The Pope, Bibi Dong

She lightly tossed the branch from her right hand. It spun gracefully through the air several times before landing in her left hand.

She caught the branch precisely, then swung it again.

The tip of the branch struck the sword light that streaked past her.

The beam of sword light suddenly split apart.

Then it exploded into fine, scattered streams of light.

At the same time, the student was knocked out of the competition area by pillars of stone that rose one after another, losing the match.

Mu Jing looked over and found that the other side's leading teacher was looking at her as well. He gave her a slight nod.

Then she saw, somewhat startled, a flash of blue light inadvertently appear in his eyes.

The next moment, that leading teacher called out to the referee that they conceded.

Mu Jing finally understood Tang Liu's intentions.

He had used four Soul Ancestors to push her to level 50.

No matter what, the other side would send out four Soul Ancestors one after another at the start, then choose to forfeit once all four had been defeated.

Because Tang Liu had long since controlled their leading teacher.

And, judging from the situation, all of their students as well.

But hadn't he been cultivating?

How had he gotten here?

For the time being, no one besides Tang Liu himself knew the answer.

In any case, Mu Jing had now reached level 50. Even if she encountered Spirit Hall's Soul Kings that afternoon, she would be able to handle them with ease.

Because the only difference between her and them had been a single Soul Ring.

But now, she could completely ignore that gap.

Afternoon arrived quickly.

Shrek's competing students gathered together, looking at Spirit Hall Academy across from them as