"What are the conditions?"
Yu Daoyun asked almost instinctively, eager to rid himself of the burden of this ten-thousand-year glory.
Let Ma Xiaotao and the others protect that great honor. He would be perfectly happy to take a championship by riding Xiao Hongchen's coattails.
In short, he was willing to compete.
But there was no way he'd protect that so-called ten-thousand-year glory.
That yoke was too heavy. It could lock a person in place for good.
So Yan Shaozhe said, "The selection for the main team is simple. You just have to defeat three students from the Inner Court or above, and then you can form your own team to compete. How does that sound?"
"No problem." Yu Daoyun agreed without a second thought.
Forget three opponents—even ten would be well within his abilities.
So many years had passed. Did they still think he was the little boy he'd been back then?
Yu Daoyun was already Soul Power Level 55.
Yan Shaozhe continued, "The three you choose must be Five-Ring Soul Kings who meet the requirements to compete."
Yu Daoyun raised a hand and pointed. "First, I choose Dai Yueheng."
Dai Yueheng froze.
He was a Soul Emperor. Didn't this guy know to pick an easy target?
Oh... Yu Daoyun thought he was an easy target.
Yan Shaozhe's mouth twitched. "Why not pick someone else? Other than Xiaotao, Yueheng is one of the Inner Court's finest. His Soul Power Level is 64."
Yu Daoyun shook his head, then pointed at Ma Xiaotao.
For the last opponent, he chose Chen Zifeng.
The reason was simple: he wanted to crush these opponents and prove his strength, turning everyone's assumptions on their heads.
Were Soul Emperors really that strong?
He'd knocked Dai Yueheng flat with one punch a few years ago. He could do it again now. This wasn't blind arrogance, but confidence born of strength.
Yan Shaozhe shook his head and silently stepped aside.
Since Yu Daoyun had chosen the strongest Inner Court students as his opponents, all Yan Shaozhe could do was nod and accept.
Then he turned to his disciple, Ma Xiaotao, and said, "Xiaotao, you know to go easy on him later, right?"
"Teacher, are you worried I'll hurt my junior?" Ma Xiaotao blinked her bright, captivating eyes and giggled.
Yan Shaozhe remained expressionless. "Your Evil Fire is extremely powerful, and fire counters metal. When you unleash your full strength, you have no equal. I'm worried your Evil Fire might get out of control."
"I understand!"
Ma Xiaotao giggled and strode onto the Soul Fighting Zone.
Then the Shrek Main Team selection began.
The selection was divided into two groups. One would choose the main team members, while the other was set up specifically for Yu Daoyun.
At that moment, Yu Daoyun stood on the Soul Fighting Arena, facing the wind. "I won't hold back, so don't you hold back either."
Dai Yueheng instantly summoned the Evil-Eyed White Tiger. His muscles burst through his uniform as he said in a low voice, "I lost face once six years ago. I won't embarrass myself again. I'll show you what the Evil-Eyed White Tiger is—and what a true top-tier Martial Soul looks like."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Yueheng charged. His speed wasn't particularly great, but he had locked onto his opponent. His hands turned into golden tiger claws, which he thrust toward Yu Daoyun's heart.
Yu Daoyun stepped forward, and five Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
The five black Soul Rings, tinged with faint red, appeared—and everyone was stunned.
These weren't ordinary Soul Rings. They were Blood Essence Soul Rings formed from the Golden Dragon King's essence after its seal had been broken, and their age was constantly increasing.
Look closely, and faint red could be seen on the rings.
In the next instant, Dragon Might and Dragon Qi erupted together, enveloping Yu Daoyun in a protective layer of Dragon Qi.
Under the pressure of the Dragon Might, Dai Yueheng's imposing momentum instantly faltered.
Thud!
The golden tiger claws not only failed to hurt Yu Daoyun, they couldn't even break through his protective aura.
Dai Yueheng reacted in an instant. His Fourth Soul Ring lit up, and he punched the protective aura, shouting, "Fourth Soul Skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A golden meteor shower burst out behind him and slammed into the protective aura, setting off a series of sonic booms.
Crack!
The protective aura shattered, and Dai Yueheng was delighted.
But Yu Daoyun's Second Soul Ring lit up. Fine golden scales covered his right fist as he unleashed his Soul Skill against the White Tiger Meteor Shower.
"Second Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Blast!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Meteorites collided with the golden Dragon Fist. Sonic booms rang out without pause, and Dai Yueheng was blasted backward, pain flaring in his chest.
In the next instant, Yu Daoyun appeared above him in a flash. His First Soul Ring lit up.
Golden Dragon Fist!
Dai Yueheng shouted, "First Soul Skill, White Tiger Protective Barrier!"
Boom!
The ground collapsed. Dai Yueheng was forced to raise both arms to block. The protective barrier shattered, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood.
So strong. What terrifying power.
This kid was like a raging beast.
Before he could react, Yu Daoyun's fist came at him again.
Boom, boom, boom!
A barrage of punches blurred into fist-shadows as Yu Daoyun unleashed a relentless assault on Dai Yueheng.
Dai Yueheng was beaten until he kept spitting blood. The ground rumbled beneath him, sinking deeper and deeper as if he were being pounded into the earth like a pile.
Everyone watching was dumbstruck.
Dai Yueheng, a Level 64 White Tiger Soul Emperor with the top-tier Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul, was being ground into the dirt. After only a few exchanges, he was already at a disadvantage.
Yu Daoyun was far too strong.
They were both Soul Kings—so why was the other one so exceptional?
Ma Xiaotao sensed trouble. "Teacher, is Dai Yueheng going to end up in the infirmary like he did six years ago? That would be so embarrassing."
Yan Shaozhe's expression darkened.
Why did this child always have to bring up the wrong thing? Dai Yueheng was a Soul Emperor, with the advantage in Soul Power. There was no way he'd end up in the infirmary.
But judging by the situation, Yueheng didn't seem to be a match for him.
Yu Daoyun was growing stronger and stronger. That wasn't good news for Xiaotao.
At that moment,
Dai Yueheng lay on the ground, being pummeled until he spat blood, but he still refused to concede. Instead, his blood ran hot and adrenaline surged through him.
He couldn't bring shame upon the White Tiger Duke. He couldn't bring shame upon the Descendant of the God of War.
The Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul was the strongest!
Just then, Yu Daoyun, still attacking, sensed something was wrong.
Why was this guy getting stronger?
As Yu Daoyun threw his next punch, Dai Yueheng threw one of his own, unleashing boundless Soul Power.
Boom!
Both of them staggered backward. Dai Yueheng's hand bones cracked, but he didn't care. His Fifth and Third Soul Rings lit up at the same time.
White Tiger Demon God Transformation and White Tiger Vajra Transformation activated together.
Dai Yueheng became the Evil-Eyed White Tiger. A dangerous aura radiated from his entire body, as if a demon god had descended.
He charged forward, laughing. "Again!"
His sharp tiger claws flashed. Yu Daoyun couldn't dodge in time and took a swipe. His Fourth Soul Ring lit up, releasing the Dragon King Shield.
It was an Absolute Defense Soul Skill, the strongest defensive Soul Skill.
Even against Dai Yueheng's frenzied attacks, the shield showed no sign of breaking.
Yu Daoyun then sank into deep concentration, reining in every trace of his aura as he gathered his Soul Power into his right palm.
In an instant, golden bolts of lightning flared and crisscrossed.
Yu Daoyun looked at the frenzied Evil-Eyed White Tiger and said calmly, "This ends now. Self-Created Soul Skill, Thunderclap Art!!"
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