Supremacy

As someone had already accepted the challenge, the male teacher, serving as the venue maintenance and referee, announced, "The soul duel begins!"

As the words fell, Yang Xun impatiently launched his attack. He twirled his spear with both hands, stomped his feet, and charged forward. The cold glint of the spear tip aimed directly at Moyuan.

Possessing a martial soul like the Dragon Patterned Spear, which allowed him to reach level twenty-two at the age of eleven, he must have the backing of a significant force or family, and undoubtedly possessed formidable spear techniques in their inheritance.

He thrust his spear straight at Moyuan, the air whistling. However, Moyuan calmly dodged to the side. Seeing his attack miss, Yang Xun flicked his wrist, channeling force from the butt of the spear to the tip.

With his waist and stance unified, he swept his spear horizontally. But as expected, for Moyuan, whose bloodline had reached S-class mixed-blood, this was still too slow.

He merely shifted his steps, and the spear tip grazed his chest.

"Why hasn't he released his martial soul yet? Does he think he can defeat Yang Xun without his martial soul?" Mu Jin frowned.

While proud geniuses were likable, excessive arrogance was not. In actual combat, overconfidence and arrogance were often the causes of death for most geniuses.

After a few probing rounds, Yang Xun saw that Moyuan not only wasn't using his martial soul but was also leading him around like he was walking a dog. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Arrogant fellow! Do you think you can defeat me without your martial soul?!"

Moyuan easily dodged another thrust, retreated a few steps, and gently smoothed his slightly wrinkled school uniform with a faint smile.

"You noticed?"

"Arrogant!"

These words completely enraged Yang Xun. He let out a roar, and two yellow soul rings rose from the soles of his feet. Simultaneously, the first and second soul rings were lit.

"First soul skill! Dragon Soul!"

"Second soul skill! Spear Kill!"

Accompanied by a faint dragon's roar, the dragon carved on the Dragon Patterned Spear seemed to come alive. The moment the iron-colored dragon shadow coiled around the spear, Yang Xun's aura surged.

"Kill!"

Yang Xun roared, twisting his waist and raising his hand. Force traveled from the ground to his hand, then to the spear shaft, and finally to the spear tip!

As the roar subsided, the spear tip fiercely thrust towards Moyuan. At the same time, the iron-colored dragon coiled around the spear detached itself and, with a dragon's roar, lunged at Moyuan!

"Still not releasing his martial soul? What exactly does he want to do?" Mu Jin's brow furrowed, his dislike for Moyuan growing.

While being level thirty-nine at eleven was heaven-defying, Shrek Academy had seen several such individuals in its history, but none were as arrogant as Moyuan.

And did he think he was a soul ancestor? Did he want to fight a level twenty-six battle soul master who was going all out without using his martial soul?

The referee also felt displeased, just like Mu Jin. However, he was ready to intervene and save Moyuan. After all, the Dragon Soul from Yang Xun's second soul skill was less than two meters away from Moyuan. If he wasn't careful, he could be seriously injured.

Facing the oncoming Dragon Soul, Moyuan's voice held a hint of amusement as he suddenly spoke, "I don't think I ever said I was a soul elder."

Before his voice faded, under the astonished gazes of Yang Xun, the students in the stands, and even the three teachers, a golden light flickered in Moyuan's deep black eyes. Those brilliant golden eyes lit up in the soul duel arena.

Simultaneously, four soul rings – yellow, purple, purple, and black – rose from the soles of his feet. The first soul ring was lit, and ancient and profound dragon script silently bloomed.

"Wherever I pass, it shall not fear blades or spears, nor be afraid of water or fire, nor be harmed by evil spirits, becoming a pure land untouched by dust."

Word Skill: Land of No Dust!

The wind began to flow rapidly, forming a thin but indestructible barrier. It rapidly expanded from Moyuan's center. The Dragon Soul that was lunging at him was instantly weakened by several notches under the dragon's might emanating from his golden eyes.

Now, after being fiercely impacted by the barrier formed by the Land of No Dust, it could no longer maintain its form. Accompanied by the sharp friction sound as the Dragon Patterned Spear collided with the barrier, the Dragon Soul was completely shattered.

As the friction sound of the Dragon Patterned Spear colliding with the Land of No Dust disappeared, the soul duel arena fell into sudden silence. In the stands, apart from Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who already knew Moyuan's true capabilities, all the other students stared with wide eyes, their mouths agape, their faces etched with disbelief.

Even the three teachers on the high platform, who were Soul Emperors, looked stunned.

What had they seen?

Moyuan was a Soul Ancestor at the age of eleven!

A Soul Ancestor with a second soul ring of a thousand years and a fourth soul ring of ten thousand years!

How was this possible! If they could imagine a genius with level thirty-nine soul power at eleven, what about a level forty Soul Ancestor at eleven?

Unimaginable!

If not for the four soul rings rhythmically pulsing beneath Moyuan's feet, Mu Jin would have suspected he was dreaming.

"Wu Feng, slap me. I want to see if I'm still dreaming in the dorm..."

Bai Yi stared dumbfounded at Moyuan in the center of the arena, patting Wu Feng, who looked displeased but helpless towards Moyuan, beside him.

Wu Feng was taken aback. She had never met anyone who made such a strange request, but she still reached out and slapped Bai Yi's face.

Slap!

"Ouch! It's real!" Bai Yi gasped in pain, then muttered in a low voice, "Holy crap... is this even human?"

Even the three Soul Emperor-level teachers were in such a state, questioning their very existence. Yang Xun, Moyuan's opponent at the moment, was not only astonished but also had his back drenched in cold sweat.

He was sweating profusely...

Yang Xun was on the verge of tears. He stood frozen, his gaze blankly fixed on the four soul rings slowly pulsing beneath Moyuan's feet.

The faint glow emanating from the ten-thousand year soul ring was like a drawn blade, pressed firmly against his neck, daring him to make the slightest move.

"How was that?" Moyuan asked indifferently, retracting the spreading Land of No Dust. He turned to look at the other students not far away, who had been eager to challenge him.

"Why don't you all come at me together? Save us all some time."

"No way! No way!"

Upon hearing this, the students immediately shook their heads like rattles.

What a joke!

We're going to fight a Soul Ancestor? A Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand year soul ring?

Unfortunately, In this world, there are always idiots who think too highly of themselves and believe they've seen through everything. Suddenly, one of the students who had been preparing to challenge Moyuan shouted out, "What are you all afraid of?! Isn't he just a Soul Ancestor? If a dozen of us rush him, Moyuan might not be able to defeat us before his soul power is depleted!"

"..."

The soul fighting arena fell silent once more. Countless gazes turned to the student who had spoken up, their eyes filled with pity.

It was the kind of pity reserved for the intellectually challenged.

If it were an ordinary Soul Ancestor, perhaps a dozen or twenty Great Soul Masters like them could overwhelm an elephant with sheer numbers.

But was Moyuan an ordinary Soul Ancestor? One ten-thousand year soul skill would put them at a severe disadvantage.

If Moyuan unleashed a soul skill, they would be sent to the underworld.

Hearing this, Moyuan couldn't help but chuckle. He truly didn't know how the student managed to say something so cowardly yet brave.

The other students, who had long abandoned any thought of challenging Moyuan, immediately distanced themselves from him, as if afraid blood would splatter on them if they were any slower.