Mountain Dragon King? I've Even Beaten the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings! You Can't Even Control Your Martial Soul-How Do You Expect to Beat Me?

The surging aura in front of Bai Yuan unfolded like a silent boundary before Long Yue.

Long Yue's steps suddenly stopped.

The moment he sensed that aura, the blood of the Mountain Dragon King within him seemed to be ignited by something deeper, surging and boiling rapidly, surprising even himself.

He took a half step back, not out of fear, but out of instinctive defense.

The aura emanating from the Mountain Dragon King alerted him to danger.

The two men unleashed their power simultaneously at that moment, like two completely different forces colliding silently in the center of the arena.

The air in the entire arena seemed to tighten up.

The medical Soul Master in the distance even held their breath, and no one dared to approach rashly.

That's enough.

An aged yet steady voice came from the edge of the arena.

En Ci stood not far away, her gaze calm yet carrying an undeniable weight.

"Stop."

"If this continues, it will really be embarrassing."

He raised his hand, and a vast, ocean-like barrier of Soul Power unfolded between the two of them.

The light-attribute Soul Power flowed slowly within the barrier, seeping towards Long Yue's direction.

Like a layer of warmth settling in, it slowly spread along his tense body.

The crimson hue in Long Yue's eyes slowly faded under the soothing power, and his restless aura subsided.

He didn't take that next step forward; he simply slowly loosened his fist, lowered his arm, and turned to walk towards the rest area.

"Snort!"

A shout came from below the arena behind them.

Zhuo Shi's gaze fell directly on Saint Dragon Douluo Enci, his voice cold and stern, leaving no room for retreat.

"If the students of the Monster Academy can't even control themselves, what kind of Soul Master Tournament are they participating in?"

"If Bai Yuan hadn't been here today, I think you know better than I what would have happened to Ye Xinglan."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried exceptionally clearly in the morning light.

"The outcome was already decided, but he was almost killed on the spot by an opponent who had gone berserk."

"To do such a thing in front of hundreds of thousands of people, your Star Luo Empire must give Shrek an explanation."

He did not back down an inch in terms of momentum.

Even though his strength was inferior to En Ci's, he represented the entire Shrek Academy at this moment, so he was not afraid and had no need to back down.

He knew that over the years, the Federation and Shrek had always disliked the emerging Star Luo Empire and Monster Academy.

If they really do something reckless and try to fight Shrek, he wouldn't mind reporting it to the higher-ups, giving them a reason to take action against them!

"Haha, you flatter me."

"What are you saying, Red Dragon Douluo? How could that be!"

En Ci looked apologetic, but her tone was impeccable.

"He only wanted to check on Ye Xinglan's injuries; he had no malicious intent whatsoever."

"He is just too young and doesn't know how to express himself properly. I apologize to your esteemed institution for my failure to guide him properly."

Bai Yuan listened from the side, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Isn't this the classic "He's just a child, he doesn't understand anything" statement?

The way he took that step just now didn't look like he was checking his injuries at all.

No wonder he's the Imperial Advisor who's controlled the empire's politics for so many years; none of them are easy to deal with.

That old fox is so cunning; his words are perfectly succinct, and he'll probably give Red Dragon Douluo a way out later.

"Although it wasn't Long Yue's intention, Ye Xinglan's coma was caused by us."

After thinking for a moment, En Ci continued.

"How about this?"

"The Star Luo Empire will bear the full cost of Ye Xinglan's losses."

"The subsequent compensation will be sent to the Star Luo Hotel, ensuring the satisfaction of your students."

"Red Dragon Douluo, I wonder if this can make up for some of the shortcomings?"

Zhuo Shi remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded slightly.

After all, it's their home turf; there's no need to completely ruin things.

They have shown enough En Ci and sincerity.

Since Ye Xinglan wasn't truly injured, let's handle this matter leniently.

"Alright, Holy Dragon Douluo is indeed very thoughtful."

Zhuo Shi withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to its usual composure.

The people nearby quickly chimed in:

"It's all a minor matter, Ye Xinglan is fine, everyone's happy."

Several figures surrounded her, carefully lifted Ye Xinglan onto a medical stretcher, and pushed her back towards the rest room. Xu

Ryuji stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze following the figure on the stretcher until it was pushed into the depths of the passage, before slowly turning his gaze away.

Zhuo Shi turned his head to look at Bai Yuan:

"Let's go, the competition is over for today, let's head back."

Just as Bai Yuan was about to turn around, a voice came from the direction of the Monster Academy, drowning out the fading echoes from the stands:

"Bai Yuan!"

Long Yue stood at the edge of the rest area, his gaze piercing through the morning light and landing on him.

En Ci's expression darkened slightly.

Heavens above!

This traitor!!!

He'd barely managed to calm things down, what was he planning to do now?

Long Yue ignored him, his voice spreading out in the morning light:

"I acknowledge your abilities."

"I hope the final won't disappoint me."

"I will personally take everything that belongs to Shrek."

The Shrek members' expressions turned grim upon hearing this.

The post-match outburst hasn't even subsided yet, and now he's making these public statements; the provocation is too obvious.

Zhuo Shi remained silent, his gaze fixed on Bai Yuan.

He couldn't interfere in the challenges between the younger generation, but he also wouldn't dictate how Bai Yuan responded.

"First,"

Bai Yuan turned to the side, his gaze calmly landing on Long Yue.

"I'm not from Shrek Academy, I'm from the Spirit Pagoda."

These words, though not harsh, caused the expressions of the Shrek teachers nearby to change slightly.

But its location is precisely where everyone's attention is focused, making it impossible to ignore.

Then he changed the subject, his voice neither too loud nor too soft.

Secondly, you can't beat me.

"You can't even control your own Martial Soul, your sanity is being devoured by madness, how do you think you can defeat me?"

He withdrew his gaze, his tone as calm as if stating something that was already a foregone conclusion.

Cherish your last moments.

"Everything you have today, your so-called Dragon King dignity, and the imperial glory you are so proud of."

He paused.

"I will take every single one of them in the individual finals."

He didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the players' tunnel.

Shrek and the others stood there, not saying a word for a moment.

Except for the initial statement, "I'm not from Shrek," which made their faces slightly flush.

What followed left them momentarily speechless, unable to find the right expression to respond.

He directly pointed out that Long Yue couldn't even control his own Martial Soul. Based on that alone, how could he possibly fight him?

Calm, composed, and requiring no superfluous gestures to emphasize any words already spoken.

As expected of the Genius Ranking, he already possesses the invincible ambition to become an unparalleled powerhouse.

Yue Zhengyu stood in the crowd, his eyes shining as he listened.

Is it even possible to talk like that?

You can do that?!

It turns out that my previous understanding of public displays of power was quite harsh.

Study!!

I quickly memorized it.

He copied the rhythm and pauses of that passage into his Remembrance.

I need to think about when I might need to use those words.