Level Suppression, Can Also Use Soul Tools, Advantage Me!

Upon hearing these words, Bei Bei suddenly had an ominous premonition and turned his head to look at Qian Duoduo, hoping he would not act impulsively.

Qian Duoduo looked at Zhang Yang, took a deep breath, and spoke.

"Wait."

Hearing these two words, the heart that had been hanging in Bei Bei's chest finally dropped a little, and he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

It seemed that although Qian Duoduo was angry, his reason was still intact.

As long as he could think calmly, he wouldn't make such an impulsive decision.

He was worthy of being the Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department; even when provoked like this, he could still maintain the composure and calculation that belonged to a powerhouse.

However, the words Qian Duoduo said in the next second nearly left Bei Bei stunned.

"Let me ask first, what level are you?"

"Level ninety-two."

Upon hearing the words "level ninety-two," a flash of undisguised brilliance instantly crossed Qian Duoduo's eyes.

Only level ninety-two?!

Qian Duoduo almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Just this?

One had to know that he, Qian Duoduo, was at the very least a genuine level ninety-four Titled Douluo!

Although there was only a two-level difference between level ninety-two and level ninety-four, at the level of Titled Douluo, each level was a world of its own!

That two-level gap in soul power was an insurmountable chasm!

What's more.

He was a Titled Douluo who had come out of Shrek Academy!

Whether it was his soul ring configuration, combat experience, or the cultivation techniques he practiced, they were all the absolute best on the Douluo Continent!

Fighting a level ninety-two Titled Douluo who came from an unconventional background?

This wasn't even a battle; this was bullying a novice!

This was a dimensional strike!

The advantage was with him! How could he lose?!

In an instant, the abacus in Qian Duoduo's heart clicked and clacked loudly.

He could teach this arrogant fellow a lesson to vent his anger, logically rescue the person, and uphold the prestige of Shrek Academy.

It was simply killing three birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, the gloom on Qian Duoduo's face was swept away, replaced by a confidence that victory was already in his grasp.

He straightened his back, waved his large hand, and said heroically:

"Fine!"

"Then I will play with you!"

"I accept this wager!"

"What?!"

Bei Bei, standing to the side, was completely stunned; he was utterly dumbfounded.

How did the situation turn out like this again?

Wasn't he quite steady just a moment ago? How did it fast-forward to stepping onto the arena in the blink of an eye?

"Dean Qian! You mustn't!"

Bei Bei hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to dissuade him.

However, how could Qian Duoduo listen to advice now?

He waved his hand confidently, interrupting Bei Bei, with a smile on his face that said, "Don't worry, I'm very steady."

"Bei Bei, don't worry."

"Do you still not trust my strength?"

As he spoke, he turned his head again, looked at Zhang Yang with a cunning glint in his eyes, and asked:

"By the way, since it's a sparring match."

"Can Soul Tools be used as well?"

Zhang Yang glanced at him, his expression still devoid of any fluctuation.

"Naturally, they can."

Hearing this, the last stone in Qian Duoduo's heart also fell to the ground.

He turned around, took one more look at the anxious Bei Bei, patted his own chest firmly, and gave Bei Bei a look that said, "Watch closely."

Look at that!

He could even use a Soul Tool!

Under these circumstances, what reason did he have to lose?

It wasn't just the level suppression of a ninety-fourth rank against a ninety-second rank; he was also the Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department, equipped with the most advanced Soul Tools Shrek Academy had to offer!

It would be harder to lose than to win!

"Dean Qian..."

Bei Bei opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing Qian Duoduo's overflowing confidence, he could only let out a helpless sigh.

Even with Qian Duoduo's words, a faint sense of unease lingered in his heart.

But since things had reached this point, Bei Bei could only choose to believe.

He just hoped that, as Dean Qian said, they could secure an easy victory, meet Lin Feng, and resolve the matter.

A moment later.

Led by Zhang Yang, Qian Duoduo, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya—who had been following along quietly and now looked visibly nervous—arrived at the academy's internal Soul Fighting Arena.

This arena was built on a grand scale, constructed entirely from an unknown black metal that exuded an aura of grim slaughter.

"Please."

Zhang Yang's figure flickered, landing lightly on one side of the arena with his hands behind his back, looking calm and unruffled.

Qian Duoduo tapped his toes against the ground and landed steadily on the opposite side.

"Then, pardon the offense!"

Qian Duoduo didn't waste any words; he wanted to end this quickly!

"BOOM--"

A terrifying wave of soul power erupted instantly from Qian Duoduo's body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Immediately after, a massive black shield appeared out of thin air in front of him.

It was his Martial Soul—the Black Dragon Shield! It was a top-tier defensive Martial Soul.

Qian Duoduo flipped his wrist, and a massive cannon barrel emitting a chilling, ghostly light appeared in his hands.

With his ninety-fourth rank soul power as support, combined with this offensive-type Soul Tool, Qian Duoduo was now a mobile fortress, possessing both the strongest defense and terrifying burst power!

Watching Qian Duoduo prepare, the aura around Zhang Yang changed abruptly.

"Martial Soul, Avatar."

Accompanying a low, sharp shout, a shrill eagle cry echoed throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

A giant black eagle phantom emerged behind Zhang Yang.

It was a top-tier beast Martial Soul—the Dark Phantom Eagle!

Following that, nine soul rings rose slowly from beneath Zhang Yang's feet.

Three purple! Three black! Three red!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Bei Bei exclaimed in shock.

How was this soul ring configuration identical to that of Zhuo Shi, who had defeated Yan Shaozhe?

On the arena, Qian Duoduo was even more stunned. Looking at those three glaring red hundred-thousand-year soul rings, his heart gave a violent twitch.

Ninety-second rank?

Was this what a normal ninety-second rank looked like?!

What kind of ninety-second rank Title Douluo possessed three hundred-thousand-year soul rings!

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang out in Qian Duoduo's mind.

He couldn't let him strike first!

"Seventh Soul Skill, Black Dragon True Form!"

Qian Duoduo didn't hesitate, immediately unleashing his Martial Soul Avatar.

The Black Dragon Shield expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into a massive city wall that shielded him behind it.

At the same time, the Soul Tool in his hands began to charge frantically, the muzzle emitting a destructive light.

However, before he could even pull the trigger.

Zhang Yang, standing opposite him, moved.

"Hmph."

A cold snort.

Zhang Yang's figure vanished from his spot in an instant.

The next moment, a streak of black lightning tore through the sky.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Demon Eagle Sky-Ripping Claw!"

High in the air, a massive black claw that blotted out the sun manifested out of thin air.

Burning with black demonic flames and carrying a terrifying aura capable of rending everything asunder, the giant claw lunged fiercely toward Qian Duoduo's Black Dragon True Form.

There were no flashy probes.

The moment he struck, it was a lethal blow!

"BOOM--!!!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar erupted.

"Crack!"

In the mere instant of contact, the massive Black Dragon Shield was covered in cracks.

Immediately following, it shattered with a thunderous crash!

"Pfft--!"

Before Qian Duoduo could even fire the Soul Tool cannon he had been charging for so long, his entire body was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

The Soul Tool in his hands crumbled into a pile of scrap metal.

His body slammed heavily against the protective barrier at the edge of the arena before sliding down, blood spraying wildly from his mouth as he struggled in vain to stand.

One move!

A single move!

A level 92 soul master had insta-killed a level 94!