The moment Situ Xuan finished speaking, Xie Xie's face went from pale to livid. He had never suffered such humiliation, especially in front of the entire school—though there were only a few students from other classes scattered through the stands.
He struggled to break free, only to find that the hand Situ Xuan had placed atop his head was like a steel vice, completely unmoving. Even his martial soul was suppressed by some strange force, leaving him unable to release it.
"Situ Xuan!"
On the other side of the arena, Lin Yao and Zhou Tianyang were barely holding on and had no choice but to call for support.
Tang Wulin's Innate Soul Power was indeed not high, but he had an extraordinary bloodline supporting him, granting him strength that seemed divinely bestowed. His pair of forging hammers whistled through the air, and even after Lin Yao possessed the Golden Scale Deer, he still fell behind in terms of physique.
Was this really a Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass martial soul?
So if it hadn't been turned on, it meant it was never activated, huh?!
Zhou Tianyang was in even worse shape on the other side. Following Wu Zhangkong's strategy, Gu Yue accelerated her attacks and drove him toward the edge of the arena.
"Tch!"
A fierce glint flashed through Situ Xuan's eyes as he looked displeasedly at his two "trash" teammates.
"Kid, you're lucky."
Situ Xuan sneered, punched Xie Xie off the arena, then turned and sprang off the ground.
Situ Xuan moved unbelievably fast, his figure streaking across the arena like a black bolt of lightning.
Lin Yao's vision blurred, and he saw a long, powerful hand press against Tang Wulin's forging hammer.
Boom—!
Amid an ear-splitting metallic collision, Tang Wulin staggered back three steps, shock flashing through his eyes. He had been born with immense strength and had never encountered anyone his age capable of matching him in power.
Yet now, Situ Xuan had caught his full-force hammer swing with just one hand.
"Your strength really isn't bad."
Situ Xuan grinned, suddenly releasing the hammer and seizing Tang Wulin's wrist with his backhand. "But your technique is terrible."
As soon as he spoke, he pulled with the motion, hurling Tang Wulin into the air. Situ Xuan's right leg lashed out like a whip, about to strike Tang Wulin in the chest—
"Wind Shackles!"
Gu Yue's cool voice suddenly rang out. The air around the arena abruptly solidified, and countless azure wind ropes appeared from nowhere, firmly binding Situ Xuan's limbs.
Seizing the chance, Tang Wulin flipped in midair and landed steadily. He quickly adjusted his breathing, golden light flickering in his eyes as the golden patterns on his right arm became increasingly distinct.
"Gu Yue, join forces with me!"
Gu Yue nodded and formed hand seals before her chest.
The elements in the air began to surge violently. Fireballs, ice spikes, and stone thorns formed at the same time, shooting toward Situ Xuan from all directions.
Situ Xuan neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he sent his two teammates "off" the arena with a kick each. "You're too much of a hindrance."
The Elemental Storm came howling in. Fireballs exploded, ice spikes pierced, and stone thorns tore through the air, instantly drowning the arena in violent energy. The Class Three students stared wide-eyed in disbelief—Situ Xuan was actually standing in place, forcibly enduring every attack!
"Has he gone mad?!"
Lin Yao clutched his chest and cried out in shock from below the platform.
When the smoke cleared, Situ Xuan stood bare-chested. He casually tore off his tattered school uniform, his vicious grin blatant. "Now that's more like it!"
Situ Xuan activated his martial soul. The instant his Body Martial Soul fused with his body, the surging power made him laugh with exhilaration.
"Now... I lack nothing!"
The muscles all over Situ Xuan's body bulged, while golden patterns flowed beneath his skin like living creatures. He threw back his arms with wild laughter and actually tore the remaining Elemental Storm to pieces by brute force!
"Th-this is really a human body?"
Xie Xie, who had only just managed to stand, narrowed his eyes. They were filled with disbelief.
On the arena, Gu Yue's black hair drifted without wind, starlight flowing through her eyes. "Tang Wulin, prepare the second wave!"
"Understood!"
Golden scales flickered across Tang Wulin's right arm as Gold-Patterned Blue Silver Grass rapidly wound around both his arms.
He had witnessed Situ Xuan's terrifying power back at Red Mountain Academy, but this madman was clearly even stronger now than he had been then!
"Too slow!"
Situ Xuan suddenly roared, stomping his right foot down and sending spiderweb-like cracks through the ground. His figure vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Gu Yue!
"Two-Finger Vacuum Hold!"
Two fingers shot toward Gu Yue's throat like venomous snakes, producing a shrill tearing sound in the air.
Gu Yue had been prepared. A flash of silver light carried her ten meters away in an instant.
But Situ Xuan's assault did not stop. He changed the motion into a palm strike, sweeping it toward the empty space at his side—
Bang!
Gu Yue, who had just reappeared, was struck by that palm and stumbled backward. For the first time, shock appeared in her eyes.
"You can predict my Space Shift?!"
Situ Xuan bared his white teeth in a grin. "There's much more I can do!"
As he spoke, his figure flashed again, but this time he pounced toward Tang Wulin!
"Watch out!"
Gu Yue hurriedly waved her hand, and seven ice walls instantly rose from the ground.
But Situ Xuan neither dodged nor evaded. Like a cannonball, he smashed through six ice walls in succession, then suddenly changed direction before the last one—
"North Star Dragon Strikes Tiger!"
His right leg came down like a battle-axe, and Tang Wulin's hastily raised arms let out an overwhelmed crack.
At that very instant, silver light flashed. Gu Yue shifted away with Tang Wulin in an instant.
Boom!!!
Situ Xuan's kick split a trench half a meter deep into the arena, sending metal fragments flying outward like bullets.
"Cough, cough..."
Blood seeped from the corner of Tang Wulin's mouth, and more than half the golden scales on his right arm had shattered. He looked toward Gu Yue and found fine beads of sweat on her forehead as well—using spatial abilities consecutively consumed an enormous amount of energy.
"We need to change our strategy."
Gu Yue spoke rapidly in a low voice. "I need three seconds to prepare."
Tang Wulin took a deep breath, the golden glow in his eyes intensifying. "Leave it to me!"
He drew on the agitation within his bloodline as much as possible. Golden scales could still only spread along his right arm, but the restless bloodline seemed to amplify his strength even further.
"Situ Xuan! I'm your opponent!"
Tang Wulin roared and charged at Situ Xuan.
"You..."
A disdainful red glint appeared in Situ Xuan's eyes. "Your purity is too low!"
Barely one meter forty tall, Tang Wulin charging at the nearly one meter eighty Situ Xuan looked like Don Quixote charging at a windmill.
"Purity?"
The golden light in Tang Wulin's eyes intensified further. At that moment, the golden scales on his right arm actually began spreading toward his shoulder. "Then I'll show you what true purity is!"
The Golden Dragon King's bloodline stirred. In the face of a challenge from an enemy equally defined by strength, the Golden Dragon King, which represented the Dragon God's power, naturally bestowed immense strength upon its host.
A vicious smile curled Situ Xuan's lips. He did not even assume a fighting stance, merely standing there casually.
When Tang Wulin's fist came crashing in with the sound of a dragon's roar, he merely shifted slightly aside and let the heavy blow graze past his chest.
Bang!
The air brushed by the fist wind exploded, yet Situ Xuan did not even furrow his brow.
"The way you exert force with a forging hammer—your shoulder is too stiff."
He spoke as though commenting on a student's assignment, then suddenly reached out and seized Tang Wulin's wrist. "I told you back at Red Mountain—"
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