Beibei had been waiting for those words! A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as Soul Power erupted from his body!
Two yellow and two purple—the optimal configuration of four Soul Rings—rose from beneath his feet. Their dazzling light illuminated his handsome face, slightly twisted by fury.
A powerful dragon's might spread outward alongside crackling blue lightning!
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul!
Unable to win Tang Ya's heart and provoked further, he had cultivated with extraordinary diligence over the past few years. Coupled with his natural talent, his Soul Power had actually reached level 43!
At merely fourteen years old, such cultivation placed him among the very best in the outer courtyard, and few even in the inner courtyard could compare!
"Zichuan! Pay for what you just said!"
Beibei let out a low roar. Lightning flickered in his eyes, and his right arm instantly swelled, becoming covered in dense blue dragon scales as his fingers transformed into sharp claws.
With a piercing shriek that tore through the air and surging thunder, he clawed down at Zichuan, who still sat on the rock as though Beibei did not exist!
The fourth Soul Ring glimmered faintly. He had clearly been truly enraged, unleashing a killing move from the very start!
He wanted to defeat this bastard who dared get so close to the goddess in his heart and even dared insult Shrek Academy in the most overwhelming and humiliating manner possible! Better yet, cripple him!
Tang Ya cried out, "Beibei! Stop!" She wanted to intervene, but Beibei had struck in fury and moved too quickly for her to stop him.
Huo Yuhao's face also turned pale in fright. He could sense the terror of Beibei's attack—it was far beyond that Wind Baboon from earlier! Could Big Brother Zichuan... block it?
Faced with this sharp, domineering blow, enough to severely injure an ordinary Soul Ancestor, Zichuan did not even stand.
He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at the aggressively charging Beibei. His expression carried a mixture of boredom and faint impatience.
"If you can make me move even half an inch," Zichuan said lazily, his voice quiet yet clearly reaching everyone's ears, "I'll count it as your win."
"Arrogant!" Beibei felt more humiliated than ever before. With a roar, lightning surged brighter around his dragon claw as he viciously brought it down! He wanted to smash this arrogant bastard, rock and all, to pieces!
However, just before his claw—covered in dragon scales and wrapped in violent lightning—could touch the top of Zichuan's head.
Zichuan moved.
He simply raised his right hand.
He clenched it into a fist.
Then he threw a punch at the lightning-wreathed dragon claw descending toward him.
There was no glow of Soul Power, no Soul Rings appearing, not even much of a rush of wind.
It was merely the purest, simplest punch, containing the vast vitality pumped by two hearts and the terrifying physical strength forged by five—now six—top-tier Soul Rings.
Fist and claw met.
Crack!
An unnervingly crisp sound of shattering bones suddenly rang out!
"Ah—!!!"
Beibei's brief, miserable scream followed immediately after!
Before everyone's disbelieving eyes, Beibei's imposing right arm, covered in dragon scales and wrapped in lightning, seemed like a brittle dead branch crashing into a speeding steel chariot the instant it collided with Zichuan's fist!
The dragon scales shattered, the lightning vanished, and his entire arm bent backward at a grotesque angle! The terrifying force traveled up his arm and instantly swept through his body!
"Pff!"
Beibei spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut, at an even faster speed than before. He slammed viciously into a tree over ten meters away, cracking its trunk, then slid limply to the ground. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the spot.
His dragonized right arm, which had looked so imposing just moments ago, now hung limp at his side. It was clearly ruined.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Only Beibei's unconscious groans, along with the faint roars of ferocious beasts from the distant forest growing ever closer, reminded them that time was still passing.
The anger and contempt on Xuan Zi's face completely froze, turning into boundless shock and disbelief.
He had seen it clearly. Zichuan's punch truly had not used any Soul Power!
It had been pure physical strength! One punch had crippled a level 43 Soul Ancestor who had activated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, used Soul Power, and attacked in fury?!
How was that possible?! Was this boy's body forged from iron?! No, even iron would not be that hard!
His aged eyes, usually clouded with sleepy haze but now sharp as blades, stared fixedly at Zichuan, who still sat on the rock without even a corner of his clothes disturbed. Then he looked at Beibei, unconscious beneath the distant tree with his right arm twisted out of shape. His mind buzzed.
What kind of joke was this?!
Who was Beibei? He was the personal disciple of Mu En, master of the Sea God Pavilion; one of the designated successors to become the next-next generation master of the Sea God Pavilion; a peerless genius with the top-tier beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, who had reached level 43 at only fourteen!
He was a future pillar into whom Shrek Academy had poured its efforts and pinned its hopes! He was also a junior Xuan Zi had watched grow up and greatly admired!
Yet such a prodigy had been sent flying and gravely injured into unconsciousness by a black-haired kid who looked about Beibei's age, perhaps even younger, with one casual punch while sitting still?!
How was that possible?! Beibei's attack had been launched in fury, using both his martial soul and Soul Power. Even Xuan Zi himself, if he did not use Soul Power and relied solely on his body to take it head-on, would not dare claim he could do so this easily!
Tang Ya covered her small mouth, her beautiful eyes wide as she looked from the unconscious Beibei to Zichuan, who remained seated on the rock as calmly as if he had merely swatted away a fly. The shock in her heart was beyond measure.
She knew Zichuan was strong. Five years ago, he had been able to instantly kill an Evil Soul Master at the Soul Ancestor level. But she had never expected that, five years later, he had become this powerful!
Facing Beibei's all-out attack, he had actually... remained seated and ended it with one punch? And he seemed to... not even have used his full strength?
Huo Yuhao was even more dumbfounded, his mind completely blank. He had just been worried about Zichuan, but then... that was it? One punch?
That blue-haired young man who had looked so formidable, whose Soul Ring configuration had been so intimidating, was just gone? Just how strong was Big Brother Zichuan?
Zichuan shook out his hand as though he had merely done something insignificant. Looking at Xuan Zi, whose face was as dark as water and whose eyes burned with shock and rage, he said flatly:
"Shrek's genius? That's it?"
"Looks like Shrek not only produces students with poor judgment, but their strength is pretty watered down too."
"Misleading students? I'd say Shrek is the one truly misleading them, turning perfectly good prospects into this sort of arrogant, incompetent trash."
Xuan Zi's expression turned incomparably ugly.
Was this kid named Zichuan's body made of divine iron?!
No, that was not right! Xuan Zi abruptly fixed his gaze on Zichuan, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Such terrifying physical strength, such effortless domination... that was not something a normal teenager could possess! Unless...
"You... you're not a teenager!" Xuan Zi's voice carried suppressed fury and a hint of realization as he stared at Zichuan's excessively youthful face.
"You're an old monster from the Body Sect! You cultivated some Body Sect secret art that restores youth or preserves one's appearance, deliberately disguising yourself as a teenager to toy with juniors and bully the young with your age and experience! Isn't that right?!"
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