Young Is Good—Fall Asleep the Moment Your Head Hits the Pillow

Vines filled the sky like countless long whips, lashing down in a deafening storm with piercing cracks through the air.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Dai Mubai roared, his tiger claws leaving a blur of afterimages as he tried to cut through the troublesome blades of grass.

He did not dare let his guard down.

"First Spirit Skill: White Tiger Protection Barrier."

Clang! Clang! Clang...

Dai Mubai had seen the situation clearly. If he could not break through and reach Ye Liuyun, he would only be worn to death.

"Roar—!!!"

As his third Spirit Ring abruptly lit up, Dai Mubai unleashed an earth-shaking tiger roar.

At that moment, his already burly body swelled another size. Muscles bulged all over him as though they might burst through his skin, golden fur grew wildly, and his entire body was enveloped in dazzling golden light.

Third Spirit Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

His attack power, defense, and strength all doubled in that instant!

At that moment, he resembled an out-of-control heavy tank, radiating a brutal, suffocating aura from head to toe.

"Good kid!"

Flender could not help crying out in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This presence... even a level-forty Soul Ancestor might not be any stronger, right? Mubai has broken through his own limits under pressure!"

Tang San's pupils narrowed as he activated the Purple Demon Eye and stared intently at the battlefield.

He asked himself that, if he were facing Dai Mubai in this state, he would likely find it difficult to confront him head-on.

He could only deal with him through evasive tactics.

"This is the foundation of a top-tier beast Martial Spirit."

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back. At last, a faint satisfied smile appeared on his stiff face, as though he had already seen the dawn of victory.

"Before absolute power, all flashy tricks are futile."

"Ye Liuyun's Blue Silver Grass may be tough, but it is still just grass. How could it possibly stop the White Tiger in its Vajra Transformation state?"

"This round is decided."

In the arena.

Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot. Golden blades over a foot long condensed around his tiger claws as he launched his final charge at the dense wall of vines before him.

"Break... for me!!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever the golden light passed, the Blue Silver Grass vines, tough as iron, were truly torn apart as easily as paper!

Grass fragments danced through the sky.

Dai Mubai charged through as though no one stood in his way, forcibly tearing a straight path through that "sea of grass."

Closer!

Even closer!

Ten steps!

Six steps!

Four steps!

The young man with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression was now right in front of him!

Seeing that Ye Liuyun's gaze remained utterly unmoved, the rage in Dai Mubai's heart burned to its peak—and so did his excitement.

Keep acting. Let's see how much longer you can keep this up!

Three steps!

Two steps!

Just one step left!

"Open up!"

His thunderous shout was like a tiger's roar shaking the mountains and forests.

"Ye Liuyun! Lie down for me!!!"

Dai Mubai roared as he unleashed his peak strike, gathering all his Soul Power and uniting his body, energy, and spirit.

The massive tiger claw carried a shrill howl that tore through the air as it slammed toward Ye Liuyun's chest!

This strike was enough to tear a person apart. Even if it did not kill, it would cripple!

He was completely going for the kill.

Ning Rongrong covered her eyes in fright, unable to watch the bloody scene that would follow.

However.

At the very instant when the tiger claw was less than ten centimeters from Ye Liuyun's nose, just as everyone believed Ye Liuyun was certainly defeated.

The vines Dai Mubai had cut apart along the way had already regrown and came charging after him from behind.

The Blue Silver Grass fragments on Dai Mubai's body also regrew under Ye Liuyun's First Spirit Skill.

They tangled together with the Blue Silver Grass vines pursuing from behind.

In an instant, they seized Dai Mubai's arms, thighs, waist, neck, and limbs, binding his entire body tightly.

More and more vines continued to grow around Ye Liuyun.

Layer upon layer, they wound themselves around Dai Mubai.

In the end, it was as though countless chains had appeared from every direction, pinning a ferocious tiger in place and leaving him unable to move.

With his neck constricted, Dai Mubai's voice had turned hoarse.

"Where did you get so much Soul Power? How can you keep releasing so many vines without stopping?"

Ye Liuyun only smiled and did not answer.

First, his own Soul Power reserves were enormous.

Second, he had absorbed part of Dai Mubai's Soul Power during the fight.

Lastly, while the flowers and grass around them possessed very little life force, they could still be converted into a portion of Soul Power.

Ye Liuyun took his right hand out of his pocket, made a fist, and gently blew on it.

With a mischievous smile, he said softly.

"Good night!"

Dai Mubai only felt his vision go black, and then he knew nothing more.

The entire venue fell silent.

The wind swept across the field, carrying several fallen leaves with it.

Flender's mouth hung open, and his glasses slid down to the tip of his nose.

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face froze, as though someone had slapped him hard across the face, leaving it burning with pain.

Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Oscar... everyone stared blankly at Dai Mubai, who had been hung from a tree and knocked unconscious with one punch. Their minds were completely blank.

As for Ye Liuyun, the man at the center of it all.

From beginning to end, his feet had truly not moved even a single millimeter.

What had seemed like a fight Dai Mubai could win if he advanced just a little farther now appeared to have contained an enormous gap.

"Snap."

Ye Liuyun casually snapped his fingers.

The Blue Silver Grass vines that had tied Dai Mubai into a tight dumpling instantly loosened, turning into specks of dim light and dissipating into the air.

With a dull thud, the unconscious Dai Mubai crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a ring of dust.

Ye Liuyun did not even glance at the loser on the ground. Instead, he turned, his calm eyes looking directly at Yu Xiaogang's stiff expression.

He dusted off his hands as though there were dirt on them, a faint, teasing smile lingering at the corner of his lips.

He had never liked Yu Xiaogang, but previously, he had merely ignored him. As long as neither bothered the other, that was enough.

Yet back at Nuoding Academy, Yu Xiaogang had targeted him, intentionally or otherwise.

Now that they were here, he still wanted to use him to elevate Tang San.

Having Dai Mubai fight everyone in turn—was that not simply to let Tang San rise by stepping on Dai Mubai?

Ye Liuyun had no intention of letting him get his way.

"Grandmaster."

"And then?"

"Are you sending Tang San next, or do you plan to step in yourself and give me a few pointers?"

The words "step in yourself" dripped with mockery.

After all, everyone knew this Grandmaster was only level twenty-nine. He was certainly no match for Ye Liuyun.

The training field fell into dead silence.

Everyone's eyes focused on Yu Xiaogang.

Flender pushed up his glasses, wanting to smooth things over, but Yu Xiaogang raised a hand to stop him.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and forcibly relaxed his facial muscles.

He looked at Ye Liuyun without the slightest praise in his eyes. Instead, they revealed a disappointment that could only be called bitter regret.

"You won?"

With his hands behind his back, Yu Xiaogang slowly walked to the center of the field, his voice cold and rigid.

"Ye Liuyun, do you think you are strong? Do you think that defeating Dai Mubai proves that you were right and my theories were wrong?"

Ye Liuyun raised an eyebrow without speaking, quietly watching him perform.

"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his voice and sternly rebuked him.

"What I saw was not an impressive victory, but an utterly unrestrained waste!"

"Against a classmate in a mere spar, you actually used such an enormous amount of Soul Power and even affected the surroundings. If this were a battlefield, after that attack, would you still have the strength left to face a second enemy?"

"And!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the unconscious Dai Mubai on the ground, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Your style of fighting knows only destruction, not control. Your eyes see only victory and defeat, not your teammates."

"If this had been a team battle, would those vines flying all over the sky have strangled your teammates along with your enemy?"