Is a Soul Sage Really That Impressive? Ye Qing: I'll Just Smile

"Imperial Fighting Team wins this match!"

The referee's voice echoed through the Soul Fighting Arena.

The entire venue erupted.

"Emperor Team! Emperor Team!"

Cheers, screams, and whistles merged into a massive wave, shaking the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

The audience waved their arms wildly.

In the center of the arena, the Imperial Fighting Team's flag fluttered in the wind.

On the other side of the field, there was a scene of utter chaos.

Tang San knelt on the ground, his face as pale as paper, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The Jade Phosphorus Mixed Poison spread along his meridians.

Dark blue veins of poison climbed from his neck down to his jaw, making him sway precariously.

Xiao Wu, who was outside the arena, was curled up on the ground, clutching her ribs, breathing rapidly and heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Dai Mubai knelt on the ground, poisonous markings spreading all over his body, his tiger eyes bloodshot, yet he was powerless to stand up.

The mighty Evil-Eyed White Tiger was now so disheveled that he couldn't even bear to look at himself.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun slumped to the side, while Li Wen lay sprawled on the ground.

This is not a competition.

This was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Spectator area.

Flender's face had turned ashen.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Beside him, Yu Xiaogang's face was ashen, his lips pressed into a straight line, and he remained silent.

Flender stared intently at the horrific state of his students on the field, his chest heaving violently.

Tang San's poisoning has not yet been cured.

Xiao Wu injured her ribs.

Dai Mubai's poisonous markings spread.

The others couldn't even stand up straight.

Meanwhile, the group of kids on the other side were standing in the center of the arena, receiving thunderous cheers from the crowd.

Flender's teeth were grinding together.

"Flender," Yu Xiaogang called out softly.

There was no response.

Flender suddenly stood up.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body without warning.

The Soul Power of Soul Sage of over seventy levels erupted like a volcano, surging and rushing in all directions!

He leaped directly from the spectator area, his feet landing heavily on the field, creating two spiderweb-like cracks.

Then, he strode quickly towards the center of the field.

The pressure from the Soul Sage level was like a tangible hurricane, sweeping outwards from Flender's center.

The cheers from the audience were cut off.

Thousands of people fell silent at the same time.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena was completely silent.

Everyone felt the terrifying pressure emanating from the Soul Sage of over seventy levels.

Ordinary viewers only felt a tightness in their chest and difficulty breathing.

Those who were closer and had lower cultivation levels even slumped into their seats.

The team that would be most affected was the Imperial Fighting Team in the center of the arena.

The Shi Mo and Shi Mo brothers' expressions changed drastically.

The two instinctively released their Martial Soul, Black Tortoise appeared on their bodies, but it still teetered on the brink of collapse in the face of this oppressive force.

Osler took half a step back.

The aura of the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul surged within him, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Yu Feng's body swayed violently in mid-air. The Wind Bell Bird flapped its wings several times before barely managing to steady itself, almost falling headfirst to the ground.

Ye Lingling's face was deathly pale, the petals of the Nine-Heart Begonia trembled slightly in her palm, and her slender body swayed unsteadily.

Ning Rongrong fared even worse.

The light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda visibly dimmed a little.

Her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground.

I only managed to stay upright by gritting my teeth.

Flender's goal was clear.

He walked across the field and went straight to Dugu Yan.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

His gaze was icy.

Dugu Yan had to look up to see his face.

This middle-aged man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was exuding an aura of overwhelming power that was almost suffocating.

"Immediately detoxify my student."

Flender's voice was deep and oppressive, each word hitting Dugu Yan like a hammer blow.

"Otherwise--"

He didn't finish his sentence.

There's no need to finish.

The overwhelming pressure from Soul Sage of over seventy levels had already made everything clear for him.

This is blatant bullying of the weak by the strong.

A Soul Sage- level academy dean unleashed his full power of pressure on a group of teenagers.

If this gets out, it will be despicable.

But Flender couldn't care less about that at the moment.

His students are still being poisoned, still bleeding, still suffering.

He had only one thing on his mind: detoxification.

Dugu Yan's expression changed slightly.

The Soul Sage's oppressive aura pressed down on her.

The scales of the Jade Phosphorus Poison Body appear and disappear slightly on the skin's surface, trembling repeatedly.

Her body was trembling, and her lips were pale.

But she didn't back down, not even a single step.

Dugu Yan gritted her teeth and stubbornly raised her head to meet Flender's gaze.

There was no fear in those beautiful eyes, only defiance.

This girl's bones are harder than the scales of the Green Phosphorus Flood Dragon.

A standoff could erupt at any moment.

VIP private room.

"Bang!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin suddenly stood up.

His aura rose to a terrifying level.

The sword intent, at the level of Titled Douluo, was like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath, causing the teacups in the private room to vibrate and hum.

His gaze pierced through the window of the private room, fixed intently on the competition field.

Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was currently being oppressed by Flender's aura, her face pale, her legs weak, and she was swaying precariously.

"Charm."

Chen Xin's voice was so cold it could freeze.

"I can't stand by and watch Ning Rongrong get bullied by a Soul Sage outside."

"Don't move."

Ning Fengzhi the teacup with unwavering firmness, and with his other hand, he calmly and slowly blocked Chen Xin's path.

Chen Xin frowned. "Feng Zhi, Ning Rongrong, she..."

I saw it.

Ning Fengzhi's tone was surprisingly calm. "But we don't need to take action."

"What?"

Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup and took a sip. His gaze passed over the window and landed on a figure moving in the arena.

A slight smile played on his lips, "Look, someone moved before us."

Chen Xin followed his gaze.

On the bench of the Imperial Fighting Team, a young man was slowly standing up.

Ye Qing got up from the bench and jumped onto the ring.

Almost all eyes in the room were focused on him at the same time.

Flender's Soul Sage aura was still raging.

The air in the stadium was incredibly tense.

Everyone was waiting to see if Dugu Yan would give in.

Ye Qing walked off the bench at a leisurely pace.

He walked past the Shi Mo.

Shi Mo immediately felt the oppressive force pressing down on him lessen.

He passed by Ye Lingling, turning his head to give her a reassuring look.

Ye Lingling loosened her grip slightly.

He passed by Ning Rongrong and casually patted her shoulder lightly.

Ning Rongrong's swaying figure steadied itself instantly.

"Brother Ye Qing..."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Ye Qing returned a reassuring look.

He walked straight up to Dugu Yan and stood between her and Flender.

This is what the more than 10,000 audience members are seeing at this moment.

A young man, tall and handsome, stood unhurriedly in front of a Soul Sage, his hands in his pockets.

The terrifying pressure from Flender's Soul Sage level surged like a tidal wave, crashing down on him.

However, Ye Qing remained completely still.

He even calmly raised his head to meet Flender's gaze.

Those eyes were almost too calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved into a faint, indifferent smile.

It was as if the pressure pressing down on him wasn't the full force of a level 70 Soul Sage, but rather a gentle breeze.

The entire audience gasped.

Flender's pupils contracted slightly.

How is that possible?

This kid's Soul Power is clearly far below the Soul Sage level, so how could he remain so calm and composed under his full-force pressure?

"Dean Flender of the Shrek Academy."

Ye Qing spoke.

"Your student's poison can be cured."

"But I advise you to tone down your arrogance and speak properly."

Flender's eyebrows twitched, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes. "You...!"

Ye Qing raised her hand to interrupt him.

The hand was raised so casually, yet Flender swallowed back what he was about to say.

Because beneath Ye Qing's calm gaze lay a layer of coldness.

"Your student lost the match, that's a fact."

"You, a Soul Sage of over level 70, come to the arena and unleash your aura on a group of teenagers."

"Dean Flender, do you think Soul Sage are so amazing?"

"!!!"

Flender's expression changed.

Ye Qing wasn't in a hurry when he saw that Flender didn't speak.

"Moreover, some people are not ones that a mere Soul Sage can afford to offend."

The last sentence wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Flender's ears.