Thirty-Six Gale Demon Wolf Slashes? Let Me Steal a Move!

With the Sky-Propping Spear in hand, Lin Ming gave off an incomparably sharp aura that made Feng Xiu, who had activated his Martial Soul, furrow his brows.

He could clearly sense how powerful that aura was. If he faced it head-on, he would undoubtedly be defeated beyond recognition.

Under the gaze of all the students, Lin Ming's Spirit Rings slowly emerged.

The first was yellow, causing little commotion. After all, anyone admitted to Shrek Academy would generally have a first Spirit Ring that was at least a hundred years old.

But when the second purple, thousand-year Spirit Ring appeared before everyone below the stage, cries of surprise erupted everywhere, bringing the same shock that Wang Dong's two thousand-year rings had caused in the original story.

Two thousand-year rings—even in Shrek Academy, where geniuses gathered, such a thing was nearly unheard of. At the very least, it was the first time the students below had seen it.

A third deep-purple Spirit Ring emerged, followed closely by a flicker of black light.

A ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring!

When Lin Ming's fourth ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring appeared beneath his feet, the entire venue exploded into uproar.

Those students from other classes who had heard of the legendary Class One monitor had not believed Lin Ming could be so absurdly exceptional. Now that they had seen it with their own eyes, they became his devoted fans.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor with four ten-thousand-year rings—this was no longer merely Inner Court material. This was talent worthy of guaranteed advancement to Title Douluo, perhaps even Super Douluo!

A Title Douluo was such a sacred and powerful existence, the realm pursued by every Shrek student.

"Lin Ming, Martial Soul: Sky-Propping Spear. Level forty-six assault-type battle Soul Ancestor!" After announcing his Soul Power Level, he gave the crowd below a confident smile.

The curve of his lips was just right, fully displaying his handsome features.

Sunny, handsome, and with such extraordinary talent and strength—he was practically the dream lover of every female student.

Lin Ming's smile instantly made many female students fall for him, their eyes filled with hearts. Even those who remained composed felt their hearts race and their cheeks flush.

With this move, Lin Ming's score in the hearts of the female students shot straight through the roof.

In the stands, Xuan Zi shook his head. "This kid would be suited to become Shao Zhe's—or no, Mu En's—disciple. He has exactly the same flirtatious air."

After showing off, it was time to display his strength.

This time, even Tang Ya released her Martial Soul.

Several strands of Blue Silver Grass appeared along with a single lonely yellow Spirit Ring.

At the referee's command, the battle was about to begin.

Tang Ya's first Spirit Ring lit up. "First soul skill, Entangle!"

Lin Ming nearly failed to hold back a laugh when he heard that soul skill.

Who would have thought that one of Tang Buddha Ancestor's misguided soul skills would be regarded as a sacred standard by later generations?

Several strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground and wrapped toward Feng Xiu and the other two.

Facing those strands of Blue Silver Grass, Feng Xiu did not even spare them a glance. He casually waved both hands, sending out several wind blades that severed the grass.

Lin Ming helplessly rubbed his forehead and said to Tang Ya, "Sect Master Tang, just rest over there. Leave the battle to Beibei and me."

Rather than getting angry, Tang Ya happily ran to the edge of the arena and leisurely began cracking sunflower seeds.

The students below were green with envy at the sight. They also wanted to be like Tang Ya, cling to a powerful thigh, and coast to victory.

On the arena, Lin Ming and Beibei exchanged a glance and immediately divided their tasks.

Beibei would deal with the two Soul Grandmasters, while Lin Ming would face Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu was filled with fighting spirit as he faced Lin Ming.

Though he knew this was a battle he was bound to lose, fighting a genius like Lin Ming was itself beneficial to his growth.

A silent, formless intent enveloped Lin Ming, making his entire being seem clear and tranquil.

"Spear Intent? Interesting. Lin Feng certainly didn't waste his good grandson's talent."

Xuan Zi at the side of the arena recognized Lin Ming's state at once. The intent surrounding him was precisely Spear Intent.

Lin Ming did not use any soul skill. He merely raised his spear and thrust forward.

Yet that seemingly simple strike made Feng Xiu feel immense pressure.

Without hesitation, he lit up his third Spirit Ring. A pair of azure wind wings appeared behind him and carried him into the air.

Seeing this third soul skill, the interest in Lin Ming's eyes deepened.

Holding the spear in his right hand, he extended his left hand toward Feng Xiu.

Just as Feng Xiu steadied himself in midair, a tremendous pulling force locked onto him.

A Tang Sect secret technique, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

Faced with that powerful suction, Feng Xiu could only flap his wings with all his strength.

Then, a flash of resolve crossed Feng Xiu's eyes. He beat his wings and dove toward Lin Ming.

Enhanced by wind-element power, the edges of his wings became like the sharpest guillotine blades as they slashed toward Lin Ming.

Lin Ming gripped his spear with both hands and held it horizontally before him.

The sound of metal striking metal rang out. Feng Xiu was knocked back into the air, while Lin Ming did not move an inch.

How could the physical strength of an agility-type Soul Elder compare with that of an assault-type Soul Ancestor? Not to mention that this assault-type Soul Ancestor was a monster like Lin Ming.

Yet Feng Xiu was not discouraged by his failed first strike. Instead, he grew even more excited.

He dove again, azure Soul Power and fierce winds enveloping him as they once more attached themselves to the wings on his back, turning them into steel blades that slashed downward.

"Clang!"

The two collided again, and Feng Xiu was sent flying once more.

Though Lin Ming had not taken a single step, he could clearly feel that Feng Xiu's attack this time was slightly stronger than the last. Though only slightly, the increase was undeniably real.

Lin Ming's lips curled upward. "As expected, Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes. Let me steal a move." With that thought, he began carefully comprehending each of Feng Xiu's attacks!

The reason Lin Ming called Feng Xiu's move Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes was that he was unsure how many slashes Feng Xiu could currently execute.

Lin Ming planned to remain on the defensive for now, to see how far Feng Xiu could go and, in the process, steal the technique to see whether he could gain any insight from it.

The third strike, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Feng Xiu was now drenched in sweat, but his face was filled with excitement.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..."

He silently counted in his heart.

Finally, after the thirty-fifth slash, Feng Xiu's aura reached its peak. The might he gave off was now enough to make ordinary Soul Ancestors feel inferior.

"Thirty-six!!!"

With his will behind it, Feng Xiu unleashed the thirty-sixth slash.

"Good!"

Lin Ming stopped defending and lit up his third Spirit Ring.

"Third soul skill, Sky-Propping Break!"

Carrying endless Spear Intent, Lin Ming thrust out an unstoppable spear strike.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion resounded across the arena, accompanied by a fierce blast of air.

When the aftershock finally dissipated, the outcome of the match became clear.

Lin Ming was still standing there, seemingly completely unharmed.

As for Feng Xiu, he lay in the referee's arms, his clothes already in tatters.

Though severely injured, a smile still hung on his lips.