Leng Yaozhu sat in the stands, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the shocked, twisted faces of the people from Shrek Academy.
The corner of her mouth curled slightly.
So what if it was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? Look at how shocked they were.
How provincial.
Of course, that would have been more convincing if her own phoenix eyes hadn't been tilted upward too, brimming with pride.
Or if she hadn't unconsciously puffed out her chest.
Xiao Xiao had already seen Gu An's Ten Thousand Year First Soul Ring before, but seeing it again still left her little face full of shock.
This time, though, she also felt a sense of shared honor and disgrace.
That was her big brother.
She couldn't help puffing out her own little chest, lifting her chin slightly.
Inside the arena.
Wang Dong was just as utterly shocked. Her eyes were wide, and her little mouth opened and closed.
"How is your first Soul Ring a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"
Her voice cracked, taking on a feminine quality that shouldn't have been there.
Huo Yuhao, by contrast, seemed relatively calm.
After all, his own First Soul Ring was a genuine million years old.
It might have been white, but its rank spoke for itself.
Even so, the sudden contraction of his pupils showed that he was far from calm inside.
It was true that his First Soul Ring was a million years old.
But Brother Sky Dream had also said that its power couldn't reach the level of a million years yet. It would have to be gradually unsealed as Huo Yuhao grew stronger.
The other guy's Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, on the other hand, was a genuine Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. There was no discount whatsoever!!
"Impossible! This can't be!"
He kept arguing against it in his mind.
"Without a million-year Soul Beast like Brother Sky Dream willingly sacrificing itself, how could a six-year-old child possibly withstand a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"
As if something had occurred to him, he abruptly turned to look at Wang Dong.
"Wang Dong, calm down!"
"Maybe that's just an illusion created by his Martial Soul."
"No one can have a Ten Thousand Year First Soul Ring!"
Hearing Huo Yuhao say that, Wang Dong came back to her senses.
Her gaze paused on the pitch-black Soul Ring beneath Gu An's feet, then moved away.
Her face once more took on that supremely haughty expression.
"Forget the fact that this isn't even a real Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring."
"Even if it is, so what?"
"No matter what, you're still just a One-Ring Soul Master."
As soon as she finished speaking,
the Light Goddess Butterfly behind her beat its wings sharply.
"First Soul Skill! Wing Guillotine!"
The yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring beneath her feet abruptly lit up, its light blazing.
A metallic sheen appeared along the edges of the Light Goddess Butterfly's wings, and a sharp aura spread from them.
Wang Dong became a streak of blue light, her wings like blades as she slashed straight at Gu An.
Watching her delude herself, Gu An's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Some chicken soup to drink, huh?
"Impossible"? Huo Yuhao, what a hypocrite. Your First Soul Ring was a million years old, and you still said that.
He shook his head.
His gaze shifted from Wang Dong to Huo Yuhao's face, and he spoke pointedly.
"Not everyone's Soul Rings are disguised."
At those meaningful words, Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted sharply.
He understood.
This guy was just like that woman in the Star Dou Great Forest. He was after Brother Sky Dream.
So it was no surprise that he knew the secret of Huo Yuhao's Soul Rings.
Huo Yuhao couldn't let Gu An say any more. He abruptly turned and shouted at Wang Dong.
"Wang Dong, I'll support you. Finish this quickly."
"He's only got an Item Martial Soul. Once you get close, he won't stand a chance against you."
Hearing Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong nodded repeatedly in midair.
She thought so too.
A fight at close range between an Item Martial Soul and a Beast Martial Soul.
That took some nerve.
Watching the two of them loudly plot in front of him, Gu An sneered.
"Want to get close?"
"You'll need the chance first."
He raised the Dragon Phoenix Soul Sound Flute to his lips, pressed them against its cool surface, and began to play.
"First Soul Skill! Whispering Melody."
The flute's notes flowed from its holes, clear and melodious.
A Dragon-Phoenix Phantom emerged from the flute.
A dragon and a phoenix coiled around each other as they flew out, carrying visible currents of air and ripples of sound toward the oncoming Wang Dong.
The sound waves enveloped Wang Dong completely.
The moment she was surrounded by the notes, she sensed something was wrong.
She had slowed down.
Her wings were still beating hard, and she was still pouring out Soul Power with all her might, but she felt as if she'd fallen into water.
Every inch forward took far more effort than it should have!
The unexpected turn of events made her cry out in alarm.
"A support Soul Skill?!"
She'd thought that since this guy had the nerve to face a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster like her one-on-one, he had to be a Power Attack System Soul Master.
If nothing else, an agility type would have made sense.
But now, it turned out...
You bastard, you're a support type!
So much for being an all-rounder. Where was this so-called versatility?
But a support type was good. A support type hadn't eaten her family's rice.
It'd be even easier to beat him!
A ferocious expression spread across Wang Dong's face, her eyes brimming with confidence that she had everything under control.
"You're a support-type Soul Master, yet you still dare to talk so big."
"Slowing me down? You think that's going to help?"
The second purple Soul Ring beneath her feet lit up right after.
"Second Soul Skill! Butterfly God's Light!"
Buffs, maxed out!
Hearing Wang Dong's words, Huo Yuhao's face lit up with delight too.
A support type. He was actually a support type.
This was in the bag.
How could a support type fight?
A support type was bound to be their defeated opponent!
His Spiritual Detection Sharing was still active on Wang Dong, and Gu An's position was clearly displayed in her field of vision.
Standing still, flute in hand, without moving an inch.
What kind of trouble could a support Soul Master possibly cause?
The delight on their faces hadn't even had time to fully bloom.
But the expressions of Mu En and the other elders—the old foxes who had lived for more than a hundred years—changed all at once.
"Something's wrong!"
"How could a support Soul Master possibly have the nerve to fight a Power Attack System Soul Master head-on?!"
"Let alone fight two opponents at once!"
They openly turned to look at Leng Yaozhu, only to find not the slightest hint of worry on her face.
Putting all these signs together, they knew something was definitely wrong.
Gu An's Soul Skill couldn't possibly be that simple.
The uneasy feeling in their hearts grew even stronger!
Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, ready to call out a warning.
But before their voices could leave their throats,
Gu An's lips curled upward in the arena.
He wore an expression that said, "You've fallen for it."
"How stupid."
His voice came from behind the flute, laced with undisguised mockery.
"You sensed something was wrong, yet you still charged over so brazenly."
"Have you never died before?"
As Gu An spoke, his gaze traveled up and down Wang Dong.
Nope.
Big chest, no brains. All he could see was the no-brains part.
He shook his head.
"Can't you feel the wind picking up? Now it's your turn to dance~"
At Gu An's cryptic words, Wang Dong furrowed her brow.
The wind was picking up?
What did that mean?
And what did he mean by dance?
Why would she ever dance for him?
She had no idea what Gu An was talking about.
But her instincts were frantically warning her, and she subconsciously prepared to act.
But...
It was already too late!
She'd never truly taken Gu An seriously, not for a single moment.
Especially after discovering he was a support type, she'd charged in recklessly!
The sound waves kept multiplying around her, wrapping her tightly from head to toe.
The moment Gu An finished speaking,
the notes, which had merely made her somewhat uncomfortable, suddenly changed!
A layer of green light shimmered along the edges of the sound waves. A sharp aura radiated from each ripple, stinging the exposed skin on Wang Dong's body.
At the same time, Huo Yuhao's frantic shouts rang in her ears.
"Wang Dong, watch out!!!"
"Dodge!!!"
"Those notes have all turned into Wind Blades!!!!"