Supremacy

Seeing that someone had accepted the challenge, the male teacher responsible for maintaining the arena and acting as referee announced,

"Let the Soul Fighting begin!"

As soon as he spoke, Yang Xun launched his attack impatiently. He gripped his spear in both hands and twirled it, then pushed off with both feet and charged forward, the spearpoint flashing coldly as it thrust straight at Mo Yuan.

With a Martial Soul like the Dragon Patterned Spear, one that had let him reach level twenty-two at eleven, Yang Xun surely came from a powerful family or faction. He must also have inherited a formidable spear technique.

Yang Xun thrust straight at Mo Yuan, the spear whistling through the air. Mo Yuan simply turned aside and dodged with ease. When the thrust missed, Yang Xun flicked his wrist, sending power from the butt of the spear to its tip.

Coordinating his waist and legs, he swept the spear horizontally. But as expected, even for Mo Yuan, whose bloodline had already reached the level of an S-rank mixed-blood, the attack was still too slow.

Mo Yuan shifted his feet slightly, and the spearpoint skimmed past his chest.

"Why hasn't he released his Martial Soul yet? Does he think he can beat Yang Xun without using it?" Mu Jin asked with a frown.

Proud geniuses were certainly likable, but excessive arrogance was not. In actual combat, overconfidence and conceit were often what killed most geniuses.

After several probing exchanges, Yang Xun saw that Mo Yuan not only wasn't using his Martial Soul, but was also leading him around as if he were walking a dog. He could no longer suppress his anger.

"You arrogant bastard! You think you can beat me without using your Martial Soul?!"

Mo Yuan easily dodged another thrust. After stepping back a few paces, he gently smoothed the wrinkles in his uniform, wearing a faint smile.

"You figured it out?"

"Arrogant!"

Yang Xun's words had pushed him over the edge. He shouted, and two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet. His First Soul Ring and Second Soul Ring lit up in succession.

"First Soul Skill! Dragon Soul!"

"Second Soul Skill! Spear Kill!"

A faint Dragon Roar sounded, and the carved dragon on the Dragon Patterned Spear seemed to come alive. The moment its iron-colored silhouette coiled around the spear, Yang Xun's aura surged sharply!

"Kill!"

Yang Xun roared, twisting his waist and raising his hand. Power surged from the ground into his hand, then through the spear, finally reaching its tip!

As his roar faded, the spearpoint shot fiercely toward Mo Yuan. At the same time, the iron-colored dragon coiling around the shaft broke free and lunged at Mo Yuan with a Dragon Roar!

"Why hasn't he released his Martial Soul yet? What is he trying to do?" Mu Jin asked, her brows knitted. She was becoming more and more displeased with Mo Yuan.

Being a level-thirty-nine cultivator at eleven was certainly incredible, but there had been several such people in Shrek Academy's history. None of them had been as arrogant as Mo Yuan.

Did he think he was a Soul Ancestor? Did he really expect to fight a level-twenty-six Battle Soul Master going all out without using his Martial Soul?

The referee beside them felt just as displeased as Mu Jin, but he was still prepared to intervene and save Mo Yuan. Yang Xun's Dragon Soul, unleashed by his Second Soul Skill, was less than two meters from Mo Yuan. One mistake, and Mo Yuan could be seriously injured.

Facing the oncoming Dragon Soul, Mo Yuan suddenly spoke in a rather amused tone.

"I don't think I ever said I was a Soul Elder."

Before his words had even faded, a glint of gold appeared in Mo Yuan's deep black eyes. Under the astonished gazes of Yang Xun, the students in the stands, and the three teachers, his brilliant Golden Eyes lit up the Soul Fighting Arena.

At the same time, four Soul Rings—yellow, purple, purple, and black—rose from beneath his feet. His First Soul Ring lit up, and profound, ancient Dragon Language silently bloomed.

Wherever I tread, I yield to neither blade nor spear, fear neither water nor fire, and suffer no evil. It is a pure land untouched by dust.

Yanling: Land of No Dust!

The wind began to flow at incredible speed, forming a thin yet indestructible barrier that rapidly expanded outward from Mo Yuan. Under the Dragon's Might of his Golden Eyes, the Dragon Soul rushing toward him was instantly weakened by several degrees.

Then the barrier created by the Land of No Dust struck it with tremendous force. Unable to maintain its shape, the Dragon Soul was completely shattered as the Dragon Patterned Spear crashed against the barrier with a shrill screech.

When the screech of the Dragon Patterned Spear striking the Land of No Dust died away, the Soul Fighting Arena fell abruptly silent. Aside from Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who had known Mo Yuan's true strength all along, every student in the stands stared wide-eyed, their mouths slightly agape, their faces spelling out the words "unbelievable."

Even the three teachers on the raised platform, all Soul Emperors, wore the same stunned expressions.

What had they just seen?

Mo Yuan was a Soul Ancestor at eleven!

A Soul Ancestor with a thousand-year Second Soul Ring and a ten-thousand-year Fourth Soul Ring!

How was that possible? They could at least imagine a genius who was level thirty-nine at eleven, but a Soul Ancestor at level forty, also at eleven?

It was unimaginable!

If the four Soul Rings pulsing beneath Mo Yuan's feet hadn't been right there before her eyes, Mu Jin would have thought she was dreaming!

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

Bai Yi stared dumbfounded at Mo Yuan in the center of the arena, then patted Wu Feng, who looked disgruntled and yet helpless to do anything about Mo Yuan.

Wu Feng was taken aback. She'd never heard anyone make such a strange request, but she still reached out and slapped Bai Yi across the face.

Smack!

"Ah! It's real!" Bai Yi sucked in a breath from the pain, then muttered under his breath, "Holy shit... is that even human?"

Even the three Soul Emperor teachers looked as if they were questioning their sanity. Yang Xun, Mo Yuan's opponent, was not only stunned but had also soaked the back of his uniform with cold sweat.

He was drenched in sweat...

Yang Xun felt like crying. Frozen in place, he stared blankly at the four Soul Rings slowly pulsing beneath Mo Yuan's feet.

The eerie glow of the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring was like a drawn blade pressed firmly against his throat. He didn't dare move a muscle.

"How about it?" Mo Yuan asked calmly. He withdrew the Land of No Dust, which had spread around him, and turned toward the other students nearby who had been eager to challenge him.

"Why don't you all come at me together? It'll save everyone time."

"No, we're good! We're good!"

At once, the students shook their heads like rattles.

Are you kidding?!

We're supposed to fight a Soul Ancestor? One with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring, no less?

Unfortunately,

There were always fools who thought they were exceptional and had everything figured out. One of the students who had been preparing to challenge Mo Yuan suddenly stepped forward and shouted,

"What's everyone afraid of?! He's just a Soul Ancestor! If a dozen of us rush him together, Mo Yuan might not be able to beat us before his Soul Power runs out!"

"..."

The Soul Fighting Arena fell silent again. Countless gazes turned toward the student who had stepped forward to say that, filled with pity.

It was the kind of compassion people reserved for the intellectually disabled.

Against an ordinary Soul Ancestor, a dozen or twenty level-twenty Soul Grandmasters might have been able to bring down an elephant through sheer numbers.

But was Mo Yuan an ordinary Soul Ancestor? One Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, and the odds would be nine to one in his favor.

Mo Yuan used one Soul Skill; they went straight to the Nine Springs.

Hearing that, Mo Yuan couldn't help laughing. He truly had no idea how the guy had managed to say something so cowardly and yet so brave.

The other students, who had long since given up on challenging Mo Yuan, immediately moved away from the guy, as if afraid that if they waited another moment, his blood would splash onto them.