Du Busi, Body Forging Secret Technique

The referee opened his mouth, seemingly unable to recover from the crushing nature of this conclusion.

A few seconds later, he raised his hand with a dry, raspy voice:

"All seven members of Plant Academy are out of bounds and have lost their combat capability. Shrek Academy wins!"

The entire arena fell silent for a fleeting moment.

Immediately, applause and uproar exploded, sweeping across the stadium.

In the spectator stands, the lead teacher of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy wore a grim expression.

"He is too young. Perhaps he doesn't count for much this tournament, but by the next, he will certainly become a formidable enemy."

"Given his age, he might even be able to participate in the tournament after next. By then, who could possibly be his match?"

He thought of his sect master's grandson and granddaughter; though not yet ten years old, they had both already become Soul Elders and Level 3 Soul Engineers.

While medicinal pills played a role, their talent was truly rare in the history of the Sun Moon Empire.

Perhaps by the next tournament, they could become Soul Kings, and by the one after that, at least high-level Soul Emperors.

However, compared to this youth from Shrek, who was even younger yet possessed far more astonishing combat power, the comparison was stark.

Still, thinking of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill the two possessed, his expression improved slightly.

In the next two tournaments, if the two joined forces, they might not necessarily be inferior to Xia Ming.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Soul Emperor on the viewing platform also had his expression shift slightly: "Shrek Academy has gained yet another monster-level genius!"

However, he did not feel a great sense of threat.

The prosperity of Shrek Academy, at least for the present, was not a bad thing for the Heaven Dou Empire.

The Sun Moon Empire's intent to wage war had become increasingly obvious in recent years, and the three original nations of the Douluo Continent still needed Shrek to keep them in check.

Conversely, if Xia Ming were a genius belonging to the Sun Moon Empire, he would not be able to sleep or eat in peace.

He turned his head to look at the old man beside him: "Your Excellency, what is your take?"

The old man shook his head: "Indeed a genius, with incredibly vigorous vitality. At the same age, he might even be stronger than that disciple of mine."

However, his gaze never rested on Xia Ming, but remained fixed firmly on the lead teacher of Shrek Academy.

Just then, Mu En seemed to notice his gaze, looked up, and smiled faintly at him.

The old man remained motionless for a long time.

After a long while, he finally spoke:

"It seems we do not need to worry about the Sun Moon Empire for the time being."

"Your Excellency...?"

Hearing this, the Heavenly Soul Emperor was somewhat confused.

The old man shook his head and did not continue.

Xia Ming and the others walked off the competition stage and returned to the Shrek group.

Facing his astonishing performance, most people present wore expressions of "it was to be expected."

The reserve team already knew a portion of Xia Ming's strength; what he had just displayed was not even as much as what he had shown during their training together.

While the others in the main team certainly did not know his true strength, the reputation of Xia Ming as a genius had long since spread throughout the Inner Court.

Moreover, over the past few days, they had already learned a thing or two from the reserve team members.

Only Wu Feng and Tang Ya, who were seeing Xia Ming fight for the first time, were greatly shocked.

If I had this kind of strength, would the Tang Sect have been destroyed?

Tang Ya stared blankly at Xia Ming's figure, unable to help but think this.

In reality, based on the strength Xia Ming had just displayed, protecting the Tang Sect from being wiped out by the Iron Blood Sect would indeed have been quite easy.

After all, the Iron Blood Sect of a few years later could be almost single-handedly cleared by Tang Ya when she was just a Soul Ancestor; their strength could hardly be called formidable.

Resentment and longing coiled around her heart like poisonous vines.

Meanwhile, Wu Feng's cheeks were flushed red, her eyes drifting, wondering what she was thinking.

It was only when Xia Ming's gaze swept over that she lowered her head as if electrocuted.

"Good work." Mu En nodded gently to Xia Ming, his gaze as mild as ever.

Afterward, he turned to everyone:

"Our matches for today end here. Everyone can head back to the hotel first. If anyone wishes to watch the remaining matches, you may stay."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Once the last student had left, a figure with green hair and green eyes appeared beside Mu En as if out of thin air.

He was the very same old man who had been standing beside the Heavenly Soul Emperor—the current Sect Master of the Body Sect, the Level 98 Super Douluo, Du Busi!

"Long time no see, Busi," Mu En said gently.

However, Du Busi stared at him with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"You're actually still alive?"

"How did your injuries heal?"

"Heh."

Mu En smiled without answering, his palm flipping over to reveal a medicinal herb wreathed in misty, rosy light.

As the leaves unfurled, a rich aura of life surged forth like a tidal wave.

Du Busi's pupils shrank to pinpricks!

"This is a celestial herb. If you consume it yourself, you might have a chance to break through your bottleneck."

"If a young genius consumes it, it could at the very least create a Super Douluo."

"For real?!" Du Busi's breathing grew heavy, a terrifying, piercing light erupting from the depths of his eyes.

But the next second, he abruptly reined in all his emotions, his brows furrowing tightly:

"Mu En, what do you want from me?"

"I want your Body Sect's secret technique for body tempering."

"Impossible!" Du Busi growled, his aura suddenly turning violent.

"This is the very foundation of my Body Sect; how could I possibly hand it over to an outsider?"

"Don't even think about it, or I'll leave you with some wounds of your own, even if I have to throw my life away to do it."

"I can guarantee you that only one person will learn it," Mu En said, as if he hadn't heard the threat at all.

Suddenly, Du Busi's eyes darted around, and he probed:

"Could it be...?"

Mu En chuckled softly and shook his head: "Don't get your hopes up; it's not a child with a Body Martial Soul."

"It's the child who competed today. He is my disciple."

"Oh." Du Busi suddenly lost interest, but he still nodded and said, "That child's blood energy is indeed vigorous, and his body is ridiculously strong. If he hadn't manifested his Martial Soul today, I would have suspected he had the same one as me."

Du Busi's Martial Soul was his own body, which could arguably be called the strongest Body Martial Soul in existence.

The fact that he could exert strength approaching a level 99 Limit Douluo when he fought with his life on the line was largely due to this Martial Soul.

"Sigh—"

Suddenly, Du Busi let out a long sigh, revealing a rare trace of weariness.

"If he really were a Body Martial Soul, I would snatch him back even if it meant going to war with you Shrek lot."

"My Body Sect still hasn't found anyone capable of inheriting the Seed of Inheritance."

Speaking of this, his eyes dimmed involuntarily, but he quickly pulled himself together and said sternly:

"In any case, stop coveting my Body Sect's secret techniques."

Before the words had even faded, Du Busi vanished without a sound.

Mu En stood alone in the empty lounge, looking toward the direction where Du Busi had disappeared, and shook his head gently.