Feng Piaoling vs. Dai Huabin

Black hair, heterochromatic eyes, and a scorching figure that seemed entirely at odds with her age.

"Isn't that the playboy's companion?"

Wang Dong'er recognized Zhu Lu at a glance.

At this moment, Zhu Lu's expression was deeply desolate. Upon noticing someone watching her, she looked toward Wang Dong'er.

Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, a sense of guilt welled up in Wang Dong'er for no reason, for from beginning to end, the other girl had been the victim.

"I'm sorry," Wang Dong'er said softly.

Wang Dong'er's apology left Zhu Lu stunned. The resentment she felt toward Wang Dong'er vanished in an instant, and she shook her head, saying:

"This has nothing to do with you. Because of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, I was betrothed to him from a young age. Perhaps, from the very beginning, this was a wrong choice."

As fellow possessors of the Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul, Zhu Lu's personality was somewhat similar to that of Zhu Zhuqing from ten thousand years ago.

It was only because the imperial struggles were gone that her personality seemed less cold and less hardened.

But in terms of being unable to resist fate, they were almost identical.

Regardless of whether she was willing deep down, if the family decided who she was to marry, she was the type who dared not resist.

Now that Dai Huabin had taken a liking to Wang Dong'er and cast her, his fiancée, aside, even if Zhu Lu felt angry, she still dared not speak out against the marriage, let alone scold Dai Huabin.

Because when this playboy flew into a rage, he was truly capable of laying hands on her.

As the two spoke, a referee teacher in his fifties stepped onto the competition stage.

He looked at the gloomy-faced Dai Huabin, then at the calm and indifferent Feng Piaoling, and said in a deep voice:

"First-year student Dai Huabin, you challenge first-year student Feng Piaoling. If Dai Huabin loses the match, he must pay one Soul Ascension Pill. Are you both ready?"

The referee did not mention that if Feng Piaoling lost, he would be expelled, because Shrek Academy would never let a genius like him leave.

In all likelihood, the academy would step in to appease Dai Huabin, then keep Feng Piaoling at the academy, leaving him feeling deeply indebted.

This was the standard routine of Shrek Academy.

Feng Piaoling and Dai Huabin nodded to the referee simultaneously.

"The match begins." At the referee's command, the two released their Martial Souls at the same time.

In that instant, the previously noisy Soul Fighting Arena fell silent, and everyone watched the two on the field without blinking.

A layer of intense, pale white light suddenly erupted from Dai Huabin. He stretched his arms to the sides, his muscles swelling rapidly, his arms doubling in size to become tiger claws tipped with sharp blades. His hair turned largely white, and a "King" character pattern appeared on his forehead.

Beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple soul rings rose in succession, drifting upward. As the soul rings circulated, surging soul power poured out like a tidal wave of pressure.

Compared to Dai Huabin's flashy transformation, Feng Piaoling's body showed no changes at all, and not even a trace of soul power leaked from his skin. Only three soul rings—yellow, purple, and purple—slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Seeing Dai Huabin's Martial Soul and Feng Piaoling's soul rings, the entire arena immediately erupted into a commotion.

"Is that the legendary White Tiger Martial Soul?"

"I heard this Dai Huabin is a descendant of Dai Mubai, the leader of the original Shrek Seven Devils, but I wonder if he can defeat Feng Piaoling, who possesses two thousand-year soul rings."

"It's hard to say. Although Feng Piaoling has two thousand-year soul rings and his soul power seems higher, a Martial Soul like a Talisman is just like Blue Silver Grass; so far, very few have managed to cultivate it successfully..."

Before the fight had even begun, a flurry of discussion echoed throughout the arena.

Dai Huabin's lips curled into a smug arc. No sooner had he completed his Martial Soul Possession than his first soul ring lit up, forming a white barrier of light. At the same time, he swung his two tiger claws and charged wildly toward Feng Piaoling.

Feng Piaoling's expression remained unchanged, a trace of mockery flashing in his heart. His first soul ring flickered continuously, and unhurriedly, he reached out to produce a thick stack of talismans—at least thirty or forty of them.

Red light flickered in his eyes as he looked at the charging Dai Huabin. Under the observation of his Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye, the opponent's White Tiger Protection Barrier was riddled with flaws.

Feng Piaoling couldn't be bothered to tangle with him; he rubbed his hands together and then flung them upward.

Amidst a flash of red light, thirty or forty basketball-sized fireballs shot out from his hands in a swarm, raining down densely upon the Dai Huabin opposite him.

"Ah!" Seeing such a vast number of fireballs, the entire audience let out a gasp almost in unison.

The referee teacher was no different. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but in this move from Feng Piaoling, he actually saw shadows of the fifth soul skill, Phoenix Meteor Shower, belonging to the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul of Ma Xiaotao, one of the current Shrek Seven Devils who had already reached the Soul Emperor realm.

By now, Dai Huabin had charged halfway, less than five meters from Feng Piaoling. He was just about to leap up and swat him away when suddenly, a brilliant red light exploded before his eyes, followed by dozens of fireballs striking his white barrier simultaneously.

In a series of rumbling explosions, Dai Huabin was blinded. His White Tiger Protection Barrier lasted only a split second before shattering painfully.

Seeing the terrifying, scorching fireballs about to surge forward and engulf him, this playboy from the White Tiger Duke's household, despite having been carefully cultivated by his family elders since childhood, had never experienced such a life-or-death crisis.

"No, I'm not fighting! I'm not fighting! I concede..."

His face turned pale, and in sheer terror, he turned to flee.

But at this critical juncture, Dai Huabin suddenly felt his neck tighten. His body was jerked upward, and he was lifted straight into mid-air.

The fireballs swept past beneath him, and wherever they passed, flames soared into the sky. A mushroom cloud of fire, seven or eight zhang high, rose rapidly from the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Dai Huabin looked back, still shaken, to see the fifty-year-old referee teacher gripping the back of his collar with one hand.

Behind the teacher, a pair of cyan wings flapped slowly, and his soul ring configuration was two yellow, two purple, and three black. Clearly, he was a Soul Saint of the Agility Attack System with a flight-type Martial Soul.

The referee teacher looked at the mushroom cloud of fire ahead, his own mouth twitching uncontrollably.

The kid before his eyes had completely shattered his understanding of the Talisman Martial Soul.

A mere first soul skill, even if the soul ring's age was significantly higher than those of other soul masters at the same level, should not possess such power.

In terms of attack range alone, this was already comparable to the ten-thousand-year soul skills released by powerful martial souls.

Never mind a mere Soul Elder like Dai Huabin; even some non-defense type Soul Kings would likely find this difficult to withstand.

At this thought, his gaze toward Feng Piaoling held a few more traces of undisguised approval, and he announced in a clear, resonant voice: "Feng Piaoling is the victor."