Slaying a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Alone, Shocking the Entire Arena!

At the instant the spear tip was about to collide with the Flame Lion's head, Lin Ming suddenly lowered his body.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

He slid along the ground, passing beneath the Flame Lion's belly.

At the same time, the Sky-Propping Spear shot upward.

This strike targeted not the Flame Lion's fur, but its throat.

Although the Flame Lion's abdomen was protected by thick fur, its throat was one of its few weaknesses.

Lin Ming's strike was terrifyingly precise.

"Pfft."

The sound of the spear tip piercing flesh was exceptionally clear in the silent Beast Fighting Arena.

The Flame Lion let out a shrill scream. Its massive body crashed to the ground and rolled several times, kicking up a cloud of dust.

But it was, after all, a ten-thousand-year soul beast, and its vitality was extraordinarily tenacious.

Even with its throat pierced, it did not die. Instead, the agonizing pain drove it even more frenzied.

It struggled to rise, opening its bloody maw in an attempt to launch another fireball.

How could Lin Ming give it that chance?

He dashed forward, extending his left hand.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

A massive suction force firmly seized the Flame Lion's head, preventing it from lifting its head.

At the same time, Lin Ming raised the Sky-Propping Spear high in his right hand, its tip pointed downward.

Purple light flickered in his eyes.

Purple Demon Eye, Insight!

With the enhancement of the Purple Demon Eye, the wound in the Flame Lion's throat became incomparably clear in his vision.

"It's over."

Lin Ming spoke softly.

The Sky-Propping Spear plunged down.

The spear tip precisely entered the previous wound, piercing through the Flame Lion's throat and emerging from the back of its neck.

The Flame Lion's struggles came to an abrupt stop.

Its body stiffened for a moment before crashing to the ground, never moving again.

A black ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring slowly floated from its corpse.

The Beast Fighting Arena fell deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the white-clad youth in the arena, their minds utterly blank.

He had won.

A Soul Ancestor had slain a twenty-thousand-year Flame Lion alone.

And he had won cleanly, without the slightest hesitation or wasted motion.

"Excellent!!!"

No one knew who shouted first, but thunderous applause and cheers soon resounded throughout the entire Beast Fighting Arena.

"Our class monitor is awesome!!!"

"Lin Ming! Lin Ming! Lin Ming!"

The students were so excited their faces had turned red as they clapped and shouted with all their might.

Lin Ming withdrew his Martial Soul, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and flashed a brilliant smile toward the stands.

In this battle, he had used nearly all his trump cards.

Sky-Propping Battle Intent, Sky-Propping Prohibition, Wrath of the Sky-Propping Spear, and Sky-Propping Break—the four soul skills had taken turns entering the fray.

The Thirty-Six Sky-Propping Spears had been stacked to the twenty-third spear.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, and Purple Demon Eye—the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques had all been used as well.

He had even pushed his Spear Intent to its limits.

It could be said that this was the most exhilarating battle he had fought since Xu Sanshi ambushed him last time.

"Dean Yan." Lin Ming turned toward the judges' platform, his smile dazzling. "Don't forget what you said. My scholarship."

Yan Shaozhe's mouth twitched, regret flooding his heart.

This brat had actually won.

But then again, a Soul Ancestor killing a twenty-thousand-year soul beast alone was indeed absurd enough.

Although he, the dean, had lost a bit of money, it reflected well on him.

"Don't worry, you won't be shorted." Yan Shaozhe waved a hand, then turned to the referee beside him. "Score him."

Only then did the referee come back to his senses. Looking from Lin Ming to the Flame Lion's corpse on the ground, he found himself at a loss over how to assign a score.

One hundred and fifty points for a perfect score?

How could one hundred and fifty possibly be enough for that performance?

"Dean, this score..." the referee said awkwardly, looking at Yan Shaozhe.

Yan Shaozhe considered it, then turned to Gong Changlong. "Elder Gong, what do you think?"

Gong Changlong remained silent for quite some time. Though he ached terribly over the loss of a twenty-thousand-year soul beast, he was also delighted that Shrek Academy had discovered such a genius.

He slowly said, "I have taught at the Beast Fighting Arena for over thirty years, yet I have never seen such an outstanding student."

He paused before continuing, "With the cultivation of a Soul Ancestor, he slew a twenty-thousand-year soul beast alone. His combat techniques, adaptability in battle, and use of soul skills are all first-rate."

"Such a score truly should not be constrained by full marks."

Yan Shaozhe nodded, then looked toward the other judges.

The judges exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Yan Shaozhe rose to his feet and cleared his throat.

"Following the unanimous discussion of the judging panel, student Lin Ming's assessment results are as follows,"

He deliberately drew out his words, thoroughly whetting everyone's anticipation.

"Combat performance: perfect. Soul skill use: perfect. Adaptability in battle: perfect."

"Overall evaluation: beyond full marks."

"Final score: two hundred points!"

"Whoa!"

The entire arena erupted once more.

Two hundred points!

A score no one had ever achieved since Shrek Academy's founding!

Lin Ming stood there, receiving the students' cheers and admiration. The smile on his face grew even brighter.

He turned toward Beibei beneath the platform and raised an eyebrow.

The meaning was obvious: See that, little bro? This is real strength! Can you do it?

Beibei's face had already darkened like the bottom of a pot.

He had just been smugly showing off his score of one hundred and forty-five, only for Lin Ming to turn around and score two hundred.

The difference was simply heaven and earth.

"Lin Ming!!!" Beibei shouted through gritted teeth. "Just you wait! I'll definitely surpass you!"

Lin Ming burst into laughter. "Sure, I'll wait. But Lao Bei, at your pace, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until your next life."

Beibei stamped his feet in anger and turned to leave.

He had made up his mind. Starting today, he would cultivate like his life depended on it!

Until he broke through to Soul Ancestor, he would not rest!

Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan looked at each other, both unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Those two living treasures really were...

The assessment continued.

But with Lin Ming's dazzling performance before them, everyone who took the field afterward seemed bland and unremarkable.

Even students who performed well appeared merely mediocre in the audience's eyes.

Lin Ming did not care. As soon as the assessment ended, he slipped out of the Beast Fighting Arena and found Zhang Lexuan.

"Lexuan, was I cool just now?"

Zhang Lexuan looked at him, her eyes soft as water.

She reached out and lightly flicked Lin Ming's forehead. "Cool. So cool that I want to hide you away."

Lin Ming chuckled and casually put an arm around Zhang Lexuan's shoulders. "That won't do. I still have to be a role model for Lao Bei. If I get hidden away, who will he go cry to?"

Zhang Lexuan rolled her eyes at him but did not push him away.

The two walked side by side along Shrek's tree-lined path. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting dappled patches of light and shadow across them.

"Lin Ming." Zhang Lexuan suddenly spoke.

"Mm?"

"What kind of person do you think you'll become in the future?"

Lin Ming thought for a moment before answering seriously, "Probably... someone incredibly, incredibly powerful."

"And then?"

"And then?" Lin Ming tilted his head at Zhang Lexuan, smiling like a child. "Then I'll marry you. Didn't we agree on that a long time ago?"