Crushing

Four Rings, Soul Ancestor!

"Holy crap!"

The speaker was a burly man in his fifties, with steel-needle-like white hair and bronze skin, yet not a single wrinkle on his face. He looked as if he had seen something utterly unbelievable, spitting out the tea he was drinking directly onto Yan Shaozhe.

"Old Yan, did this kid take drugs?!"

Of course, An Zhen hadn't actually taken drugs. But with Qian Duoduo's eighty years of experience, seeing a twelve-year-old reach the Four Rings as a Soul Ancestor was truly a dreamlike scenario.

However, the refined middle-aged man didn't answer. He gripped the railing in front of him so tightly that it deformed.

He was absolutely certain that An Zhen had only advanced to Three Rings, a Soul Elder, a month ago.

While they didn't surveil students, they paid close attention to An Zhen. There hadn't been any powerful cultivation-boosting drugs sold in the city recently, and given the kid's cunning nature, he would never do something that would ruin his future.

Excluding all impossibilities and irrationalities, only one possibility remained: this kid's replication ability could not only copy teachers' Martial Souls and Soul Rings but also their cultivation for a period of time.

Silence reigned. A golden wave of light lifted the youth. A pair of platinum dragon horns, like a crown, descended upon the world, as if the crown prince of light had arrived. His handsome face bore a sacred and majestic expression.

"This feeling is truly powerful."

An Zhen felt the strength within him with a hint of excitement.

Five to six minutes passed without incident.

"This is impossible!"

A ferocious roar erupted. Dai Huabin, his expression contorted, gathered white light in his mouth. A golden Soul Ring lit up, and a white ball of light, emitting a non-trivial energy fluctuation, shot directly towards An Zhen.

Fake!

Fake!

How could anyone be better than him!

A massive platinum dragon claw clenched into a fist. To everyone's astonishment, without using any Soul Skill, he directly punched towards the White Tiger Blazing Light Wave.

"Bang!"

A wave of energy exploded.

"Ning Tian, Wu Feng, you two go down first."

The figure of light broke through the energy wave. A glint of ferocity and the thrill of the hunt appeared on An Zhen's face.

Under the bewildered gazes of the other students, the two girls left the competition area without a word.

"Arrogant!"

A strong sense of humiliation surged within him. Dai Huabin had always been the one to fight multiple opponents at once.

A strange purple light illuminated. The third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

Instantly, Dai Huabin's muscles, already swollen from his Martial Soul Avatar, became even more robust. His shirt was completely torn open, the fur on his arms and his tiger claws became more realistic, and black patterns appeared all over his body.

A yellow Soul Ring lit up, and a faint white light covered Dai Huabin. As a direct descendant of the White Tiger Duke, his combat experience was naturally quite rich.

Watching the figure charging straight at him, a smug smile curved Dai Huabin's lips. He brought his massive tiger claw down heavily, thinking, Idiot.

At the same time, a black figure clad in leather silently appeared beside An Zhen. A golden Soul Ring lit up behind her. Her slender fingers were like daggers imbued with black spiritual light.

On the other side, the originally pure and beautiful pink-haired girl's yellow Soul Ring lit up. The young girl instantly possessed the beauty of youth. Her long, wavy pink hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and two fluffy fox tails appeared behind her. Her eyes were tender as water, a blend of purity and seduction that captivated the heart.

Charm!

"Get lost!"

"Roar!"

A high-pitched and sacred dragon's roar echoed.

"Ah!"

A miserable shriek rang out.

Cui Yajie felt as if she had collided with something incredibly hard at extreme speed. Her entire body felt like it was going to shatter. Bright red blood spurted from her mouth, and she fainted instantly.

Tsk, what kind of person likes to ram into rocks these days?

An Zhen didn't even know how strong his soul was, let alone the protection of the world. Even Electrolux couldn't probe anything. A second-ring Soul Grandmaster using mental charm was like a moth flying into a flame, even weaker.

The platinum dragon claw, as if holding light, directly smashed down towards the tiger claw in front of him. To the astonished gaze of the curly-haired cat-girl, another fist, seemingly enveloped in light, struck her abdomen even faster.

How could a fourth-ring Holy Light Dragon be slower than a second-ring little cat?

Dragons are hexagonal warriors!

"Crack~"

Dai Huabin's blue eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

The immense force in his hand forced him to retreat. Intense pain continuously coursed through his arm, stimulating his brain nerves.

"Trash!"

Stomping heavily on the ground, An Zhen's figure accelerated once more, charging towards the retreating Dai Huabin.

When Dai Huabin snapped back to awareness from the pain, the platinum-gold dragon claws were less than half a meter from his body. Muscle memory, honed by extensive combat experience, compelled him to raise his arm, but the fair hand had already descended.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound echoed through the assessment area.

It wasn't until Dai Huabin fell to the ground from this blow that the spectators snapped back to their senses.

A burning sensation on his face told Dai Huabin that this proud young man had just been slapped in the face in front of everyone. Blood mixed with a dislodged tooth was spat out. The red slap mark had even drawn blood. However, for Dai Huabin, no amount of pain could compare to the humiliation he felt now.

"I'll kill you!"

His expression, contorted into madness like a vengeful spirit, Dai Huabin stood up. The next moment, sharp platinum-gold dragon claws lunged directly at his waist. Blood spilled as Dai Huabin's body was sent flying by the attack, landing beside Zhu Lu.

"Huabin!"

The cat-eared Zhu Lu, clutching her abdomen, struggled to stand.

"Pfft!"

Cui Yajie was taken away for treatment. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, their auras chaotic and their appearances disheveled, and the young man who suddenly burst into laughter on the stage.

An Zhen, who had been under siege moments ago, had flipped the situation in the blink of an eye.

"The White Tiger Dai family has been loyal protectors of the nation for generations."

"Dethroned, and now reduced to someone's lapdog."

"Do you have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill? If not, then you two wastes can scram."

The young man, bathed in light, stood with his arms crossed, his arrogance from above completely undisguised.

This will infuriate him.

"Pfft~"

Supported by Zhu Lu, Dai Huabin stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood. His ferocious appearance was as if he wanted to devour An Zhen, his hatred in his eyes completely unconcealed.

"I will definitely kill you!"

"Zhu Lu!"

"Mhm."

Dai Huabin suddenly let out a tiger's roar. His previously listless aura instantly surged. His entire body rapidly transformed into a white tiger. Zhu Lu was enveloped in black spiritual energy, appearing semi-transparent as she embraced Dai Huabin. At this moment, their eyes reflected each other; one filled with hatred, the other with tenderness as gentle as water.

The White Tiger and the Hell Spirit Cat also merged at this moment. Black spiritual energy surged outward from within the White Tiger. The next moment, two figures disappeared, and a giant, semi-transparent tiger appeared in the arena. It had white fur and black stripes, its body enveloped in dense Soul Power.

"Doesn't even have wings?"

Big Brother crushes his enemies, Little Cutie rushes into his arms. Perfect!