Return to Shrek Academy

Self-Created Soul Skill, Tyrant Sovereign Thunder Halberd.

The Tyrant Sovereign Thunder Halberd carried endless might, its lightning glowing fiercely as it crashed down like a streak of light.

"Boom!"

The two collided once more, and the violent energy scattered in all directions. Both men were severely injured, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as they stumbled backward.

Long Aotian forced himself to endure his injuries and entered the state of Unity of Heaven and Man once again. His entire body radiated a silvery-white light that grew increasingly intense, eventually condensing into white-hot flames.

"Let this final strike bring our battle to an end!" Long Aotian roared, his entire form seemingly transforming into a silver-white giant.

"Fine!"

Bei Bei shared the same sentiment. He pointed the Tyrant Sovereign Thunder Halberd directly at his opponent, his body exuding a terrifying draconic pressure.

Countless golden lightning bolts erupted around him, and rings of light swirled about his frame. The power of the Ultimate Light, infused with the force of judgment and purification, poured endlessly into the Tyrant Sovereign Thunder Halberd.

"Hah!" Long Aotian let out a thunderous shout, unleashing the fourth soul skill of his Unity of Heaven and Man state: Mad God Slash. A dark golden, heaven-shaking giant axe descended toward Bei Bei.

At this moment, Bei Bei's golden pupils flared brightly. His aura became terrifyingly oppressive, growing stronger by the second until it made one tremble in fear!

He hurled the Tyrant Sovereign Thunder Halberd in his hand. Golden lightning raged violently, and the very space where it passed seemed to distort.

The golden lightning whistled and spiraled, eventually condensing into the faint, massive phantom of a Radiant Dragon King that lunged toward Long Aotian.

Long Aotian showed no trace of fear. The giant axe formed by his arms blazed with white-hot light, intent on cleaving the phantom dragon in two.

The moment they collided, Long Aotian felt his entire body go numb. It was the effect of the golden lightning striking him, ignoring his tempered flesh and dealing him a massive blow.

Furthermore, the attribute of Ultimate Light continuously purified and eroded his soul power; the giant axe he had manifested began to dissolve and dissipate.

Yet, Long Aotian did not retreat a single step. He activated his secondary martial soul awakening, and a silver figure emerged behind him.

His power reached its peak. Without holding back, he channeled his internal soul power to unleash a strike that transcended his limits.

The phantom of the Radiant Dragon King was shattered by Long Aotian's full-force strike, but amidst the vast sea of golden lightning, a three-meter-long thunder halberd had already struck his chest, piercing straight through.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar like a collapsing mountain echoed, triggering a storm-like ripple of energy.

Violent lightning surged outward, dyeing the entire sky gold!

As the golden light faded, Long Aotian lay on the ground with a wound in his chest. A large amount of blood flowed out, but the steady rise and fall of his chest indicated he was still alive.

Not far away, Bei Bei panted lightly. Most of his soul power had been exhausted, but under the influence of the Life Gold, he was recovering rapidly.

Bei Bei walked forward slowly until he stood before Long Aotian. The platinum scale on his forehead opened slightly, revealing a jade-green vertical pupil.

The Eye of Life emitted a beam of light that fell upon Long Aotian, and the pure life force began to heal the wound on his chest.

Before long, Long Aotian had basically recovered. The scar on his chest vanished as if he had never been injured at all.

Seeing this, Bei Bei lay down to the side, feeling somewhat exhausted.

"I lost," Long Aotian said, his voice devoid of any great emotional fluctuation.

"Among our peers, you are the strongest I have encountered so far—the only one who could push me to such an extent," Bei Bei chuckled.

Long Aotian's strength was indeed formidable; it was only a pity that his martial soul was his skin. If it were his true body, he might have displayed even greater power.

Although the battle just now was intense, it still hadn't forced Bei Bei to unleash his full strength.

Moreover, as his strength continued to rise, Bei Bei would only become more terrifying, eventually leaving his opponents far behind.

"I am still not strong enough. When I return, I will certainly redouble my efforts in cultivation," Long Aotian said, his gaze resolute and unyielding, showing no signs of discouragement from his defeat.

"I shall await you anytime," Bei Bei replied with a calm smile, unbothered.

He possessed immense confidence in himself. In this era, his strength would forever surpass any genius.

He intended to use his own power to suppress this era; no one could surpass him, and no one could stand in his way.

He reached out a hand toward the sky, as if to grasp the entire world within his palm.

Bei Bei and Long Aotian did not rush to recover, instead lying there quietly, each lost in their own thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, Bei Bei felt that his soul power had recovered by more than half, and he slowly rose to his feet.

"Brother Long, I am leaving! We shall meet again in the future!" Bei Bei said with a smile.

"Mm," Long Aotian nodded, saying nothing more.

Although he only knew Bei Bei's name, he firmly believed that a person like Bei Bei would never settle for mediocrity. Within a few years, he would surely rise to fame!

As Bei Bei walked away, the figure of Du Busi slowly emerged and said to Long Aotian, "The taste of defeat is not pleasant, is it?"

Du Busi had watched the entire battle from start to finish.

Seeing Bei Bei's strength, he couldn't help but sigh that each generation of talent surpasses the last.

Not only was his martial soul powerful, but his control over his own strength was also perfect.

Whether it was his combat awareness or his mastery of mental and soul power, it was all impeccable.

In a few decades, he would surely become the next Dragon God Mu En, capable of safeguarding the peace and tranquility of the entire continent with his own strength.

"It would be a lie to say I am not disappointed. I never expected there to be such a strong opponent in this world! It seems my own cultivation is still lacking," Long Aotian said as he slowly stood up. He showed no signs of decadence; instead, his fighting spirit burned even brighter.

"Hahaha! That's right." Hearing Long Aotian's words, Du Busi laughed heartily. "The cultivation of the Body Sect is about constantly breaking through limits. Sometimes, failure is not a bad thing; it allows you to see the path ahead clearly and provides direction and motivation for your cultivation."

Long Aotian looked toward the direction where Bei Bei had departed, murmuring to himself, "Next time we meet, I will definitely give you a surprise!"

After traveling for some time, Bei Bei could finally see Shrek City in the distance.

Nearly two months had passed since Bei Bei first set out, and there was still one month left until the freshman tournament for his year.

This trip could be described as a fruitful one, and Bei Bei was somewhat impatient to return to the academy.

Upon returning to the academy, Bei Bei first greeted the teachers of the Martial Soul Department.

After finding Mu En, Bei Bei briefly recounted the events that had occurred during his time away.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to run into that fellow Du Busi." Elder Mu chuckled. "That guy has a strange personality and has always been headstrong and willful; it is surprising he didn't give you a hard time."