After hearing that, Bei Bei suddenly had a bad feeling. He turned to look at Qian Duoduo beside him, hoping he would not act impulsively.
Qian Duoduo looked at Zhang Yang, took a deep breath, and spoke.
"Wait."
Upon hearing those two words, Bei Bei's suspended heart finally settled somewhat, and he could not help letting out a sigh of relief.
Good, good.
It seemed that although Qian Duoduo was angry, he still had his reason.
As long as he could think calmly, he would not make such an impulsive decision.
As expected of the vice dean of the Soul Guidance Department. Even after being provoked like this, he could still maintain the composure and calculation befitting an expert.
However, what Qian Duoduo said the next second nearly left Bei Bei dumbfounded.
"Let me ask first. What level are you?"
"Level ninety-two."
The moment he heard "level ninety-two," an unconcealable gleam flashed through Qian Duoduo's eyes.
Only level ninety-two?!
Qian Duoduo nearly failed to hold back a laugh.
That was it?
After all, he, Qian Duoduo, was a genuine level ninety-four Title Douluo!
Although there were only two levels between ninety-two and ninety-four, at the level of a Title Douluo, every single level was like a separate heaven!
The gap in Soul Power between those two levels was an insurmountable chasm!
What was more.
He was a Title Douluo who had come from Shrek Academy!
Whether it was his soul ring configuration, combat experience, or cultivation techniques, all of it was among the best on the Douluo Continent!
Fighting a level ninety-two Title Douluo who had come up through some wild, unorthodox path outside?
That was not even a fight. That was crushing a newbie!
That was a dimensionality-reduction strike!
The advantage was mine! How could I lose?!
In an instant, Qian Duoduo's mental abacus began clacking away.
He could teach this fool who did not know his limits a lesson and vent his anger, rescue the person as a matter of course, and uphold Shrek Academy's prestige.
It was simply killing three birds with one stone!
At that thought, the gloom on Qian Duoduo's face vanished completely, replaced by confidence that victory was already in his grasp.
He straightened his back, waved a broad hand, and declared boldly:
"Fine!"
"I'll play with you, then!"
"I accept this wager!"
"What?!"
Bei Bei, standing nearby, froze on the spot, completely dumbfounded.
How had things ended up like this again?
Had he not been quite composed just now? How had it jumped straight to getting on the arena in the blink of an eye?
"Dean Qian! You mustn't!"
Bei Bei hurriedly stepped forward, intending to dissuade him.
However, how could Qian Duoduo possibly listen to advice now?
Brimming with confidence, he waved his hand and cut Bei Bei off, a smile on his face that said, "Relax, I've got this."
"Bei Bei, don't worry."
"Do you not trust my strength?"
As he spoke, he turned his head again and looked at Zhang Yang with a sly gaze.
"By the way, since this is a sparring match."
"Can Soul Tools be used as well?"
Zhang Yang glanced at him, his expression still utterly unchanged.
"Of course."
Hearing that, the final stone in Qian Duoduo's heart dropped into place.
He turned around and glanced at the anxious Bei Bei again, thumping his chest hard and giving him a look that said, "Watch closely."
See?
Even Soul Tools could be used!
Now, what reason did he have to lose?
Not only was he level ninety-four against level ninety-two, he was also the vice dean of the Soul Guidance Department. The Soul Tools he carried were Shrek Academy's most advanced models!
It would be hard to lose even if he wanted to!
"Dean Qian..."
Bei Bei opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but seeing Qian Duoduo's overflowing confidence, it ultimately became nothing more than a helpless sigh.
Even with Qian Duoduo saying that, unease still lingered faintly in his heart.
But with matters having reached this point, Bei Bei could only choose to trust him.
He could only hope that, just as Dean Qian had said, he would win easily, then meet Lin Feng and resolve this matter.
A short while later.
Led by Zhang Yang, Qian Duoduo, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya—who had followed beside them without speaking much and now wore a tense expression—arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena within the academy.
This Soul Fighting Arena was built on an immense scale. Its entire structure was forged from an unknown black metal, emanating an air of grim slaughter.
"Please."
Zhang Yang's figure flashed, and he drifted lightly onto one side of the arena platform. With his hands behind his back, he appeared calm and unruffled.
Qian Duoduo pushed off with the tip of his foot and landed steadily on the other side of the platform.
"Then excuse me!"
Qian Duoduo did not waste any words. He only wanted to end this quickly!
"Boom—"
A terrifying wave of Soul Power erupted from Qian Duoduo in an instant.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!
Nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Immediately afterward, an enormous black shield appeared out of thin air before him.
It was his martial soul—the Black Dragon Shield! A top-tier defensive martial soul.
With a flick of his wrist, a massive cannon barrel emitting a faint, icy glow appeared in Qian Duoduo's hand.
Supported by his level ninety-four Soul Power and equipped with this offensive Soul Tool.
Qian Duoduo was now a mobile fortress, possessing both supreme defense and terrifying explosive power!
As Qian Duoduo finished preparing, Zhang Yang's aura abruptly changed.
"Martial soul, possess."
Accompanied by a low shout, a shrill eagle cry rang throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
The phantom of a massive black eagle emerged behind Zhang Yang.
It was a top-tier beast martial soul—the Dark Phantom Eagle!
Immediately after that.
Nine soul rings slowly rose beneath Zhang Yang's feet.
Three purple! Three black! Three red!
"H-How is this possible?!"
Bei Bei cried out in shock.
Was this soul ring configuration not exactly the same as Zhuo Shi's, the one who had defeated Yan Shaozhe?
Qian Duoduo, on the platform, was even more stunned. Looking at those three glaring red hundred-thousand-year soul rings, his heart violently twitched.
Level ninety-two?
Was this a normal level ninety-two at all?!
What kind of level ninety-two Title Douluo had three hundred-thousand-year soul rings?!
Not good!
Alarm bells blared in Qian Duoduo's heart.
He could not be allowed to strike first!
"Seventh soul skill, Black Dragon True Form!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Duoduo directly unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar.
The Black Dragon Shield swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into an enormous wall that protected him behind it.
At the same time, the Soul Tool in his hand began charging frantically, its muzzle radiating destructive light.
However, before he could pull the trigger.
Zhang Yang moved.
"Hmph."
With a cold snort.
Zhang Yang's figure instantly vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, a bolt of black lightning tore through the air.
"Eighth soul skill, Demon Eagle Sky-Ripping Claw!"
In midair, an enormous black claw that blotted out the sky appeared from nowhere.
Black demonic flames burned upon the giant claw. Carrying a terrifying aura capable of tearing apart everything, it clawed viciously at Qian Duoduo's Black Dragon True Form.
There was no flashy probing.
The moment he moved, it was a killing blow!
"BOOM—!!!"
A world-shaking explosion rang out.
"Crack!"
The instant they came into contact, cracks spread across the massive Black Dragon Shield.
Then it shattered with a roar!
"Pfft—!"
Qian Duoduo did not even have time to fire the Soul Tool cannon he had charged for so long before his entire body was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
The Soul Tool in his hand turned into a pile of scrap metal.
His body slammed heavily into the protective barrier at the edge of the platform before sliding down. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, and he could not get back up for a long while.
One move!
Just one move!
Level ninety-two had instantly defeated level ninety-four!
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