Easy Victory

"BOOM--!"

The moment his First-Word Battle Armor manifested, Ji Jing stomped down hard. Amplified by his extreme dual-fire essence and the armor, his soul power erupted into a terrifying pressure, sweeping toward the Zhengtian Academy side like a tsunami!

"THUD! THUD!"

The four Soul Ancestor members of Zhengtian Academy bore the brunt of the impact, failing to hold their ground for even a single second.

Their legs turned to jelly before they could even fully release their martial souls; they simply rolled their eyes back and collapsed into unconsciousness.

"What... what kind of pressure is this?!"

Tang Xiaolei's face turned deathly pale, the Purple Brilliance Bow in his hands trembling uncontrollably. He felt as though he were facing not a Soul Ancestor, but a Soul Saint—or perhaps someone even stronger!

Ye Wuqing and Yu Mengdi were faring no better. Both pushed their soul power to the limit, veins bulging on their foreheads as they desperately braced themselves against the crushing weight of the battle armor.

"Don't give up! Use your strongest soul skills!"

Ye Wuqing roared. His five soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—blazed with light. Countless golden leaves transformed into a sky-filling storm, shrieking through the air as they swirled toward Ji Jing.

Yu Mengdi let out a sharp cry as well. Her angel wings unfurled, condensing holy radiance into a massive blade of sacred light that struck down with ferocious force.

Tang Xiaolei gritted his teeth, pulled the Purple Brilliance Bow to its limit, and loosed an arrow.

Facing the full-force combined strike of three Soul Kings, Ji Jing didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't use a single soul skill; he simply stepped forward, walking straight into the heart of their onslaught.

Swish!

Ji Jing's figure vanished from his original spot, his speed surpassing the limits of human vision.

"Too slow."

The faint voice echoed right beside Tang Xiaolei's ear.

Tang Xiaolei's pupils constricted. Before he could react, a fist encased in gold-red battle armor had already been nonchalantly pressed against his abdomen.

"POW!"

With a muffled thud, Tang Xiaolei felt an irresistible force of internal energy surge through his body, instantly severing the flow of his soul power. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped down limply as the Purple Brilliance Bow in his hand dissolved into motes of light.

One punch, and Tang Xiaolei was knocked cold!

"Xiaolei!"

Ye Wuqing's eyes were bloodshot. He manipulated the countless golden leaves to form a supreme defensive shield in front of him, attempting to block Ji Jing.

However, Ji Jing simply threw another punch.

The divine metal gauntlet wasn't even wreathed in flames; relying solely on raw physical strength and the amplification of the battle armor, he shattered the seemingly indestructible golden leaf shield with a single blow!

CRACK!

Watching the fist rapidly enlarge in his vision, Ye Wuqing felt nothing but despair.

"THUD!"

The fist landed precisely on Ye Wuqing's chest.

The terrifying force lifted him off the ground, instantly robbing him of consciousness. He closed his eyes and fell into a stupor mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Another punch, and Ye Wuqing was knocked cold!

In the blink of an eye, two of the three Soul Kings were gone.

The last remaining member, Yu Mengdi, turned deathly pale as she watched the gold-red God of War walking toward her step by step. Her holy angel martial soul felt like a joke in this moment.

Ji Jing looked at her, but instead of using his fist, he brought his left hand together into a palm and lightly swiped toward her shoulder.

Yu Mengdi instinctively tried to block with her sword of sacred light.

But the gold-red palm seemed to pierce through the void, landing on her shoulder before her sword could even descend.

"SLAP!"

A burst of force erupted, sending her flying off the Soul Fighting Arena like a kite with a broken string.

With that, the entire Zhengtian Academy team was wiped out.

Ji Jing withdrew his hand, and the gold-red First-Word Battle Armor on his body receded like a receding tide.

"This match, Shrek Academy, wins!"

The referee swallowed hard before announcing the result.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence, followed immediately by a deafening roar of astonishment.

The red-haired youth in the gold-red metal armor had knocked out four Soul Ancestors simply by releasing his terrifying pressure.

Then, he had disposed of the three proud Soul Kings of Zhengtian Academy as if he were swatting flies.

"What... what exactly was that?!"

High in the spectator stands, the Emperor of the Star Luo Empire stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.

As a ruler of a nation, he was well-traveled and knowledgeable, yet no matter how he searched through his memories, he could not identify the gold-red armor Ji Jing wore as any type of Soul Tool he had ever known.

"Your Majesty, that is certainly no ordinary Soul Tool."

Beside them, the Nation-Protecting Douluo of the Star Luo Empire wore an expression of extreme gravity.

"The moment it possessed him, that boy's soul power fluctuations surged exponentially!"

Meanwhile, in the waiting area of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt as though it might drip water.

Elder Ma, who was leading the team, was pressed firmly against the floor-to-ceiling window.

His eyes, weathered by the passage of time, were now widened to the point of splitting.

"This is impossible... this defies the fundamental logic of Soul Tools!"

Elder Ma's heavy breathing stirred a patch of white mist upon the crystal.

As a veteran soul engineer of the Sun Moon Empire, he had spent his entire life dealing with metals and core arrays.

"How could Shrek possibly have developed such a Soul Tool?!"

In this moment, the worldview of soul engineering technology that Elder Ma had believed to be thousands of years ahead of the rest of the Douluo Continent was thoroughly shattered by Ji Jing.

At the same time, in the Shrek Academy waiting area.

Although everyone had heard Ji Jing speak of the power of Battle Armor, when truly faced with this epoch-making First-Word Battle Armor, they were still stunned into silence.

Xiao Xiao stood at the very front, her beautiful, large eyes shimmering with brilliance.

Quietly undergoing the Eight Trials of Goodness, she felt an incomparable yearning for the power of Battle Armor.

Wang Dong watched Ji Jing walk down from the stage, her large, powder-blue eyes rippling with light, her pretty face filled with undisguised pride and sweetness.

This was the man she had set her heart on.

Without the need for soul skills or flashy tricks, merely standing there was enough to make the masses bow their heads.

She did not care what kind of shocking Soul Tool it was; she only knew that it was her Ji Jing, the man who had promised to cook for her for the rest of his life.

Ji Jing walked back to the waiting area with his hands in his pockets.

He walked straight to Wang Dong's side and raised an eyebrow:

"What are you spacing out for? Let's go, back to the hotel."

Wang Dong snapped out of it, her face full of feigned arrogance as she huffed:

"Hmph, in consideration of the fact that you were actually a bit handsome just now, I'll let you off today. Come on, come on, you have to properly guard me back at the dormitory; I need to absorb another piece of Battle Armor!"

As she spoke, Wang Dong hooked her arm around Ji Jing's neck with her usual intimacy, and the two walked off in front with their arms around each other, completely acting as if they had forgotten there were others behind them.

Seeing this scene from behind, Dai Yueheng's face darkened; he stealthily scratched his butt and muttered to himself:

"If I want Battle Armor, does that mean I have to... oh, this is bad..."