Chapter 177

Not just the referee—even among the teachers from so many high-rank Soul Master Academies present, no one had ever seen a Martial Soul suddenly evolve and erupt in the middle of battle.

Beibei's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had manifested pale golden lightning in the face of certain defeat. That was absolutely no ordinary Martial Soul mutation; it was more like some kind of bloodline had been awakened for an instant.

With that power, he had directly suppressed Yu Mengdi despite the gap in their cultivation. Although that had left them virtually unable to resist afterward, the outcome would still have been difficult to determine in a fight to the death.

But this had been four rings against five rings. A win was a win.

In the Zhengtian Team's Waiting Area, everyone from Ye Wuqing to the other team members wore frighteningly grim expressions.

They watched Beibei and He Caitou being carried away. Their hearts had originally been full of hope for defeating Shrek Academy, but now it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over them from head to toe.

Ye Wuqing sat in his chair, his gaze not directed toward where Yu Mengdi was returning from, but resting instead on the still-not-full row of seats in Shrek's Waiting Area.

Over in the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy's rest area, the orange in Xiao Hongchen's hand was finally lowered.

He stared toward the Arena for a long time. Ma Rulong beside him said nothing, but his brows were knitted tightly.

After quite a while, Ma Rulong finally muttered, "What was that?"

Elder Ma sat in the shadows behind him, his eyes never leaving the Arena.

After several breaths of silence, he finally spoke. His voice was low, as though he was not entirely certain of