The Fourth Trial, Challenging Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji is Greatly Alarmed

The location for the third round of the assessment was on the path leading to the fourth round, where an old man lay lazily on a recliner, soaking up the sun.

"Teacher, someone has arrived for the third round."

"Oh? I didn't expect there to be a use for me this year."

The teacher for the third round sat up from his recliner.

"There are actually five of them?"

He was somewhat surprised.

Dai Mubai pointed at Ye Lin.

"Actually, there is only one, because these four skipped directly to the fourth round."

The third-round teacher looked at Ye Lin.

"The third round tests a candidate's level of control over their Martial Soul."

"Little girl, show me your Martial Soul and perform whatever you like; let me take a look."

Ye Lin nodded, gripped her Immortal Sword, spun it in a flourish, and slashed toward the teacher.

A look of surprise instantly appeared on the teacher's face as he reached out his right hand, his two fingers easily and steadily clamping onto the Immortal Sword.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Although you only have twenty levels of spirit power, this level of control is completely unlike what someone with twenty levels should possess. Even some Soul Elders pale in comparison to you."

"You have passed."

"To be able to enter Shrek Academy with only one Spirit Ring, you are even more of a monster than the others."

After saying this, he lay back down on the recliner to quietly soak up the sun again.

"Sister Lin, I knew you could do it."

Xiao Wu chuckled.

Dai Mubai led the five of them forward again.

The assessment site for the fourth round was an open area of about two hundred square meters, where a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on a chair in the center, dozing off.

His muscles were bulging, and even while sleeping, he gave off a sense of immense power.

Ye Lin recalled his information in her mind.

Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji, a level 76 Spirit Saint, Martial Soul Vajra Bear.

"Teacher Zhao, I've brought them to the fourth round."

"Oh? There are actually people who made it to the fourth round this year, and there are five of them?"

The surprise on Zhao Wuji's face was no less than that of the previous teacher.

"Not only are there five, but four of them skipped directly from the first round, and the other one has reached twenty levels of spirit power without having obtained a second Spirit Ring yet."

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up instantly.

He stood up from his chair, his entire frame standing like an iron tower.

"To be able to reach the fourth round with only one Spirit Ring is a unique feat in the history of Shrek Academy."

Zhao Wuji looked the five of them up and down, pondering for a moment.

"Little Dai, go and test what kind of strength this one-ringed kid has."

"Alright," Dai Mubai agreed immediately, which was exactly what he had hoped for.

Ye Lin and Dai Mubai stood facing each other.

One held an Immortal Sword, with a single yellow Spirit Ring pulsing up and down at her feet.

The other had his White Tiger avatar manifested, with two yellow and one purple Spirit Ring emitting a faint pressure.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms over his chest.

"If you can hold out against Little Dai's attacks for the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn, then you will have passed this fourth round."

He pulled a stick of incense from somewhere, crushed it between his thumb and forefinger to light it, and with a flick of his right hand, planted it straight into the ground.

"Begin!"

As soon as the two words left Zhao Wuji's mouth, Ye Lin raised her sword and launched the first attack.

Her figure lunged violently toward Dai Mubai.

"Good!"

A look of admiration appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

"I thought she would spend the time defending, but I didn't expect her to take the initiative to attack."

"She has the true essence of a power attack type!"

"Attacking the strong with the weak—the best defense is a good offense."

"I am looking forward to your performance even more now."

Dai Mubai's tiger claws extended from his ten fingers, blocking Ye Lin's Immortal Sword head-on.

"Clang!"

The two sides collided directly, like a flash of lightning striking flint.

After the collision, the two separated.

This exchange was a draw!

Although Ye Lin only had twenty levels of spirit power and even only a single Spirit Ring, her attack power was not the least bit inferior to Dai Mubai's.

The age of the first Spirit Ring Ye Lin had absorbed was close to two thousand years; even the combined age of Dai Mubai's three Spirit Rings was not much higher.

"What strong attack power!"

Zhao Wuji watched Ye Lin with admiration. "What a little monster. If you were the same level as little Dai, I'm afraid he would have already lost with a single strike."

The other four onlookers also wore expressions of amazement, especially Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

They had originally thought Ye Lin was just lucky, but they hadn't expected her strength to be this formidable.

Zhu Zhuqing compared herself to Ye Lin in her heart. She was someone who refused to admit defeat, but no matter how she compared them, she knew she could not have blocked that previous strike.

"Are you really only a one-ringed spirit master?"

Dai Mubai was greatly astonished. His opponent had two fewer Spirit Rings than him, yet she was able to match him in attack power.

If she had even one more Spirit Ring, the outcome of this battle would be hard to predict.

His competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

He needed to end this quickly and secure a swift victory.

His second Spirit Ring flashed.

Accompanied by a tiger's roar, a milky-white ball of light erupted from his mouth.

"Second Spirit Ability, White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A powerful shockwave surged violently toward Ye Lin.

"First Spirit Ability, Blade Thrust!"

Ye Lin murmured. As her first Spirit Ring flashed, her figure lunged forward.

A green phantom of a dragon's head flashed over the blade, and the Immortal Sword split the milky-white ball of light right down the middle.

The Immortal Sword headed straight for Dai Mubai.

"So strong!"

Dai Mubai exclaimed in his heart once more. Although it was only a first spirit ability, its attack power was even greater than his own second spirit ability.

How could he have known that Ye Lin's first Spirit Ring came from a Mandala Dragon nearly two thousand years old?

It was superior in both age and the quality of the spirit beast.

"First Spirit Ability, White Tiger Barrier!"

Dai Mubai's first Spirit Ring flashed, and his pair of Evil Eyes suddenly turned white.

A burst of intense white light exploded from his abdomen, finally forming a bright white barrier in front of him to meet the blade.

"Break!"

Ye Lin spat out a single word, and the blade pierced through his White Tiger Barrier with a soft thud.

"What!"

Dai Mubai was instantly shocked, his tiger pupils widening into perfect circles.

He hadn't expected that even two of his spirit abilities combined couldn't block Ye Lin's attack!

Zhao Wuji's estimation of Ye Lin rose even further, and he began to speculate on the exact age of Ye Lin's first Spirit Ring.

This power far exceeded that of an ordinary hundred-year Spirit Ring; it would be no exaggeration to say it was the power of a thousand-year Spirit Ring.

One had to remember that Dai Mubai's spirit power was as high as level thirty-seven.

Let alone a level twenty spirit master with only one ring, even an ordinary Soul Elder would only be on the receiving end of a beating before Dai Mubai.

A strange look flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes as she pondered continuously in her heart.

"How does she cultivate? To be this strong."