

"That old bastard has lived for so many years, yet his use of his martial soul was incredibly crude. I barely had to exert myself before he lost."

As for Wu Qi's result, he knew the outcome without even asking.

His opponent could even kill Soul Ancestors. How could he possibly lose to some brat who had never seen blood?

Wu Qi said, "We are the beneficiaries. Our elders have spent a long time exploring martial souls and have attained profound mastery themselves. Though we are walking the old paths they once walked, we have safely avoided many of the 'traps' along the way."

"So, we should still thank the older generation for their contributions. That's how we came to possess our current strength."

"Of course, don't get too smug. In the early stages, we can rely on the experience of those before us, but in the end, we must forge our own paths if we want a chance to become someone like the Great Offering."

"Also, break through Level Thirty as soon as possible. After that, we'll start two-on-two Soul Fighting."

Under the Great Soul Arena's rules, each person could only participate in one Soul Fighting match of each type per day.

Once they began two-on-two Soul Fighting, their point gains would only become faster.

Qiangu Changkong explained helplessly, "Haste makes waste. Grandfather said I still need to settle down for a while."

After the Soul Fighting matches ended, the two had barely left the Great Soul Arena's grounds when more than a dozen young women rushed over and surrounded Wu Qi.

These women were dressed extravagantly, so their families were surely well-off.

Wu Qi's performance in the Great Soul Arena had completely captured their hearts.

Wu Qi looked helpless as the women kept pressing themselves against him, making it impossible for him to clear them away.

Left with no other choice, he gave Qiangu Changkong a pleading look for help.

The latter felt sour inside, but he was still willing to lend a hand.

"Look! That's Chrysanthemum Douluo!"

Qiangu Changkong shouted at the top of his lungs.

A Title Douluo was obviously more attractive than Wu Qi. The women hurriedly turned to look, and Wu Qi seized the opportunity to activate his martial soul and fly away through the air, escaping those fanatical "fans."

After Wu Qi defeated Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun behaved himself and no longer dared to cause trouble for the two of them.

Three days later, on the day before Shrek Academy opened, Tang San and Xiao Wu entered Suotuo City.

Just as in the original timeline, they fought Dai Mubai at the Rose Hotel over a guest room.

That afternoon, Tang San and Xiao Wu wandered through the city and came across Flender's shop.

Banjing Fajin had already been bought by Wu Qi, so Tang San was destined to return empty-handed.

As Tang San left Flender's shop, he inexplicably felt a pang in his heart, as though something that had once belonged to him had drifted away.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Seeing that something was off with his expression, Xiao Wu asked with concern.

"Nothing." Tang San found it strange, but did not take the matter to heart.