Gathering of Powers!

At the center of the arena!

Three black Soul Rings formed from intricate Inscription Realm patterns circled orderly beneath Zijun's feet!

The Blue Silver Grass vines wrapped around his body shattered like bubbles at the slightest touch!

A suit of red-and-white armor covered Zijun from head to toe!

Dozens of crossbow bolts lay scattered across the ground.

Behind him, four pairs of blood-red wings resembling Angel Wings spread wide!

A savage aura radiated from his body!

"Ten... Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings! Impossible!"

At the sight of the Soul Rings Zijun had released, Tang San was overcome with terror!

Always composed, he had completely lost his bearings at that moment!

Everything before his eyes replayed in his mind like a nightmare!

The negative emotions buried deep within him surged up like an erupting volcano!

In the stands, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang lowered his head in dejection.

As though the faith in his heart had been shattered, he muttered to himself as if possessed.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! More than ten years of effort were all wrong! Where exactly was the problem?!"

Gasping heavily, Yu Xiaogang looked like a drowning man who had fallen into the deep sea and was struggling desperately.

"No! I wasn't wrong! It was impossible for a Spirit Master's first Soul Ring to absorb ten thousand years of power! He must have submitted false information!"

Having lost his composure, Yu Xiaogang suddenly grabbed Flender's arm and blurted out.

"There must be something wrong with his records! He might be a Spirit Emperor, or even a Spirit Saint! If we don't stop this, Little San will be in danger!"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Flender nodded in agreement. With a fierce expression, he flew to the side of the arena and shouted.

"The match is suspended! I have doubts about this match! I hope the Spirit Fighting Arena will handle this fairly!"

Seeing Flender come to halt the match, Zijun suppressed a laugh and withdrew his Soul Rings.

Another one who thinks I'm some decrepit old man. Flender, Flender, since you want to embarrass yourself, I'll grant your wish.

He dispelled his Martial Soul Possession, revealing the red-and-white Asura God Attire.

"I suspect he falsified his personal information! He isn't actually a Soul Elder! He could be a Spirit Emperor, or even a Spirit Saint!"

Flender looked at Zijun as if he had seen through everything.

Hearing Flender's words, the host in midair also began to doubt Zijun's true cultivation.

After all, possessing three Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings at level thirty was simply too absurd.

"Contestant Asura, in order to ensure the match proceeds normally, we hope you will cooperate with a Soul Power Level test."

Zijun nodded indifferently. The host did not waste any time and immediately summoned two powerful Spirit Saints to Zijun's side.

"Please extend your arm."

A burly man in a black mask and black training clothes grasped Zijun's wrist.

After examining him for a moment, the eyes behind the black mask filled with shock.

At the same time, the two black-clad Spirit Saints stood up, nodded to the host, and turned toward the arena exit.

Having received their confirmation, the host's face flushed red. He picked up the microphone and loudly announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Following the assessment of two Spirit Saint experts, contestant Asura is a genuine Soul Elder! The match will continue!"

At the edge of the arena, Flender stared blankly at Zijun after learning the truth.

His throat bobbed slowly beneath his neck. He seemed calm on the surface, but inwardly, he was already reeling with shock!

A level-thirty Soul Elder, with Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings to match!

Such a Spirit Master could no longer be described merely as a genius!

If he grew up, he would undoubtedly become an invincible Douluo-level existence on the continent!

In the stands, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang and the others were the same. They sighed, their expressions melancholy.

"In the near future, the entire continent's situation will once again undergo earth-shaking changes! What a pity... such a genius is not a Shrek student."

On the arena, seeing the gap between them, Tang San wore a helpless smile and raised his hand in surrender.

"I... concede..."

He walked down from the arena in a daze. Deeply shaken, Tang San lowered his head and headed toward the exit.

In the lounge, Tang San and the others sat on the sofa with low morale.

A stifling atmosphere filled the entire room. Bang! A heavy slap on the table interrupted their thoughts.

"Disappointing! Absolutely disappointing!" Having been the first to calm down, Yu Xiaogang swept his gaze over them and rebuked them.

Looking up at Yu Xiaogang seated behind the tea table, the fat boy muttered aggrievedly.

"Grandmaster... that guy is just too strong. If he stays in the Spirit Fighting Arena, we simply won't stand a chance against him..."

He rose to his feet and clasped his hands behind his back.

Glancing at Ma Hongjun beside him, Yu Xiaogang continued angrily.

"What disappoints me... isn't that you can't defeat him! It's the dispirited state you're in!"

Walking to the window and looking at the bustling street, Yu Xiaogang reminded them sternly.

"You are all twelve-year-old Soul Elders now! Even across the entire continent, such talent is among the very best! As long as you work hard enough, you will absolutely become Title Douluo in the future!"

At the words "Title Douluo," desire appeared in Tang San's eyes!

A desire for power! He slowly raised his left hand.

At that moment, he seemed to remember something, and confidence reappeared on his face.

That's right! I still have another Martial Soul I haven't used!

If today had been a battle to the death, and I had used every trump card I possessed, even if I couldn't defeat him, I could definitely have fought him to a draw!

His five left fingers clenched into a fist. The gloom in his heart vanished, and his blood began to boil once more!

"Teacher is right! Losing to him now doesn't mean we'll lose to him in the future! As long as we work hard enough, we'll definitely defeat him someday!"

As he spoke, Tang San extended his right hand into the air.

The other Shrek members were also infected by his positive attitude. One after another, they extended their right hands and stacked them atop his.

"Shrek will win!" Smiles returned to the faces of the Shrek group, completely replacing their earlier dejection.

The next morning, Zijun and the two girls registered for the team competition at the Great Soul Arena's front desk.

At first, the staff refused. Only after he produced the Purple Gold Soul Fighting Badge did the employee properly process it for him.

He had earned that Purple Gold Soul Fighting Badge over the past half month. Now, only a few days remained until the one-month deadline.

He still needed two more ranks to complete the system's mission reward.

"Say, Xiao Jun, why are you still signing up for team battles?"

Qian Renxue, who was holding Zijun's right arm, asked curiously.

Zijun glanced at the two girls, shrugged, and replied.

"The Continental Advanced Academy Elite Tournament will begin soon. We can treat this as getting used to the atmosphere of competition in advance."

Hearing about the Advanced Academy Elite Tournament, Gu Yuena voiced her doubts.

"What kind of competition is that? Is it a contest between academies?"

"That's right!" After answering the two girls, Zijun led them to the lounge to await the match.

"I heard that a Soul Elder with Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings has appeared at the Suotuo City Spirit Fighting Arena. Go and recruit him on my behalf..."

Within Spirit Hall's main hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo cupped his hands in salute, then withdrew...

At the same time, news of a genius with Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings appearing in Suotuo City also reached the ears of other factions.

The major powers had now begun secretly dispatching people to Suotuo City...