An Impossible Soul Ring Ratio

"Next up, Tang San from Shrek Academy versus Phainon from Amphoreus Academy!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, a wave of discussion erupted from the stands.

Many people had never even heard of Amphoreus Academy.

In the spectator area, Wang Sheng abruptly stood up from his seat.

"Tang San? How did that guy end up here?"

Jiang Zhu looked at him with curiosity. "You know him?"

Wang Sheng scratched his head. "He was my classmate in Dorm Seven back at Notting Academy. His talent was terrifying; he knocked me flat the moment he enrolled."

Jing Ling frowned upon hearing this. "Is he very strong?"

Wang Sheng nodded. "Extremely strong. Even though his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, his combat style is completely different from anyone else's. Back then, he was only level ten and he still pinned me to the ground."

"The surname Tang..."

Bai Chenxiang looked thoughtful.

Ignoring the discussion among the others beside him, Ye Qiong sat in his seat with a very calm expression. He beckoned to Phainon.

"Phainon, come here."

Phainon walked up to him.

Ye Qiong lowered his voice and said, "Tang San is someone whose Martial Soul isn't his only means of attack; he also uses something called Hidden Weapons."

Phainon blinked. "Hidden Weapons?"

Ye Qiong nodded. "They are small mechanisms hidden on his body that can silently fire poison needles, darts, and the like. Furthermore, he is extremely fast and utilizes some strange movement techniques. Keep your guard up when you fight him."

Phainon smiled confidently upon hearing this. "Understood. Thank you for the reminder, Principal, but I have confidence in my own strength."

Ye Qiong patted him on the shoulder. "Good lad, go on. Let them see the strength of our Amphoreus Academy."

Phainon turned and walked toward the contestant tunnel.

Watching his back, Wang Sheng shouted from behind:

"Good luck, brother!"

Jiang Zhu and Bai Chenxiang also waved at him. "Student Bai, we're rooting for you!"

Phainon looked back and smiled at them before stepping into the tunnel.

On the other side, in the Shrek Academy lounge.

Xiao Wu grabbed Tang San's arm.

"Brother, is the opponent that Amphoreus Academy that stole our academy's prospective students yesterday?"

Tang San glanced at the arena below and smiled slightly.

"It should be. I didn't expect to run into them in my first match."

Ma Hongjun suddenly leaned in. "Amphoreus Academy? What kind of name is that? I've never even heard of it."

Dai Mubai leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Have you forgotten? It's that newly opened academy, the one that snatched away more than half of our prospective students."

Ma Hongjun slapped his forehead.

"Oh, I remember now. The Dean was complaining about it to me the night before last."

Dai Mubai sneered.

"That's not all; they've even caused our academy's budget to become tight."

Flender sat in the corner, his face as dark as coal.

He stared at the entrance opposite the Soul Fighting Arena, his teeth grinding audibly.

"I want to see what kind of trash that academy can produce."

Xiao Wu turned to look at Flender. "Dean, I believe Brother San will definitely win."

Flender shook his head. "Winning is expected. If he loses..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

To lose would be to lose face for Shrek.

Tang San stood on the Soul Fighting Arena, took a deep breath, and swept his gaze toward the opposing contestant tunnel.

From the tunnel, a white figure emerged.

Phainon's pace was neither fast nor slow, and a peaceful smile rested on his face.

He walked to the opposite side of Tang San, while the referee stepped between the two of them.

"Both sides, prepare."

Tang San sized up Phainon across from him.

This person looked about the same age as him, with a striking head of white hair. He appeared quite sunny, yet his eyes revealed a sense of composure.

Tang San spoke, "Tang San, please offer your guidance."

Phainon nodded.

"Let us learn from each other."

Seeing that both were ready, the referee raised a hand and announced:

"Both sides, please release your Martial Souls!"

Tang San's gaze sharpened.

He immediately summoned his Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass.

Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

A standard hundred-year spirit ring configuration.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.

"Blue Silver Grass? There are still people cultivating Blue Silver Grass these days?"

"Two rings, a level twenty-nine Great Spirit Master. That's not simple."

"To be able to train this trash Martial Soul to this level, he certainly has some skills."

On the Shrek side, Ma Hongjun shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother San, go for it!"

Xiao Wu clasped her hands together, "Brother, you must win."

Wang Sheng sat in the stands, his eyes fixed on the Soul Fighting Arena without blinking.

"This guy Tang San has gotten much stronger than he was back then."

Jiang Zhu clenched her fists and looked at Ye Qiong, "Teacher, can Phainon win?"

Ye Qiong did not answer, merely smiling.

On the Soul Fighting Arena, the referee looked at Phainon.

"Please release your Martial Soul."

Phainon slowly raised his right hand.

Two spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

One yellow, one purple.

Seeing this, the entire arena went silent.

The next second, the audience erupted into chaos.

"Holy crap! Purple? The second ring is a thousand-year one?"

"This is impossible! Isn't the limit for a second spirit ring around seven hundred years? How did he manage this?"

"Two rings? Is he only level thirty? A level thirty Great Spirit Master?"

"Level thirty at twelve years old? Are you kidding me?"

The audience in the stands went wild.

This was a configuration they had never seen in their lives.

On the Shrek side, everyone was equally shocked.

Ma Hongjun watched the scene, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an ox.

"Pur... purple? A thousand-year second ring?"

Dai Mubai also stood up abruptly, his eyes turning sharp.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Xiao Wu covered her mouth in surprise, while Zhu Qing's eyes, as she looked toward the arena, held a rare trace of astonishment.

As for Flender, he stood straight up.

His face shifted from black to white, then from white to green.

"A thousand-year second ring? What kind of monster is this?"

Just like the audience in the stands, Tang San stood frozen in place as he stared at Phainon's spirit ring configuration.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's words echoed repeatedly in his mind:

"The limit for a second spirit ring is seven hundred and sixty-four years. If you exceed this number, your body will be unable to withstand it and you will explode and die."

Yet now, someone stood before him with a purple spirit ring hanging in the second position.

What was this?

Could it be that his teacher had lied to him?

No, that couldn't be right.

His teacher wouldn't lie to him; the opponent must have used some kind of trick.

But now was not the time to dwell on that.

The opponent was only level thirty, just one level higher than him.

As long as his tactics were sound, he still had a chance.

At this thought, Tang San's gaze turned resolute once more.

The referee looked at both sides, stepped off the arena, and blew his whistle:

"The match begins!"

The moment the words left his lips, Tang San moved.

Blue Silver Grass grew wildly from beneath his feet, spreading rapidly across the ground toward Phainon.

First Spirit Ability, Bind!

Watching the Blue Silver Grass surge toward his feet, Phainon merely revealed a faint smile.