The Lewd Evil Fire Phoenix, Tang San's Fated Nemesis

Flender set down his teacup, his gaze turning profound.

"A newcomer who has been making the biggest splash at Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena these past few days."

"A genius Soul Master who appeared out of nowhere. Five one-on-one soul fights, five complete victories."

Oscar curled his lip dismissively.

"Five straight wins? That's not all that impressive, is it? Mubai could do that too. With Xiao San's strength, heh, if he really went all out, it'd be hard for him to lose even one match."

Oscar's gaze swept over Tang San. Tang San was very strong, and his cultivation was among the highest in the Soul Grandmaster bracket. It was nearly impossible for an ordinary Soul Grandmaster to defeat Tang San. Unless... Tang San had been holding back.

Flender glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a meaningful smile.

"Do you know how long he took on average in each match?"

Oscar froze. "How long?"

Flender raised three fingers.

"Three seconds?"

Oscar's eyes widened.

"No way, right? He settled the fight in three seconds?"

"To be precise, his average was under ten seconds," Flender corrected. "But his fastest match only took three seconds."

This time, even Dai Mubai's expression changed.

He possessed the highest cultivation among the Shrek Seven Devils: a thirty-seventh-level Soul Elder with the Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul.

Yet even he could not defeat an opponent of the same level in three seconds.

The Great Soul Arena was full of battle-hardened veterans. Their combat instincts were far beyond those of ordinary people.

Even geniuses like them would need to put in some effort to defeat such opponents without a cultivation advantage.

For Long Yuan to defeat his opponents at such speed proved that his strength was sufficient to crush them.

Moreover, Long Yuan possessed an extremely terrifying ability to fight opponents above his level.

At that thought, everyone's expressions grew solemn.

"Dean, what Martial Soul does he use?"

Tang San, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly asked.

A strange expression appeared on Flender's face.

"No one knows."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said."

Flender rose to his feet and walked to the window.

"He has never released his Martial Soul on the Soul Fighting Platform. No one has seen what form it takes, no one knows his Soul Ring configuration, and no one has even seen his face."

"He always wears a Black Mysterious Robe, with his hood covering his face. He leaves as soon as the match is over and never lingers."

The private room fell silent for a moment.

"Putting on airs."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly, a flicker of fighting spirit passing through his sinister eyes.

"If you ask me, he's only beaten a few rookies. Once he runs into a true expert, that little act of his won't work anymore."

"Exactly!"

Ma Hongjun echoed.

"He doesn't even release his Martial Soul. Isn't that looking down on people? If I run into him someday, I'll make him show his true colors!"

Tang San said nothing. He merely walked silently to the window, his gaze settling on the empty Soul Fighting Platform below.

Long Yuan.

Ning Rongrong's eyes went unfocused for a moment.

For some reason, that name gave her an indescribable feeling.

An inexplicable concern.

"Brother Yuan? It probably isn't him. Even if Brother Yuan can cultivate now, he couldn't possibly compare to Long Yuan."

Ning Rongrong murmured softly.

"Rongrong, why are you spacing out? Do you know that Long Yuan?"

Zhu Zhuqing wore a form-fitting black leather outfit. The snug material perfectly outlined her graceful and alluring curves. Her full chest, slender waist, rounded hips, and long straight legs all radiated a mature, cold beauty.

She walked to Ning Rongrong's side, tilted her head slightly, and looked puzzled.

"No. I just suddenly remembered someone I used to know."

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and suppressed the flutter in her heart.

"Enough, enough. Stop overthinking things."

Flender clapped his hands.

"Watch a few matches tonight. Starting tomorrow, you'll officially register."

"Dean."

Dai Mubai suddenly spoke, a defiant curve rising at the corner of his mouth.

"There's no need to wait until tomorrow."

"I'll register now."

"I'll go see whether Long Yuan has a match tonight."

"I want to meet him first."

Burning fighting spirit blazed in Dai Mubai's sinister eyes.

"You won't get the chance. Long Yuan's cultivation is only level twenty-seven, so he can only be matched against opponents below the Soul Elder rank."

Flender shook his head.

"Then let me go. I'll test his mettle first. His cultivation is even one level lower than mine, so he shouldn't be my match."

Ma Hongjun said with a grin.

His Martial Soul was the Evil Fire Phoenix, a top-tier beast Martial Soul.

At the same level, he feared no opponent. Of course, that dead freak Tang San was an exception.

As soon as Ma Hongjun finished speaking, everyone turned to look at him.

Even Xiao Wu, though she found Ma Hongjun extremely unpleasant, had to admit that he was very strong.

The evil fire of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul was exceptionally powerful. Among those of equal cultivation, few could stand against him.

What was more, that Long Yuan was a level lower than Ma Hongjun.

"Rongrong, Zhu Qing, just keep your eyes wide open and watch."

There was naturally a reason Ma Hongjun was so eager to show off after two such beautiful, single girls had joined the academy.

His gaze first fell upon Ning Rongrong's smooth, jade-like calves beneath her white dress, then involuntarily slid toward Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and rounded hips outlined by her leather clothes.

He subconsciously swallowed, unable to hide the heat in his eyes.

That Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have caught Boss Dai's eye, so he had no chance with her. But Ning Rongrong... the direct daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. It would be quite nice if he could win her over.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong frowned almost simultaneously, their faces showing displeasure.

Ning Rongrong turned her head away coldly and gave a soft snort, clearly disgusted by that kind of appraisal.

Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her brows as well. Though she had already been at Shrek Academy for several days, she still disliked these people's conduct.

At the same time.

Suotuo City Great Soul Arena, competitors' resting area.

Gu Linyuan sat on a bench in the corner, the hood of his Black Mysterious Robe still concealing his face.

The door to the resting area was pushed open, and a staff member poked his head inside.

"Mr. Long Yuan, your opponent for tonight has been confirmed."

Gu Linyuan stood up. The hem of his Black Mysterious Robe hung down like a shadow beneath the lights.

"Who?"

The staff member lowered his head to look at the roster in his hand, a trace of excitement in his voice.

"A genius from Shrek Academy."

"A level twenty-eight Soul Grandmaster, with the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul."

Gu Linyuan paused.

Ma Hongjun?

Level twenty-eight?

He raised his head slightly, revealing half his face beneath the hood as the corner of his mouth slowly curled upward.

Shrek Academy.

That legendary academy which only accepted monsters.

The Evil Fire Phoenix was a top-tier beast Martial Soul, famed for the dominance and corrosive nature of its evil fire.

At the same level, there were only a handful of Martial Souls that could surpass the Evil Fire Phoenix.

A level twenty-eight Ma Hongjun indeed deserved to be called a first-rate genius.

But he merely deserved the title.

Gu Linyuan pulled his hood back down and headed toward the door.

"This is starting to get interesting."

His voice was soft, so soft that only he himself could hear it.

"Let me see how many moves Shrek's genius... can take from me."

On the Soul Fighting Platform.

The lights blazed, and the crowd roared.

The central Soul Fighting Platform of Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena was especially lively tonight.

Because there were two highly anticipated matches tonight.

Shrek Academy's genius Ma Hongjun versus Long Yuan, the mysterious newcomer who had recently been making the biggest splash.

The spectator stands were packed, and even some nobles who rarely showed themselves had appeared in the private rooms.

"I heard Long Yuan is here again!"

"Ma Hongjun isn't weak either! The Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul is a top-tier beast Martial Soul!"

"Long Yuan is only level twenty-seven, a little lower than Ma Hongjun. This match is going to be interesting."

"Do you think Long Yuan can still take him out instantly?"

"Impossible, right? Ma Hongjun isn't like those rookies from before."

Discussions rose and fell without end, filling the entire Soul Fighting Arena with a restless atmosphere.

Inside the VIP private room.

Everyone from Shrek Academy had already taken their seats.

Flender sat in the center with a cup of tea in hand.

His gaze rested on the empty Soul Fighting Platform, his expression thoughtful.

"Dean, do you think Fatty can win?"

Oscar leaned over and asked.

Flender did not answer directly. Instead, he took a sip of tea and said slowly,

"Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix, and he is level twenty-eight. That Long Yuan is level twenty-seven."

"On paper, Ma Hongjun has the advantage."

"However."

He paused and set down his teacup.

"That Long Yuan gives me a strange feeling."

"A strange feeling?"

Oscar was taken aback.

"I can't explain it." Flender shook his head. "It's just intuition. That boy isn't as simple as he appears."

Dai Mubai leaned back in his chair, a flash of disdain passing through his sinister eyes.

"Dean, you're being too cautious. Fatty may be unreliable most of the time, but he's never been cowardly in a fight."

"At the same level, there aren't many people who can beat him."

Tang San said nothing.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked down at the Soul Fighting Platform.

For some reason, ever since he heard the name "Long Yuan," his right eyelid had been twitching nonstop.

It was not nervousness, nor was it fear.

It was an indescribable...

Wariness.

As though something was drawing near.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiao Wu moved closer and wrapped her arm around his.

"Long Yuan is out. He's strong! Stronger than I imagined!"

His gaze fell upon the competitors' passageway on the other side of the Soul Fighting Platform.

There, a black figure slowly emerged.

The moment Tang San saw him, his entire body tensed. An inexplicable streak of fighting intent and killing intent rose in his heart.

He had a premonition that this person would become his fated nemesis.

"Fatty, you've run into trouble."

"This person is someone even I might not be able to defeat."