Arrival in Suotuo City, Showdown with Shrek Team

His Martial Soul was the Iron-Armored Rhino, an assault-type, level forty-two.

After Martial Soul Possession, a layer of grayish-white keratin emerged over the surface of his skin, hard as iron. Ordinary attacks landing on him were like scratching an itch.

His target was Xue Wu.

Xue Wu's Martial Soul was the Slender Dance Snow Satin. She was a support-type Spirit Master.

Yet as the enemy charged at them, Gu Qingbo and the others made no move to protect Xue Wu.

The bald man grinned. Kids are kids. They don't even know to protect their own support-type Spirit Master.

So, he let Gu Qingbo and the others hold off his teammates while he advanced alone, preparing to send Xue Wu out of the arena with a single blow!

His fist howled through the air, carrying grayish-white Soul Power as it shot straight at Xue Wu's face.

The bald man was already imagining the sight of this little girl being knocked out of the arena by one punch, sprawled on the ground in utter embarrassment.

Then—

Xue Wu moved.

She met his fist with her palm. Frost condensed in her hand—it was the Frost Soul Palm.

The bald man froze. A support-type Soul Elder wanted to trade blows with an assault-type battle Soul Ancestor? Had she been frightened stupid? His hand was thicker than her thigh, little sister!

The spectators all covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight. This support-type little girl who didn't know her limits was definitely going to have her hand broken.

The bald man's rough fist collided with Xue Wu's slender, graceful palm. Then, a scene that left everyone in the arena dumbfounded unfolded.

The bald man's massive body flew backward like a kicked ball.

His body traced a parabola through the air before crashing out of the Battle Soul Arena and slamming heavily into the ground below the stands, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire arena fell silent.

An assault-type battle Soul Ancestor had been sent flying by a Soul Elder—a support-type Soul Elder, no less?!

The middle-aged man at the commentator's desk stood stunned for three seconds before abruptly jumping to his feet, nearly flinging the microphone from his hand.

"N-No way?! Ladies and gentlemen! Did you see that?! The Slender Dance Snow Satin contestant from the Seven Warlords of the Sea sent her opponent, a level forty-two assault-type Soul Ancestor, flying out of the Battle Soul Arena with one slap!"

Deafening cries of shock erupted from the stands.

"No way?! Is that girl really a support-type?"

"What kind of palm technique was that? She sent an assault-type Soul Ancestor falling from the sky!"

The bald man's teammates were completely stunned.

They had watched their team's second-strongest member get sent flying by a support-type Spirit Master. It felt like a dream.

Xue Wu withdrew her hand and expressionlessly shook off the frost on it.

It had been more than a month since they left Skywater Academy. During that time, they had continuously used the Frost Soul Palm in actual combat and had thoroughly mastered this Mysterious Tier Low Grade Combat Skill. Every strike now carried the attacking power of a Soul Ancestor!

With the attack power of a Soul Ancestor and the advantage of surprise, it was only natural that she could send an assault-type Soul Ancestor flying with one hit.

After all, who would have thought that a support-type Soul Elder could possess such powerful offensive strength?

The members of A-Gen-Ting Team had yet to recover from their shock, so Gu Qingbo and the others also unleashed the Frost Soul Palm. In an instant, five members of A-Gen-Ting Team were eliminated!

Only two members of A-Gen-Ting Team remained on the Battle Soul Arena.

One was the agility-attack Soul Ancestor. He was still maintaining the state of Deer's Afterimage, with countless afterimages circling Shui Bing'er, but his heart had already gone cold.

The other was Xiao Qing, the support-type Spirit Master.

The lean young man stopped, and the afterimages dissipated, revealing his true body.

Forget it, forget it. He couldn't win.

He surrendered outright.

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the stands.

The person who had bet on the Seven Warlords of the Sea turned to fire back at the companion who had mocked him. "You bet on your mother's A-Gen-Ting!"

"Cheers!"

After this battle, Shui Bing'er and the others officially advanced to become a Silver Soul Fighting team. In the individual matches, Shui Bing'er had even earned a Gold Soul Fighting badge.

They then held a lively victory banquet, drinking until the moon hung high in the sky.

After the banquet ended, the seven of them returned to the hotel where they were staying.

Shui Bing'er seemed to have something on her mind and drank the most. Shui Yue'er supported her all the way to her room.

Shui Yue'er placed Shui Bing'er on the bed, helped her sister wash her face, removed her shoes, socks, and outer clothes, then finally left.

After Shui Yue'er left, Meng Chen's phantom flew out from Shui Bing'er's chest.

When Shui Bing'er saw Meng Chen, she said aggrievedly, "Master."

Meng Chen smiled. "What is it? You won the match, yet you're still unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy." Shui Bing'er sat up. She hesitated, but still could not help asking, "Master, why did you give Ruoshui alone a codename? Why did you make me deliberately lose to Ruoshui?"

Hearing that, Meng Chen sighed. "Nothing. I was just reminiscing about the past..."

Shui Bing'er looked confused.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Meng Chen chuckled softly. He did not continue dwelling on the subject and instead changed the topic.

"Bing'er, did you notice your own problem in today's match? You are too slow."

Shui Bing'er was startled and nodded.

Meng Chen raised his right hand and extended a finger. A faint cyan light glimmered at its tip.

"Close your eyes and focus. I will impart a movement Combat Skill to you—the Mysterious Tier High Grade, Wind Riding."

Shui Bing'er hurriedly closed her eyes.

Meng Chen pressed a finger to Shui Bing'er's forehead, and a torrent of fresh information surged into her Sea of Consciousness.

Shui Bing'er immersed herself in the Combat Skill and could not return to her senses for a long while.

By the time she opened her eyes, Meng Chen had already returned to the Chaos Bead.

It seemed that Master still cared about her the most.

A trace of sweetness rose in Shui Bing'er's heart, and a blush spread across her face...

The next day, Shui Bing'er and the others immediately set out for Suotuo City.

The carriage slowly passed through Suotuo City's gates.

Shui Bing'er lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the unfamiliar streets outside.

"So this is Suotuo City..." Yu Hairou pressed herself against the carriage window and looked out at the streets. "It's so lively!"

Xue Wu flipped through the map in her hands. "Let's register at the Great Soul Arena first."

The seven girls got out of the carriage and entered the main hall of the Soto Great Soul Arena.

People came and went through the hall. Spirit Masters in all sorts of attire streamed in and out, creating a bustling scene.

Shui Bing'er walked up to the registration counter. Just as she was about to complete the registration for the team match, she suddenly heard several Spirit Masters nearby whispering among themselves.

"Damn, that match was incredible! Shrek Team actually defeated Imperial Dou Team!"

"Don't mention it. I bet my entire fortune on Imperial Dou Team..."

"Who knows where those Shrek people came from? They don't look very old, but every single one of them can fight."

Within Shui Bing'er's Sea of Consciousness, Meng Chen was surprised by the discussion. What a coincidence. They had arrived at exactly the time when Shrek defeated Imperial Dou in the original story.

After the staff member accepted the registration form, they looked at Shui Bing'er and the others in surprise before arranging their match schedule.

Shui Bing'er took the schedule and glanced at it.

Their opponent was Shrek Team.

The next morning, the Soto Great Soul Arena was packed to the brim.

Several figures sat quietly in the VIP section of the stands.

They were the members of Imperial Dou Team, who had come specifically to watch the match.

After the staff notified them to enter, Shui Bing'er and the others walked out.

"How... are they all girls?"

Yu Tianheng was very surprised.

"Dai Lao Da, Dai Lao Da! The other side is full of beauties!"

On the Battle Soul Arena, Oscar nudged Dai Mubai in the waist with his elbow.

"Interesting..." Dai Mubai licked his lips. His gaze lingered on Shui Bing'er for a moment before sweeping over the six girls behind her. "They all look pretty good."

The fat man Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up like lightbulbs. "Boss, today's opponents are all pretty girls! Let's take it easier this time. Don't make them cry!"

After saying that, Ma Hongjun shouted at Shui Bing'er, "Girls over there, you're really big and white!"

Oscar leered. "Later, I'm rushing up there too. I'll give them each a squeeze!"

"What a loser!" Dai Mubai looked at Oscar disdainfully, then called out to Shui Bing'er, "You're the captain, right? If you girls have some fun with us, we'll surrender. How about it? Otherwise, if we hurt you later, I'll feel bad."

Shui Bing'er and the others were furious. They had never seen people so shameless!