Floor tiles like these are meant to be crushed by the protagonist.

BOOM!

A wave of air exploded from beneath Phainon's feet.

In an instant, all the Blue Silver Grass near him was shattered.

Seeing this scene, Tang San's pupils constricted, and he thought: Such immense power!

Tang San immediately changed his stance, his fingers twitching slightly.

Second Soul Skill, Parasite!

Blue Silver Grass grew anew around Phainon, not from the ground this time, but from the air itself.

Tiny Blue Silver Grass spores drifted through the air, landing on Phainon's limbs and growing frantically.

Phainon looked down, yet his faint smile remained.

He simply raised his right hand slightly.

His first soul ring lit up with a chime.

The next second, a greatsword appeared in his hand.

This sword was named Dawnmaker, the exclusive blade of Phainon's martial soul, Khaslana.

Phainon channeled his power and swung it lightly.

The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his arms was severed instantly, then rapidly incinerated by a burst of flame.

Seeing this, Tang San frowned slightly.

The opponent's martial soul actually countered his Blue Silver Grass.

Thinking this, he immediately adjusted his tactics, putting distance between himself and Phainon.

Then, his figure flickered as he immediately unleashed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps.

He intended to win through wit using hidden weapons.

Phainon stood still, not moving from his spot.

He watched Tang San's constantly shifting afterimages, his expression remaining calm.

Seeing Phainon standing motionless, Tang San immediately circled behind him, his sleeves twitching slightly.

The next second, several sleeve arrows shot out silently, heading straight for the back of Phainon's neck.

However, it was as if Phainon had eyes in the back of his head.

He merely tilted his head slightly, and the sleeve arrows grazed past his cheek.

Seeing this, Tang San was greatly alarmed and immediately made a move to flee.

But Phainon gave him no such opportunity, turning around and slashing out with his sword.

Tang San retreated in a panic, but his robe was still sliced open by the opponent.

That was close.

Tang San, having retreated dozens of meters, felt a bead of cold sweat break out on his forehead.

The opponent's reaction speed was simply too fast.

His sneak attack with hidden weapons had actually failed.

However, there was no time for him to dwell on it, as he saw Phainon already charging toward him, sword in hand.

Tang San gritted his teeth, summoning the Blue Silver Grass once more in an attempt to block the opponent's advance, while simultaneously using the Purple Demon Eye to predict the opponent's movements and the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps to try and escape.

However, Phainon calmly activated his second soul ring.

Then, he gripped the sword with both hands and raised it above his head.

The next second, a massive golden crescent-shaped shockwave swept across the entire soul fighting arena.

Every strand of Blue Silver Grass turned to ash the moment it touched the sword light.

Tang San was also struck by this blow and sent flying backward.

The audience in the stands screamed out.

"What kind of power is that?"

"A level thirty can unleash an attack like this?"

"If this hit a person..."

Tang San, who had nearly fallen off the arena, steadied himself and panted like an ox as he stared at Phainon ahead.

At this moment, his heart was filled with terror.

Because he discovered that this person's power was actually still growing.

How could this be? Getting stronger the more he fought?

Tang San saw this and gritted his teeth, once again executing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps before reaching for his waist with his left hand.

Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night.

Hidden within was one of his trump cards.

Three Bone-Piercing Nails.

Tang San immediately channeled his Mysterious Jade Hand.

The three Bone-Piercing Needles shot out at an incredibly tricky angle.

He was confident that Phainon would be unable to block this angle.

However, very quickly, he saw Phainon simply hold Dawnmaker horizontally in front of him.

Ding, ding, ding.

Three crisp sounds rang out.

The Bone-Piercing Needles were actually blocked entirely by the blade.

Tang San's expression changed completely.

The opponent was truly terrifying to this extent.

He was confident that even if Zhao Wuji had come, he might not have been able to defend against that move of his.

After all, it was with this very technique that he had previously driven the Dragon Whisker Needle into Zhao Wuji's body.

Yet now, not only did Phainon catch them, but he also looked at him with a calm expression:

"Is that all the tricks you have?"

Tang San did not speak, preparing to pull out more hidden weapons.

However, Phainon moved at this moment.

Golden light flickered once more on Dawnmaker, and the next instant, that blade shockwave, which seemed capable of sweeping across an entire army, surged forth again, its power even greater than before.

Tang San wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

He was struck by the blade's energy and sent flying backward, tumbling off the arena stage.

He struggled to climb up from the ground.

Phainon stood on the arena, the tip of Dawnmaker pointing directly at Tang San.

"You lost."

Seeing this, the referee rushed up:

"The match is over! The winner is Amphoreus Academy, Phainon!"

As soon as the result was announced, the arena erupted once again:

"He won? Just like that?"

"That genius from Shrek didn't even have a chance to fight back?"

"Too terrifying. Did you see those two strikes just now? I feel like even if I went up there, I couldn't block them."

"And his second soul ring is a thousand-year one. How on earth did he manage that?"

The audience in the stands discussed it like madmen.

But on the Shrek side, there was dead silence.

Flender slammed his fist onto the table in a rage.

"How could it be like this!"

His money—he had bet it all on the gambling board, and it was all gone.

Xiao Wu immediately stepped forward, wanting to comfort Flender: "Dean, Third Brother did his best; the opponent was just too strong."

Ma Hongjun shrank his neck, not daring to speak.

Dai Mubai sighed: "Let's go, let's go see how Little San is doing."

Below the arena, Tang San looked at Phainon before him, his lips moving:

"How did you do it?"

Phainon looked at him with complete calm: "What?"

Tang San pointed at his soul ring:

"The second soul ring, a thousand-year one. How did you manage that?"

Phainon thought for a moment, glanced at Ye Qiong in the spectator seats, then turned back and smiled:

"Naturally, our principal helped me obtain it."

Tang San was stunned.

The principal?

The principal of Amphoreus Academy?

I have noted it.

A spectacular soul battle thus came to an end.

In the spectator stands, Wang Sheng jumped up in excitement.

"He won! Phainon won!"

Jiang Zhu was also beaming with excitement:

"Indeed, Little Bai is too strong. He completely suppressed him from start to finish; Tang San didn't have a single chance."

"This is the true strength of our academy."

Huang Yuan and Jing Ling were also grinning foolishly nearby.

Everyone watched Phainon on the stage, their eyes filled with shock.

So, this was the true strength of Phainon?

They, too, would become as strong as Phainon!

Ye Qiong leaned back in his chair, watching the few who had been stirred to fighting spirit by Phainon's strength, and smiled slightly.

He had known all along that this battle would end this way.

After all, even a reborn Phainon was not someone a mere floor-tile protagonist could compare to.

Tribios sat beside him, smiling gently.

"Headmaster, you were indeed right. Little Bai's talent is truly formidable; he can certainly become the core of our academy."

Ye Qiong nodded.

"Mm, but his true potential has yet to be fully unleashed."

Upon hearing this, a look of shock appeared on Tribios's beautiful face:

"There is even more? What is it?"

Ye Qiong smiled slightly:

"You will know in the future."

The current Phainon was still in his ordinary state.

If he were to truly unlock the Khaslana transformation, That would be truly terrifying.