Victory in One Move, He Flees, He Chases, He Cannot Escape Even with Wings

Ye Qing and He Mingqin exchanged glances and burst into laughter simultaneously.

"Go easy on you?" Ye Qing grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Don't worry, your senior knows his limits; I won't make you cry."

He Mingqin chuckled along:

"Little kid, if you can't take it later, just call for a stop. Don't force yourself."

Mu Tianyi smiled without responding, turned, and walked toward the arena.

The referee was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He had just finished officiating the match between Ye Qing and He Mingqin and was packing up to leave.

Hearing that someone wanted another match, he didn't show any impatience and sat back down at the referee's desk.

"Both sides, step onto the stage and report your Martial Soul and level," the referee said in a businesslike tone.

Ye Qing jumped onto the arena first with a dashing movement, though there were no spectators left below.

"Ye Qing, third year, Martial Soul Wind-Thunder Tiger, level 32 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Mu Tianyi stood opposite Ye Qing:

"Mu Tianyi, Martial Soul Bright Sacred Dragon, level 25 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing's expression shifted.

His Martial Soul was the Wind-Thunder Tiger.

Yet the kid opposite him actually possessed something called a Bright Sacred Dragon.

Although he didn't know the quality of the Bright Sacred Dragon, he knew there was definitely a significant gap between the two.

No matter how strong a tiger is, it is merely the king of beasts on the ground.

What is a dragon?

It is something that flies in the sky, an existence at the very pinnacle of the Soul Beast bloodline food chain.

The disparity in Martial Soul quality was like comparing a stray dog to a war wolf; they were simply not in the same league.

Ye Qing swallowed hard, his heart beginning to pound.

But what truly made his scalp tingle was what Mu Tianyi did next.

The boy raised his right hand, and two soul rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly circling his body.

The first ring, purple.

The second ring, purple.

Two purple rings.

Two thousand-year soul rings.

Ye Qing's brain went blank for a full three seconds.

He was fourteen years old, level 32, and after all these years of hard work, his best soul ring was only a thousand-year third soul ring.

This kid in front of him had two soul rings that were both thousand-year?

Are you kidding me?

He Mingqin's expression off-stage was even more spectacular; the features on his round face were scrunched together, looking just like a bun that had been squeezed.

"Referee..." Ye Qing spoke with difficulty, wanting to say something, but upon meeting Mu Tianyi's calm black eyes, he swallowed his words.

He suddenly realized one thing.

From start to finish, he had been played by this kid.

All that talk about "testing a new soul skill" and "would the two seniors go easy on me" was all an act.

This little brat had been plotting something malicious from the very beginning!

But it was too late for regrets.

The referee was in position, and this match was already like an arrow on the string—it had to be fired.

Ye Qing took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and released his Martial Soul.

Two yellow and one purple, three soul rings lit up.

The phantom of the Wind-Thunder Tiger emerged behind him.

Its tiger eyes were piercing, and its body was wreathed in fine cyan wind blades and flickering lightning.

In terms of soul power, he was a full major stage higher than Mu Tianyi.

In terms of soul rings, he had one more.

The advantage is mine!

"Begin!"

The referee gave the order.

Ye Qing made the first move.

The speed of a level 32 agility-type Spirit Master was certainly not slow.

Under the enhancement of his Wind-Thunder Tiger spirit, his figure transformed into a cyan-black afterimage, crossing half the arena in an instant.

With the momentum of wind and thunder, his tiger claws swiped toward Mu Tianyi's face.

He held nothing back with this strike.

It wasn't to cause injury, but rather to end the fight quickly.

He was just a kid; a little scare would surely make him surrender.

But he had guessed wrong.

Mu Tianyi didn't even dodge.

His second spirit ring lit up.

A deep purple radiance exploded from beneath his feet, instantly covering his entire body.

A layer of soft golden halo enveloped him, as if he were plated in a layer of flowing, warm sunlight.

Radiant Dragon Body.

Ye Qing's tiger claws struck the golden halo.

"Bang—"

A faint recoil force pushed his claws away. It didn't hurt, but the sensation was strange, like striking a mass of warm light where most of the force was dissipated.

Mu Tianyi, meanwhile, hadn't moved an inch.

Ye Qing's pupils constricted.

Then, he saw Mu Tianyi lift his head.

The boy's black eyes were startlingly bright beneath the golden halo, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Senior, it's my turn."

Mu Tianyi's figure vanished from before Ye Qing's eyes.

The 200% boost to strength and speed provided by Radiant Dragon Body allowed an eight-year-old child's explosive power to directly crush a fourteen-year-old agility-type Spirit Master.

Bang!

Mu Tianyi appeared at Ye Qing's side, slamming a fist into his arm.

Ye Qing felt a massive force strike him, sending him flying sideways. He rolled twice on the ground before barely managing to steady himself.

Before he could even stand up, Mu Tianyi was there again.

Golden light flickered across the arena, each appearance accompanied by a crisp, decisive strike.

Fist, palm, elbow, knee—

Mu Tianyi didn't use any spirit skills; he used only basic martial arts.

But paired with the 200% boost from Radiant Dragon Body, every hit felt as heavy as being struck by an iron hammer.

Ye Qing desperately channeled his Wind-Thunder Tiger spirit, attempting to counterattack, his tiger claws waving as wind blades flew and lightning crackled.

But the problem was...

He couldn't land a hit.

Mu Tianyi's figure was as agile as a loach, always slipping away the split second before an attack landed.

Even if one or two strikes grazed him, the layer of golden halo dissipated most of the force.

Yet every one of Mu Tianyi's strikes landed solidly, fist to flesh.

And so, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded on the arena:

A fourteen-year-old youth was being chased all over the stage by an eight-year-old child, letting out muffled grunts from time to time.

"You... don't come any closer!"

Background music from the sidelines:

"You say you're a bit hard to chase, wanting me to retreat in the face of difficulty, no need to pick the most expensive gifts, as long as..."

Ye Qing rolled away in a panic to dodge a punch, his face full of disbelief.

Mu Tianyi had no intention of listening to his pleas to stop; he kept his pace steady and gave chase once more.

Down below, He Mingqin watched in a daze, his mouth hanging open in an 'O' shape, unable to close it for a long time.

On the arena.

Mu Tianyi chased, and Ye Qing ran.

One golden shadow followed like a phantom, while one cyan-black figure fled in a sorry state.

The scene was so absurd that it hardly looked like a proper spirit duel.

Ye Qing gritted his teeth and held on for another half minute before finally giving up all resistance.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the stage, gasping for air so heavily that he lacked the strength even to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"I'm done... I concede... I concede!"

The referee glanced at Mu Tianyi.

The youth stopped in his tracks, the golden halo slowly receding, his expression calm and his breathing steady.

"Winner, Mu Tianyi."

The referee's mouth twitched slightly as he announced the result, as if he were holding back laughter.

He Mingqin's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot as he scrambled onto the stage to help Ye Qing up.

The two huddled together, whispering a few words with expressions of pure agony.

Yet, they still honestly fished their coin purses from their robes and counted out twenty Gold Soul Coin to hand over to Mu Tianyi.

Mu Tianyi took them with a grin, weighing them in his hand and listening to the crisp clinking sound.

"Thanks, seniors."

Ye Qing's mouth twitched, and He Mingqin kept his head down in silence; both of them just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Mu Tianyi didn't say anything more, tucked the coin purse into his sleeve, and turned to walk toward the exit of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Report them?

He had no such intention.

Match-fixing was an unspoken rule in the Soul Fighting Arena of every academy.

When the water is too clear, there are no fish; some things are better left ignored.

Besides...

He had already gotten what he wanted.