Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing

After Zhao Wuji came over, he asked, "Young Master Ye, what do you want me to witness?"

"Dai Mubai and I will spar using our Martial Souls. If he wins, I'll stay away from him and Zhu Zhuqing from now on. But if I win, he'll have to agree to Zhu Zhuqing's breaking off their engagement," Ye Xuan said.

"This..." Zhao Wuji hadn't expected it to be about something like this.

He knew about the engagement between Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing. It was a royal marriage alliance with the Star Luo Empire—no trivial matter.

He looked at Dai Mubai and asked, "Mubai, have you thought this through?"

"I have." Dai Mubai gritted his teeth.

He was furious. He would have liked to refuse.

But would refusing do any good?

Could Shrek Academy help him deal with Ye Xuan?

No!

He had no choice but to bear this on his own.

"Hiss—"

Tang San and the others drew in a sharp breath when they heard this.

Ning Rongrong and the others had heard as well. They didn't dare joke around now; their expressions turned serious.

"Fine. Since you've thought it through, I'll witness your match," Zhao Wuji said.

As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, Dai Mubai began summoning his Martial Soul.

Three Soul Rings appeared around him: yellow, yellow, and purple.

He looked at Ye Xuan and said, "White Tiger Martial Soul, level 37. Please, instruct me."

Ye Xuan summoned his Martial Soul as well.

A picture book appeared in his hand, and a yellow Soul Ring appeared around him.

But on closer inspection, one would find that his Soul Ring was nearly purple.

"Hundred Beauties Scroll Martial Soul, level 20. Please, instruct me."

At Ye Xuan's words, Dai Mubai and everyone present were stunned.

They hadn't seen Ye Xuan use his Martial Soul before. They had assumed it must be rather weak, nowhere near as impressive as his bizarre swordsmanship.

But now that they saw it, they were still left dumbfounded.

Level 20, with only one Soul Ring.

The weakest person here in terms of Soul Power was Ning Rongrong.

Even she was level 26.

Not only was Ye Xuan's Hundred Beauties Scroll a Martial Soul no one had ever heard of, but everyone also wanted to know how he could fight someone with three Soul Rings using just one.

Dai Mubai couldn't help laughing.

"I thought your Martial Soul would be powerful. Turns out you're only a Soul Master. I hope you'll keep your word later and use only your Martial Soul."

Dai Mubai felt that victory was already all but certain.

After all, he had such a huge advantage. If he weren't confident, all his cultivation would have been for nothing.

"I, Ye Xuan, keep my word. I won't go back on my promise," Ye Xuan said.

Although his Soul Power was only level 20, the strength of his Martial Soul depended to a great extent on Zhu Zhuqing's level.

He himself only provided a certain degree of amplification.

Zhu Zhuqing was only level 27, so she was undoubtedly no match for Dai Mubai. But with the amplification from his Martial Soul, Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing would naturally be able to defeat him.

"Good. Don't go back on your word." Dai Mubai immediately used his second Soul Skill and attacked Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan quickly used his first Soul Skill as well.

First Soul Skill: Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing.

After the Soul Skill was released, a figure appeared in front of him. She looked exactly like Zhu Zhuqing.

Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing sprang forward at once, her hands like cat's claws as she swiped at the light wave from Dai Mubai's second Soul Skill, tearing it apart.

Then she used her first Soul Skill, Hell Stab.

In an instant, she was right beside Dai Mubai.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing suddenly lunge at his face, Dai Mubai was shocked.

He could clearly feel that this "Zhu Zhuqing" had the same Soul Power Level as the real Zhu Zhuqing—level 27—but her speed and strength had both been amplified.

He didn't dare be careless and immediately used his first Soul Skill.

The White Tiger Barrier formed, blocking Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing's attack.

Though it had blocked the blow, Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing immediately used her second Soul Skill, Nether Hundred Claws.

With the threefold amplification from the Hundred Beauties Scroll, she tore through the White Tiger Barrier in an instant.

Several claw marks were left on Dai Mubai's body.

Soul Power seeped into him, damaging his meridians.

Dai Mubai soon went numb and couldn't move. By then, it was already too late for him to use his third Soul Skill.

Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing's claws reached for his neck and stopped there.

Ye Xuan spoke up. "Dai Mubai, you've lost."

"I..." Dai Mubai was speechless for a moment.

Ye Xuan put away his Martial Soul, and Mimic: Zhu Zhuqing vanished.

Dai Mubai walked away in a daze. "I lost. I lost."

He turned and staggered off, lurching like a drunk.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar hurried after him.

After they had left, Zhao Wuji asked in puzzlement, "Young Master Ye, what's the deal with your Martial Soul? Was that Zhu Zhuqing just now?"

Zhao Wuji had once roamed the continent and visited many places. He was fairly well-traveled.

But he had never seen—or even heard of—a Martial Soul as bizarre as this one.

"That really was a mimic of Zhuqing. She's the person I know best, so my first Soul Skill mimicked her." After explaining to Zhao Wuji, Ye Xuan walked over to Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Zhuqing, my Soul Skill mimicked you. You don't mind, do you?"

"I don't." Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

At first, when she saw Ye Xuan's Soul Skill summon someone who looked just like her, she had found it very strange.

But now that she knew Ye Xuan had mimicked her, she didn't find it strange at all. Instead, she was a little happy.

"I've done what I promised. I'm sure Dai Mubai will keep his word," Ye Xuan said.

"Thank you, Big Brother Ye," Zhu Zhuqing said gratefully again.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong asked curiously, "Big Brother Ye, you said your first Soul Skill mimicked someone. Does that mean your second and third Soul Skills will mimic other people too?"

"Yes. My Martial Soul is different from everyone else's. It relies entirely on mimicry," Ye Xuan said with a straight face.

"Hehe, could you mimic me? Big Brother Ye, even though my Martial Soul is a support type, if you could copy it completely and let me support Zhuqing, our fighting strength would be incredible," Ning Rongrong said eagerly.

"Uh?" Ye Xuan hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be so eager about that.

He then answered seriously, "If there's a chance, I will."

That chance didn't mean whether he would try to mimic her. It meant whether Ning Rongrong would be in danger, and whether he would go save her.

"Hehe, then it's a promise. Someday, I want to see my Martial Soul show its full might with Big Brother Ye," Ning Rongrong said earnestly.

Xiao Wu asked in confusion, "Zhuqing is only level 27. She shouldn't be able to beat Dai Mubai. How did your mimic end up stronger than the original?"