Battle Dai Mubai

Oscar had already caught up by this time.

His small food cart was parked right next to Flender, and he asked curiously, "Dean, what kind of talent does he have that could make you come out in person?"

Flender cast a glance at him:

"Why did you push your cart over here? Aren't you afraid of the trouble?"

Oscar scratched his head and chuckled:

"I'm afraid the students taking the test might steal my fragrant sausages."

While the two were talking, two more people walked over from a distance: a burly man built like an iron tower and a young boy.

The burly man looked to be in his fifties and stood two meters tall; from afar, he looked exactly like a walking wall.

He had short, cropped black hair and bronze-colored skin.

His physique was explosively powerful, with forearms thicker than the thighs of an average person, and his muscle definition was as distinct as if carved by a master craftsman.

Despite being extremely massive, his overall proportions were remarkably well-coordinated.

The boy beside him, however, was a different story.

He was also about eleven or twelve years old, chubby but looking quite sturdy, with skin that was very fair—fairer than most people, and even paler when compared to the burly man beside him, looking like a freshly plucked chicken.

He had short red hair, small eyes, and two thin wisps of a mustache on his lips that looked like whiskers, giving him a rather sleazy air.

"Teacher."

The red-haired boy was naturally Ma Hongjun. Seeing Xia Yan and Dai Mubai standing ready in the arena, he walked toward Flender.

"Who is this? Is he also a newcomer?"

Ma Hongjun was eleven years old this year and was also a Shrek student who had joined this year; previously, at Flender's request, he had been studying at other Soul Master Academies.

Flender nodded.

Zhao Wuji also walked over and laughed heartily:

"I knew it. You hadn't come back for so long, so someone must have arrived."

Flender had just been with Zhao Wuji and Ma Hongjun.

Seeing that Flender had been gone for so long, they guessed he must have found something.

Now, looking at the scene, it was true.

As a Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji could naturally sense the soul power fluctuations radiating from Xia Yan, and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes:

"A Soul Elder?"

"This kid is something else—a twelve-year-old Soul Elder!"

Oscar and Ma Hongjun's mouths dropped open wide enough to fit a duck egg:

"What?!"

"Huh?!"

The two thought they had misheard. A twelve-year-old Soul Elder?!

Oscar had Innate Full Soul Power, but the Food System was slow to cultivate; he was thirteen this year and at level twenty-seven.

As for Ma Hongjun, he had Innate Soul Power of level nine and was eleven years old this year, at level twenty-five!

At eleven years old and level twenty-five, this cultivation speed was already considered lightning-fast.

How could there be a twelve-year-old at level thirty?!

How is that possible?!

Even with Innate Full Soul Power, it shouldn't be this fast!

"Twelve years old and already level thirty? Isn't that too terrifying?"

Oscar's eyes widened to the size of eggs as he stared at Xia Yan's back, completely stunned.

Flender shook his head: "No, he is not twelve years old and level thirty..."

Oscar and Ma Hongjun said in unison: "Huh?"

Then, the two heard Xia Yan and Dai Mubai, who were already prepared twenty meters away.

Dai Mubai extended a hand with great poise: "Dai Mubai, fourteen years old, Martial Soul White Tiger, level thirty-four Assault System Battle Soul Elder..."

The corners of his mouth curled into an arc.

Such talent and Martial Soul had always been the capital for his pride.

Xia Yan's expression was calm: "Xia Yan, eleven years old, Martial Soul Black Tower, level thirty-five Control System Battle Soul Elder..."

" ?!"

" ?!"

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar's expressions shifted instantly, their eyelids twitching wildly.

Eleven years old and level thirty-five?!

What kind of monster is this?!

Zhao Wuji immediately punched his palm in delight: "Hahahaha, good lad!"

"This is a true monster!"

Flender was equally stunned, his heart skipping a beat. In truth, what he had intended to say earlier was that Xia Yan was not twelve years old and level thirty, but eleven years old and level thirty—an achievement never before seen on the continent.

However, Xia Yan had suddenly spoken up, declaring himself an eleven-year-old, level thirty-five Control-type Battle Soul Elder...

Reflected in his black pupils was Xia Yan's figure, and he found it hard to believe; how could such a monster exist in this world!

He had truly struck gold!

The hand Dai Mubai had extended in the air suddenly trembled slightly.

He slowly lowered his palm, discarding all his contempt and pride, he stared fixedly at Xia Yan, swallowing hard as his throat went dry.

That figure seemed to grow massive in his eyes, casting a shadow that pressed down on him until he could barely breathe.

Xia Yan had no reason to lie, and lying served no purpose.

Therefore, what Xia Yan said must be true.

Eleven years old, level thirty-five!

His level was even higher than his own powerful White Tiger martial soul!

Can I beat him? Can I? Can't I? Can I?...

Lose? Win? Lose? Win? Lose? Win...

The two outcomes flashed frantically through his mind.

Can I win?

Of course I...

"White Tiger Possession!"

Dai Mubai let out a great shout, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

Blinding pale light erupted from his body. He stretched his arms wide, the air filling his lungs expanding his chest, while his bones cracked and popped. His muscles suddenly bulged, tearing through his clothes with a ripping sound.

His golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white dominating, and a faint 'king' character pattern emerged on his forehead.

His slowly descending hands had completely transformed into tiger claws, the sharp, dagger-like talons glinting with a chilling light.

"Ahhh!!"

Two yellow and one purple Soul Ring surged outward.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Dai Mubai's momentum surged violently as he charged straight toward Xia Yan!

I can definitely win!

I can definitely win!

I am the White Tiger!

Xia Yan did not dodge or retreat, standing calmly in place as he summoned the Demon Suppressing Pagoda. His third Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, imbuing his arms with the power of light.

"Roar!!"

Dai Mubai let out a thunderous roar, crossing the ten-meter distance in an instant!

He gathered dense white energy in his mouth, aiming straight at Xia Yan's face:

"White Tiger Intense Light..."

In a flash, Xia Yan used his left hand, reinforced by the power of light, to clamp Dai Mubai's jaws shut!

Forcing them closed!

"Mmph..."

Dai Mubai's heart was suddenly gripped by a hand of pure fear, and he forcibly dissipated the white energy wave gathering in his mouth.

If the White Tiger Intense Light Wave had truly been fired, before it could scorch Xia Yan, it would have certainly burned through his own mouth first!

"Clack!!"

His sharp tiger claws slashed toward Xia Yan's arms, but the talons that could easily slice through cast iron were now as powerless as an infant's fingers, easily blocked by just one of Xia Yan's arms!

Xia Yan released him, and Dai Mubai immediately retreated ten meters.

By the time he steadied his footing, a deathly pallor had washed over his face; though only seconds had passed, his aura had withered significantly.

The White Tiger Intense Light Wave was, of course, a powerful soul skill.

Yet it possessed a fatal weakness: once the energy was condensed, it had to be released, or it would backfire upon the soul master himself.

In the past, even if the battle had ended, he could simply open his mouth and discharge the gathered energy.

But now, He had been forced to interrupt the soul skill mid-release, compelling his own body to absorb the uncontrolled energy!

"Cough, cough..."

Dai Mubai stared fixedly at Xia Yan's calm expression, feeling as though he wasn't being taken seriously at all!

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with humiliation!

Endless humiliation spread through his heart like a rising tide!

He had actually been easily crushed by an eleven-year-old soul master!

Win!

He had to win!