Swift Defeat of Dai Yueheng

"Introductions are complete."

Yan Shaozhe's voice interrupted Xia Ming's train of thought.

He looked at the six people in the arena, the corners of his mouth curling upward:

"Since some of you are unconvinced, then we shall proceed according to Shrek's rules.

Xia Ming, excluding Gongyang Mo of the support system, you may choose any one person to spar with.

If you win, you stay; if you lose, this spot will be revoked."

As his words fell, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena tightened abruptly.

Six gazes landed on Xia Ming like physical weights; shock, scrutiny, defiance, and fighting spirit intertwined in silence.

A seven-year-old Soul Grand Master—by what right could he stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them, Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors who had fought countless battles to earn their seats?

No one believed Xia Ming truly had a chance of winning.

"Senior Dai, let's have a spar."

Xia Ming, however, did not hesitate in the slightest, raising his hand to point directly at the golden-haired youth with the strongest aura among the six.

Dai Yueheng's expression shifted slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"Junior Brother Xia Ming, are you sure you want to choose me? There is still time to change your opponent."

He truly did not wish to fight Xia Ming here.

Facing a seven-year-old child, winning would not be glorious, and it would inevitably offend the other party.

If he were to lose, it would be even more humiliating!

Unlike his younger brother Dai Huabin, Dai Yueheng was a qualified heir.

He could see that Shrek Academy placed great importance on the child before him.

Moreover, the boy's talent must be terrifying; one could tell just from his Soul Power Level.

Level 26 at seven years old!

One had to know that Dai Yueheng considered his own talent to be quite good, yet he had only broken through the level 20 bottleneck at the age of nine.

Not to mention level 26—even at ten years old, he had not reached such a high Soul Power Level.

"There is no need to change opponents."

Faced with Dai Yueheng's goodwill, Xia Ming seemed indifferent.

He naturally saw through Dai Yueheng's concerns, but he did not care.

To him, it made no difference who the opponent was.

Even if he suppressed his strength to the level of a Soul Ancestor, none of the six people before him could defeat him.

Over this past year, it was not just his Soul Power that had grown.

Having his goodwill ignored, a trace of anger rose in Dai Yueheng's heart.

He prepared to teach this little junior brother a lesson; he could always mend the relationship later.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly sharpening:

"Very well, then excuse me!"

"White Tiger, Possession!"

With a low roar, brilliant golden light erupted from Dai Yueheng's body, his stature suddenly shot up, and black and white tiger stripes emerged on the surface of his skin.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings rose from beneath his feet, and a majestic wave of soul power swept across the entire arena.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

The third soul ring shone brightly, Dai Yueheng's muscles bulged, and his aura surged once more.

He exerted force with his feet, the ground trembled slightly, and he lunged toward Xia Ming like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

The wind from his fist tore through the air, emitting a low whistle.

"Well come!"

Xia Ming did not dodge or evade; he activated Martial Soul Possession, and two purple soul rings rose, shocking the others.

"What?!"

The pupils of the five people on the sidelines shrank, and gasps almost escaped their lips.

A thousand-year first ring! How could this be possible?

Dai Yueheng's forward momentum also stalled, a look of horror flashing in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by fighting spirit.

A thousand-year soul ring was indeed astonishing, but he also possessed two thousand-year soul rings.

His Soul Power Level crushed the opponent's by twenty-one levels; what was there to fear?

"First Soul Skill, Red-Gold Transformation!"

Xia Ming was wrapped in red-gold light. Facing Dai Yueheng's attack, he did not dodge or evade, but instead met fist with fist!

"Arrogant!"

Dai Yueheng snorted coldly in his heart, adding another thirty percent of force to his fist.

The moment their fists collided, his expression changed drastically.

A force as vast as a mountain surged from his opponent's fist, crushing his own fist energy as if it were dry wood and withered weeds!

"Bang—!"

A shockwave exploded outward. Dai Yueheng let out a muffled groan, stumbling back three steps, his right arm tingling with numbness.

Meanwhile, Xia Ming stood as steady as a rock, not moving a single half-step.

How is this possible?!

A stormy sea of shock surged within Dai Yueheng's heart.

He did not know that this was still Xia Ming restraining the vast majority of his strength.

Otherwise, this single punch alone would have been enough to blast him into oblivion!

Hmm, this level of power is about right. Xia Ming nodded slightly to himself.

The base strength he was currently using was roughly equivalent to the limit a top-tier beast martial soul could reach at the Soul Ancestor stage, which was already greater than Dai Yueheng's.

Combined with the fact that his Red-Gold Transformation provided a greater boost than the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, it was only logical that he could easily suppress Dai Yueheng.

I am afraid I am going to lose.

Having personally felt Xia Ming's power, this thought could not help but arise in Dai Yueheng's mind.

But he did not intend to give up yet; his second soul ring lit up.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A massive white light condensed instantly, and with a tiger's roar, a milky-white ball of light was spat out from Dai Yueheng's mouth.

Xia Ming still did not retreat.

He pulled his right fist back to his waist, red-gold light surging and gathering, before he punched out.

This punch was simple and direct, yet it seemed to carry the power to shatter mountains and split rocks!

"Boom—!"

The moment the fist collided with the ball of light, the white light shattered, dissipating into specks of light across the sky.

Xia Ming moved like lightning; taking advantage of the moment Dai Yueheng's old force was spent and his new force had yet to arise, he stepped right in front of him.

His left fist, like a hammer, struck straight at his opponent's abdomen!

If this punch landed, Dai Yueheng would be at least severely injured.

In the blink of an eye, a figure cut between the two like a phantom or mist.

Yan Shaozhe pressed one hand lightly on Xia Ming's shoulder, while his other hand gave a gentle push, sending Dai Yueheng three zhang away.

"That is enough."

Yan Shaozhe's voice was calm, yet it drew a period to this brief confrontation.

Dai Yueheng stood dazed on the spot, looking down at his slightly trembling hands with a vacant expression.

"I lost..."

Dai Yueheng's expression was somewhat bewildered.

From the moment Xia Ming shattered his White Tiger Intense Light Wave with a single punch, he understood that he had absolutely no chance of winning.

Although his fourth soul skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower, was powerful, it was an area-of-effect attack.

Facing an opponent who broke through finesse with sheer force, it was completely meaningless.

The sidelines were deathly silent.

Chen Zifeng, Xixi, Ling Luochen, Yao Haoxuan, and Gongyang Mo all wore expressions of disbelief.

Dai Yueheng's strength was far ahead of theirs, yet he couldn't even last two moves against this seven-year-old boy?

If even he was defeated like this, how long could the rest of them last against Xia Ming? Let alone defeating him.

Strength is always the most effective way to establish authority.

At this moment, no one would oppose Xia Ming joining them.

In fact, this was one of the reasons Xia Ming chose Dai Yueheng.

Easily defeating the strongest member was the only way to achieve the greatest effect in establishing authority.

Otherwise, even if he could instantly kill the others, the effect of establishing his authority would be inferior.

Yan Shaozhe's gaze swept over the group, the corners of his lips curling upward:

"Does anyone else have any objections?"

No one answered.

After a long while, Yao Haoxuan was the first to let out a bitter laugh: "Junior Brother Xia Ming, you should have told us you had this kind of strength earlier!"

"If we had known sooner, how could we possibly have opposed your joining?"

"Exactly!"

The others nodded repeatedly, deeply convinced.

"If I hadn't made a move, how would you have believed in my strength?"

Xia Ming did not display a condescending attitude, and he soon hit it off with the few people present.