Qian Renxue VS Tang San!

"Th-that is..."

Ma Hongjun extended a thick, stubby finger, pointing tremblingly toward the high platform on the second floor.

His legs shook uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered together, emitting a rhythmic clicking sound.

A massive, soul-deep terror instantly seized his throat.

"That is the Holy Son of the Martial Soul Hall!"

Ma Hongjun's voice cracked into a shrill, panicked shriek that exploded abruptly at the rear of the group.

The members of Shrek Academy, who had been discussing their practical training, all shuddered violently at the same time.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Flender, and the others looked in unison toward the direction Ma Hongjun was pointing.

Beside the stone bench in the second-floor lounge area.

Gu Qing was leaning casually against the wall, his slender figure appearing exceptionally striking in the dim light.

There was no trace of unnecessary emotion on his refined, handsome face.

Merely standing there with such nonchalance, the condescending pressure radiating from his entire being made the surrounding bystanders afraid to even approach him.

The moment Flender saw that face, his own face turned pitch black.

Extreme rage caused this Soul Saint-level powerhouse's chest to heave violently.

His signature shoe-shaped face twisted into a grotesque mask.

Behind his thick, black-rimmed glasses, an uncontainable, venomous light flickered.

"What a narrow road for enemies!"

Flender gritted his teeth so hard that every word seemed to be squeezed out from between them.

Dai Mubai had been severely wounded, and the last shred of Shrek Academy's dignity had been trampled into the mud.

The culprit behind all these tragedies was none other than this high-and-mighty Holy Son of the Martial Soul Hall standing right before them!

Just as the Shrek group was seething with indignation.

A staff member of the Great Soul Arena walked respectfully up to Gu Qing.

The staff member held a wooden token engraved with the character "Snow" in both hands, carefully handing it to the plain-looking young girl sitting beside Gu Qing.

The gazes of the Shrek group shifted, immediately recognizing the special token belonging to a newcomer on a winning streak.

Several of them gasped in unison.

They finally realized the truth.

The newcomer monster who had caused such a stir in the Great Soul Arena, defeating multiple level-forty Soul Ancestors in a row.

Was actually just a lackey by Gu Qing's side!

Dai Mubai's breathing immediately became heavy, and his eyes seemed ready to spew out tangible flames of rage.

The violent factors of his White Tiger martial soul roared frantically through his limbs and bones.

He could never forget how, at the Twilight Bar, Gu Qing had used nothing but a Blue Silver Grass wooden shield to shatter his pride, causing his White Tiger body to suffer internal hemorrhaging and broken bones.

He could forget even less the cold, resolute look in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes when she left.

The repeated blows had already pushed this prince of the Star Luo Empire to the brink of collapse.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists so tightly that his sharp nails mercilessly pierced his palms, and scarlet blood dripped onto the floor between his fingers.

Gu Qing, that bastard, has ruined everything for me and stripped me of all my honor.

I truly cannot defeat that unfathomable Holy Son of the Martial Soul Hall.

Dai Mubai's face looked somewhat ferocious due to extreme jealousy and hatred.

But can I not even defeat a tiny lackey by his side?

It was merely level-thirty soul power; no matter how flashy the combat techniques were, they would only be torn to shreds in the face of absolute power.

Dai Mubai stared with murderous intent at the petite, slender figure on the second floor, his mind already calculating how to snap her bones one inch at a time.

As long as he could make Gu Qing taste the pain of losing his right-hand person, he would be able to vent the suffocating rage in his chest.

Tang San, standing to the side, keenly sensed the surging killing intent radiating from Dai Mubai.

He also raised his head, locking his gaze onto the two figures on the second floor.

Tang San's obsession with hatred toward Gu Qing was no less than Dai Mubai's.

Disciples of the Tang Sect were known for protecting their own; Gu Qing had severely wounded Oscar in the street, and this blood debt had to be repaid in blood.

Tang San nodded slightly, expressing his great approval of Dai Mubai's idea.

"On the soul fighting stage, life and death are left to fate."

Tang San steadied his mind, analyzing the situation before them in a measured tone.

"Since that 'Snow' is also here to participate in the Great Soul Arena's practical combat, we can perfectly well settle things with her on the ring in a legitimate manner."

"We shall first test the true extent of her capabilities."

"Furthermore, let this Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall see clearly that we, Shrek Academy, are by no means soft persimmons for him to knead at will."

Tang San steadied his mind, analyzing the situation before him with measured calm.

Upon hearing Tang San's words, the murderous intent in Dai Mubai's heart could no longer be suppressed.

Violent blood energy surged frantically through Dai Mubai's damaged meridians.

The face of Shrek Academy had been trampled into the dirt and ground into nothingness by Gu Qing.

If he could not reclaim their reputation from this lackey by Gu Qing's side today, a layer of gloom that could never be dispelled would inevitably shroud Dai Mubai's path of cultivation.

Heavy footsteps fell upon the bluestone floor of the second-floor lounge.

With every step Dai Mubai took, the oppressive weight of his soul power grew more intense.

The corridor on the second floor was not particularly wide to begin with.

Gu Qing was leaning against the wall, while Qian Renxue held the special wooden plaque engraved with the character "Xue," preparing to head toward the waiting area for her next soul duel.

A body as sturdy as an iron tower stood squarely in the path of Gu Qing and Qian Renxue.

Dai Mubai blocked their way without a hint of courtesy, his broad shoulders sealing off the narrow passage.

The soul masters resting nearby sensed the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere, stopped their conversations, and quickly retreated to a safe distance.

Those who had spent years mingling in the Great Soul Arena knew well that a conflict of this magnitude was not something ordinary people could easily meddle in.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

A flash of impatience crossed that face, which had been rendered remarkably ordinary through a special disguise.

To conceal her true identity as the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Renxue had deliberately made her features appear coarse, even coating her skin in a layer of dark yellow powder.

Now, Qian Renxue looked like a common village girl accustomed to hard labor, devoid of her usual high-and-mighty, holy, and transcendent aura.

Dai Mubai looked down at Qian Renxue's face, scrutinizing her.

His evil, double-pupiled eyes revealed a look of extreme contempt and disgust without the slightest concealment.

As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he had seen countless women; looking at Qian Renxue's current appearance, Dai Mubai felt that even a second glance would soil his own eyes.

"And here I thought it was some remarkable new monster."

"Turns out it's just an ugly freak not even worth a second look."

"Though you're ugly, you've got some skill, using thirty levels of soul power to play little tricks and deceive people in the Great Soul Arena."

Dai Mubai crossed his arms over his chest, a sneer of mockery curling his lips.

The harsh, mocking voice rang out with piercing clarity in the quiet second-floor lounge.

Tang San stood not far away, watching the scene silently, making no move to stop Dai Mubai's provocation.

Flender, meanwhile, tightened his withered fingers, his long, horse-like face filled with anticipation, wishing Dai Mubai would strike now and cripple the lackey by Gu Qing's side.

Ma Hongjun huddled at the back of the Shrek group, his small, bean-like eyes fixed nervously on Gu Qing, fearing that Gu Qing might suddenly erupt in violence.

Hearing Dai Mubai's mockery, a sliver of chilling murderous intent flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

As a peerless genius of Martial Soul Hall, never had Qian Renxue suffered such crude and vulgar verbal insults.

However, Qian Renxue did not lash out immediately.

Seeing Qian Renxue remain silent, Dai Mubai assumed she was afraid.

The arrogance in his heart swelled exponentially.

"This young master will show some kindness today and teach you what true strength is."

"Lest you think that because you defeated a few trash Soul Ancestors, you can walk sideways through Heaven Dou City."

Dai Mubai's voice rose sharply, causing subtle ripples in the surrounding air.

As his words fell, an extremely fierce wave of soul power erupted from within his body.

The white bandages originally wrapped around Dai Mubai's chest were instantly torn into countless rags by the violent air currents.

A deafening tiger's roar echoed repeatedly through the hall.

A massive phantom of a White Tiger rapidly coalesced behind Dai Mubai.

Four dazzling soul rings spiraled up from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

The optimal soul ring configuration of two hundred and two thousand years highlighted the formidable foundation of Dai Mubai's Star Luo Royal Bloodline.

The soul power pressure of a level 42 assault-system battle Soul Ancestor bore down on the location of Gu Qing and Qian Renxue like a physical mountain.

Nearby wooden tables and chairs shattered under the impact of this pressure.

Many of the weaker spectators were forced back repeatedly, their faces turning pale.

"Gu Qing!"

"What kind of skill is it to hide behind an ugly freak?"

Dai Mubai aimed his spearhead directly at Gu Qing, who had remained silent the entire time.

His double pupils were filled with a tangle of provocation and hatred.

Dai Mubai intended to use the most brutal means to cripple Qian Renxue on the arena floor, then savor the sight of Gu Qing's perpetually calm face twisting into an expression of agonizing despair.

This was the revenge Dai Mubai had meticulously planned.

Gu Qing slowly straightened his body.

There was still not a single ripple of emotion on that refined, handsome face.

Gu Qing did not even spare a glance for Dai Mubai, who had already unleashed his White Tiger Martial Soul; he merely swept a faint look at the wood shavings by his feet.

Qian Renxue turned her head, her gaze landing on Gu Qing's profile.

No superfluous verbal communication was needed between the two.

Gu Qing gave a slight nod, a movement so subtle, yet it clearly conveyed a definitive command.

Accept the challenge.

Having received Gu Qing's permission, Qian Renxue slowly withdrew her gaze.

A smile that chilled the heart emerged on that sallow, rough-skinned face.

Qian Renxue flicked her wrist, tucking the wooden plaque engraved with the character "Xue" into her sleeve.

"I hope your bones are a little harder than your mouth."

Qian Renxue's tone was flat, as if she were stating a trivial matter.

Seeing this, the manager of the Great Soul Arena immediately arranged the highest-spec central main stage.

Two figures leaped down one after another from the second-floor lounge, landing steadily in the center of the solid arena.

Huge crystal floodlights illuminated the stage as brightly as day.

The audience in the surrounding stands erupted into a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cheer.

Everyone was anticipating this clash between a mysterious level 30 newcomer and a level 42 powerhouse with a top-tier beast martial soul.

Dai Mubai stood on one side of the arena, his entire body covered in a thick layer of white fur.

Ten sharp tiger claws glinted with a sinister, cold light under the lamps.

Dai Mubai sneered, looking down entirely on Qian Renxue standing opposite him.

In Dai Mubai's view, there was an unbridgeable chasm between level 30 and level 42.

This would be a one-sided slaughter with no suspense whatsoever.

Qian Renxue stood quietly in place, not even a trace of soul power fluctuation radiating from her body.

After the previous five high-intensity combat matches, Qian Renxue had fully adapted to the rhythm of the soul fighting arena.

The suppression method Gu Qing had set up using Millennium Banyan Bark had brought Qian Renxue's control over her own soul power to an unprecedented level of precision.

Although her sacred and inviolable Angel Martial Soul was suppressed within her body, the top-tier combat intuition it bestowed upon her had become increasingly sharp.

As the referee's flag swung down sharply.

Dai Mubai launched his attack first.

Violent level 42 soul power exploded beneath Dai Mubai's legs.

The hard bluestone slabs of the arena were forcibly crushed into two deep pits by Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai transformed into a white afterimage, rushing straight toward Qian Renxue's face with a terrifying whistle that tore through the air.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

Dai Mubai had no intention of giving Qian Renxue any chance to catch her breath.

Two soul rings lit up with dazzling radiance on Dai Mubai's body simultaneously.

A milky-white orb of light, condensed with destructive power, was spat out from Dai Mubai's mouth.

The orb expanded rapidly in the air, effectively sealing off all of Qian Renxue's retreat paths.

The audience in the stands let out a gasp of surprise.

The group from Shrek Academy wore expressions of smug satisfaction.

Flender stroked the stubble on his chin, expressing great appreciation for Dai Mubai's decisive strike.

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye tracked every movement of Qian Renxue, attempting to find a flaw.

Facing the whistling White Tiger Intense Light Wave, Qian Renxue did not move her feet even half an inch.

In those bright eyes, masked by her disguise, the rapidly expanding orb of destruction was reflected.

Just as the orb was about to touch Qian Renxue's body.

Qian Renxue moved.

An extremely simple sidestep.

Without any flashy or showy dodging techniques.

Qian Renxue merely dipped her shoulder slightly, and her entire body shifted half a foot horizontally at an angle that defied the laws of physics.

The violent White Tiger Intense Light Wave grazed right past Qian Renxue's arm.

The sphere of light slammed fiercely into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena, erupting in a blinding spray of sparks and a deafening roar.

Dai Mubai's sneer froze on his face.

Dai Mubai had not seen at all how Qian Renxue managed to evade his locked-on attack.

But his combat instincts allowed Dai Mubai to continue without the slightest hesitation.

With the momentum to tear through everything, his sharp tiger claws swept horizontally toward Qian Renxue's neck.

Qian Renxue raised one arm, which appeared somewhat slender.

A pearlescent light flickered in and out of existence in the palm of Qian Renxue's hand.

That was a sliver of pure power seeping out from her highly compressed Angel Martial Soul.