At that moment, even the Old Woman, who had been silent until now, couldn't help speaking up.
She looked to be in her seventies or eighties, with a head of silver hair and an aged face. Yet her eyes were astonishingly bright, as if they could see through everything.
Long Yeyue, Light Dark Douluo.
She was the most senior person at Shrek Academy. Even Yun Ming addressed her respectfully as "Sister Yue."
"Yun Ming, are you sure his strength surpasses yours?"
Her voice was hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
As one of only two Limit Douluos at the academy, she knew Yun Ming's strength very well.
It was a level she couldn't reach, even if she cultivated for several more decades.
Peak Quasi-God.
If the Divine Realm still existed, then with Yun Ming's talent, he would undoubtedly have become a god!
And yet, someone like that...
There was another one?
Someone even stronger than Yun Ming?!
Yun Ming gave a bitter laugh.
"Sister Yue, you know what I'm like."
"Even against that Vast Sea Douluo, I could still fight and win."
"There's no one in the entire Federation who can withstand a single blow from me."
"I'm just as confused as you are about where that person came from."
At that, Long Yeyue was furious.
Who was she?
Long Yeyue!
The wielder of the Twin Martial Souls, Radiant Holy Dragon and Dark Holy Dragon!
A Limit Douluo!
The woman known as Light Dark Douluo!
In her youth, she had been even more lawless than Cai Yuer!
When she was young, she had a feud with the Spirit Transmitter Tower Master of that era. She had stormed the Spirit Pagoda all by herself and slapped that Tower Master!
That Tower Master had been Qian Gu Dieding, Qian Gu Dongfeng's father!
That very slap had made her infamous throughout the Federation as the Witch. Everyone knew her name.
Now, someone from Shrek had been crippled...
She wanted nothing more than to personally restore Shrek's reputation!
But the problem was...
That person was stronger than Yun Ming.
Long Yeyue took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and looked at Yun Ming.
"Yun Ming, what are your plans from here?"
"Surely we can't just swallow this humiliation on behalf of Shrek?"
There was a hint of displeasure in her tone.
"Have you spent so many decades recuperating that you've lost your backbone, too?"
Yun Ming hurriedly replied,
"Sister Yue, don't worry."
"Shrek Academy's honor must not be defiled."
"I'll come up with a solution."
He silently protested to himself.
Of course he wanted to!
The problem was, he couldn't win.
But Long Yeyue was the most senior among them, so all he could do was listen.
Only after hearing Yun Ming's words did Long Yeyue nod in satisfaction.
However, by the end of the meeting, they still had no plan.
Their greatest weakness was their strength.
And they happened to specialize in overpowering their enemies with sheer force.
Now that someone had overpowered them in turn, they were at a complete loss.
In the end, all Yun Ming could say was,
"Let's wait and see for now. We'll figure out who that person is before deciding what to do."
Everyone fell silent. No one objected.
Three more days passed.
The Youth Ranking tournament had reached the Quarter-Finals.
Over those three days, Wang Zhi had competed and won as usual, advancing without a hitch.
No one from Shrek had come looking for trouble again. Even the Spirit Pagoda had gone quiet.
Zheng Yiran had already been eliminated in the Round of 32.
Even so, she still came every day to cheer Wang Zhi on.
Of course, according to her, she was just making sure her investment paid off.
And the reason she cheered Wang Zhi on...
Was also to make sure her investment paid off.
"Who's your opponent today?"
Zheng Yiran asked curiously, seated in the stands.
"Wu Siduo," Wang Zhi answered flatly.
Zheng Yiran's eyes lit up.
"The one from Star Luo City?"
"I heard she's very strong. Twin Martial Souls, and she was already a Three Rings Soul Elder at ten."
Wang Zhi nodded without saying more.
The announcer's voice rang out.
"Contestant number 127, Wang Zhi, please report to Competition Platform One."
Wang Zhi stood and headed toward the platform.
Ika remained where he was, expressionless as ever.
Zheng Yiran hurried to the front row of the stands and found a good seat.
On the platform, Wang Zhi saw Wu Siduo.
She was tall and slender, with long, reddish-brown hair falling down her back in loose waves, fair skin, and large eyes.
She was beautiful, with a cool air that made her seem unapproachable.
They walked to the center of the platform and introduced themselves.
"Star Luo City, Wu Siduo."
"Hailu City, Wang Zhi."
The referee raised his hand.
"Three, two, one..."
"Begin!"
As soon as the words fell, three purple Soul Rings rose beneath Wu Siduo's feet.
A thousand years each—all three!
Gasps rose from the stands.
An eleven-year-old Three Rings Soul Elder with three Thousand Year Soul Rings.
That kind of configuration ranked among the very best in the entire Federation.
Wu Siduo darted forward like a Spirit Cat, charging at Wang Zhi at incredible speed.
Her steps were light and agile. Every time her foot touched the ground, it was as if she were bouncing off a spring, and she moved faster with each stride.
Wang Zhi stood still, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
Right Arm Soul Bone, Soul Skill: Bewildering Mist!
In an instant, dense white mist surged from around him, blanketing the entire platform.
Wu Siduo's vision blurred. Wang Zhi's figure disappeared into the mist.
She stopped, her brows furrowing slightly.
The mist not only blocked her sight but also interfered with her Spiritual Power perception.
She tried to probe with her Spiritual Power, only to find her range of perception had shrunk to a tiny area. Her sense of direction had grown hazy as well.
"Interesting," she murmured.
The two cat ears among her reddish-brown hair twitched slightly. She closed her eyes and began to locate her opponent by sound.
The Nether Civet Martial Soul gave her more than just speed. It also granted her hearing far beyond that of ordinary people.
Suddenly, a sharp sound cut through the air from her left.
Wu Siduo twisted aside, dodging it with ease.
A Shuriken grazed her hair and vanished into the mist.
Then, several more sharp sounds rang out from all directions at once.
Wu Siduo's eyes snapped open, a flash of dark light passing through her reddish-brown irises.
She spun and leaped like a Spirit Cat, weaving through the dense rain of Hidden Weapons.
Every twist and sidestep was perfectly timed, allowing her to evade every last one.
But a flicker of urgency crossed her mind.
She couldn't go on like this.
Wang Zhi was leading her around by the nose. She couldn't even see her opponent.
The Hidden Weapons kept coming from within the mist. They couldn't hurt her for now, but her stamina was steadily draining.
Once she ran out of stamina, she would lose.
She had to break the deadlock!
A golden glint flashed in Wu Siduo's eyes.
Her aura changed abruptly.
Her former grace and agility vanished, replaced by the murderous air of a ferocious beast.
Golden light appeared around her. White fur emerged from beneath her skin, and she radiated the aura of the king of beasts.
Evil Eye White Tiger.
She switched Twin Martial Souls.
She stopped dodging and lunged straight toward the direction the Hidden Weapons were coming from.
The strength and defense granted by her White Tiger Martial Soul were enough to let her take those Hidden Weapons head-on.
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