I Lack Nothing Now!

As soon as Situ Xuan finished speaking, Xie Xie's complexion shifted from pale to livid. He had never been humiliated like this before, especially not in front of the entire school's faculty and students—though the spectator stands only held a smattering of students from other classes.

He struggled to break free from the restraint, only to find that the hand Situ Xuan had clamped onto his head was as immovable as a steel vise, and even his Martial Soul was suppressed by some bizarre power, unable to manifest.

"Situ Xuan!"

On the other side of the arena, Lin Yao and Zhou Tianyang were struggling bitterly, forced to call for backup.

Tang Wulin's innate soul power was indeed not high, but he was supported by an extraordinary bloodline that granted him natural, god-like strength. He swung his forging hammers with such ferocity that even though Lin Yao had manifested the Golden-Scaled Deer, he still fell behind in terms of physical constitution.

Is this guy really a Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?

Does "not closed" mean "not opened" or what?!

On the other side, Zhou Tianyang was in an even more pathetic state; Gu Yue was executing Wu Zhangkong's strategy, accelerating her pace to force him toward the edge of the arena.

"Tch!"

A fierce glint flickered in Situ Xuan's eyes as he looked at his two "trash" teammates with displeasure.

"Kid, you're lucky."

Situ Xuan sneered, knocked Xie Xie off the arena with a single punch, and then turned to kick off the ground.

Situ Xuan's movements were impossibly fast, his figure streaking across the arena like a bolt of black lightning.

Lin Yao only felt a blur before his eyes, and then he saw a slender, powerful palm press down onto Tang Wulin's forging hammer.

Boom—!

Amidst the deafening sound of clashing metal, Tang Wulin retreated three steps, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. Possessing innate god-like strength, he had never encountered an opponent among his peers who could rival him in raw power.

But at this moment, Situ Xuan had caught his full-force hammer swing with just one hand.

"Your strength is indeed not bad."

Situ Xuan grinned, suddenly released the hammer, and backhanded Tang Wulin's wrist. "But your technique is too poor."

With that, he used the momentum to pull, and Tang Wulin was sent flying into mid-air. Situ Xuan's right leg whipped out like a lash, and it looked as if it were about to strike Tang Wulin's chest—

"Wind Shackles!"

Gu Yue's cold voice rang out suddenly. The air around the arena instantly solidified, and countless cyan wind ropes appeared out of thin air, locking Situ Xuan's limbs firmly in place.

Tang Wulin seized the opportunity, flipped in the air, 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, let's team up!"

Gu Yue nodded, forming seals with her hands in front of her chest.

The elements in the air began to fluctuate violently; fireballs, ice spikes, and stone thorns formed simultaneously, shooting toward Situ Xuan from all directions.

Situ Xuan didn't dodge or evade; instead, he kicked his two teammates off the arena one by one. "You two are in the way."

The elemental storm roared in. Fireballs exploded, ice spikes pierced, and stone thorns shredded; the arena was instantly submerged in a surge of wild energy. The students of Class Three widened their eyes, watching the scene in disbelief—Situ Xuan was actually standing in place, taking every single attack head-on!

"Is he crazy?!"

Lin Yao clutched his chest, standing outside the ring in shock.

As the smoke cleared, Situ Xuan stood bare-chested, tearing off his tattered school uniform without a care, a wild, ferocious grin on his face. "Now this is more like it!"

Situ Xuan mobilized his Martial Soul. The moment his Body Martial Soul merged with his physique, the surging power made him let out a satisfied laugh.

"Now... I lack nothing!"

Situ Xuan's muscles were knotted, and golden patterns flowed beneath his skin like living creatures. He laughed wildly and spread his arms, actually tearing the remnants of the elemental storm into pieces!

"Is... is this really a human body?"

Below the stage, Xie Xie, who had just barely managed to stand up, felt his pupils constrict, his eyes filled with disbelief.

On the arena, Gu Yue's black hair floated without wind, starlight swirling in her eyes: "Tang Wulin, prepare for the second wave of attacks!"

"Understood!"

Golden scales flickered on Tang Wulin's right arm, and the Gold-Patterned Blue Silver Grass rapidly coiled around his arms.

He had witnessed Situ Xuan's terror back at Red Mountain Academy, but this madman was clearly even stronger than he had been back then!

"Too slow!"

Situ Xuan suddenly roared, his right foot stomping the ground and creating spiderweb-like cracks. His figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Gu Yue!

"Two-Finger Vacuum Hold!"

Two fingers thrust toward Gu Yue's throat like a venomous snake, the air emitting a piercing screech as it was torn apart.

Gu Yue had been prepared; a flash of silver light saw her teleport ten meters away.

But Situ Xuan's assault didn't stop; he shifted his move into a palm strike, lashing out at the empty space to his side—

"Bang!"

Gu Yue, who had just materialized, was sent stumbling back by the blow, a look of shock appearing in her eyes for the first time.

"You can predict my spatial displacement?!"

Situ Xuan grinned, revealing his stark white teeth: "I can do much more than that!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed again, but this time he lunged straight toward Tang Wulin!

"Watch out!"

Gu Yue waved her hand in a hurry, and seven ice walls instantly rose from the ground.

But Situ Xuan did not dodge or evade; he tore through six of the ice walls like a cannonball, only to suddenly change direction before the final one—

"North Star Dragon Strikes Tiger!"

His right leg came crashing down like a battle-axe, and the arms Tang Wulin had hastily raised to block emitted an unbearable cracking sound.

Just at this critical moment, a flash of silver light appeared, and Gu Yue teleported away with Tang Wulin.

"BOOM!!!"

Situ Xuan's kick gouged a half-meter-deep trench into the arena, sending metal fragments flying like bullets in every direction.

"Cough, cough..."

Blood seeped from the corner of Tang Wulin's mouth, and most of the golden scales on his right arm had shattered. He looked at Gu Yue and noticed fine beads of sweat on her forehead—using spatial abilities repeatedly was incredibly taxing.

"We must change our strategy."

Gu Yue whispered quickly, "I need three seconds to prepare."

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, golden light surging in his eyes: "Leave it to me!"

He mobilized the agitation within his bloodline as much as he could; although the golden scales could still only spread across his right arm, his strength seemed to have increased even further due to the turbulence of his blood.

"Situ Xuan! Your opponent is me!"

Tang Wulin roared as he charged toward Situ Xuan.

"You..."

A look of disdain flashed in Situ Xuan's red eyes, "Your purity is too low!"

At only 1.4 meters tall, Tang Wulin charging toward the nearly 1.8-meter-tall Situ Xuan looked just like Don Quixote charging at a windmill.

"Purity?"

The golden light in Tang Wulin's eyes intensified, and at that moment, the golden scales on his right arm actually began to spread toward his shoulder, "Then I'll show you what true purity is!"

The bloodline of the Golden Dragon King was restless; as the embodiment of the power of the Dragon God, the Golden Dragon King naturally provided its host with immense strength when faced with a provocation from an enemy of equal power.

A cruel grin curled the corners of Situ Xuan's mouth; he didn't even adopt a combat stance, simply standing where he was, looking relaxed.

When Tang Wulin's fist came crashing in with the sound of a dragon's roar, he merely tilted his body slightly, letting the heavy punch graze his chest.

"Bang!"

The air displaced by the fist's wind exploded, but Situ Xuan didn't even furrow his brow.

"Your force-generating method is from a forging hammer; your shoulders are too stiff."

He spoke as if critiquing a student's homework, then suddenly reached out and clamped onto Tang Wulin's wrist, "I told you back at Hongshan—"