Do You Want to Be as Strong as Me?

The entire Martial Arts Arena fell into a second deathly silence.

Only that slowly rotating golden Sun Wheel, radiating an eternal, sacred, and inviolable light, silently speaks of the chasm of power.

Teacher Yan Zhe was completely petrified at this moment.

His mouth was slightly agape, his eyes wide open, staring at the Sun Wheel and the rock-solid shield of light, as if he were seeing some kind of power of rules beyond his entire understanding. He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

"Absolute defense... energy absorption and feedback... this... this is really a second Soul Skill? This... this is simply... a miracle!"

Lin Xia stood in the center of the light shield, bathed in the warm golden light. Looking at the distraught and life-doubting expressions of Yu Tianheng and the others outside, and at Dugu Yan's complex and indescribable gaze, he helplessly shrugged his small shoulders and put on a harmless, slightly apologetic smile.

"Um... should we continue?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the deathly Martial Arts Arena, like a final bombshell dropped into everyone's hearts.

Yan Zhe's silence felt like an eternity. The muscles on his rugged face twitched slightly, and his gaze shifted between the indestructible Sun Wheel Guard and Lin Xia's still innocent and excessively clean-cut face, a complex mix of emotions.

Finally, this Soul Emperor, renowned for his practical combat skills, let out a heavy sigh, his voice unusually hoarse and carrying a hint of barely Frisk dejection.

"Never mind... Lin Xia is right."

Yan Zhe looked around at the students with different expressions, his gaze lingering for a moment on the dejected Yu Tianheng, Osler, and Yu Feng.

"Today's combat drill... is now concluded. I believe everyone present should have no further objections to His Highness the Holy Son's strength, right?"

Yan Zhe's gaze swept over Yu Tianheng and the others with a questioning look.

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. Blue lightning flickered and leaped unwillingly between his fingers, but eventually, like a spark extinguished, it dimmed completely.

He struggled to lift his head, meeting Yan Zhe's gaze, then looked at the miraculous golden Sun Wheel in the arena and Lin Xia's calm face. His Adam's apple Rollout a few times, and finally, he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.

"... No objections."

Each word felt like it carried a thousand-pound weight, pressing down on him so much that he could barely breathe.

His pride as the heir to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was utterly crushed at that moment.

Osler and Yu Feng exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep sense of powerlessness in each other's eyes. They lowered their heads dejectedly and whispered:

No objections.

The Shi Mo and Shi Mo brothers scratched their heads sheepishly and said in deep voices:

"It can't be broken, it really can't be broken."

Ye Lingling maintained her aloof demeanor, merely nodding slightly to indicate her stance.

Princess Xue Ke's face turned pale; she hadn't fully recovered from the miraculous defense she had just witnessed, and she nodded subconsciously.

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip tightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Xia, her expression incredibly complex—shock, resentment, disbelief, and a hint of something she herself didn't even Frisk... looking up in admiration?

Her prized Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda seemed to lose its luster in the face of this absolute barrier of power.

Seeing her teammates looking so dejected, Dugu Yan felt a mix of emotions.

She felt a sense of pride in Lin Xia's strength, since she seemed to be closer to him, but she also felt sad for Yu Tianheng and the others.

She sighed softly, walked to Yu Tianheng's side, and whispered:

"Tian Heng, are you alright?"

Yu Tianheng shook his head without speaking, but his tightly pursed lips and the turbulent emotions in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.

An indescribable, eerie atmosphere permeated the entire Martial Arts Arena, a mixture of embarrassment, frustration, shock, and bewilderment.

What should have been an intense and exciting team Soul Fighting ended abruptly in an almost absurd way.

"Get out of class dismissed."

Yan Zhe's voice carried a mixture of weariness and relief as he waved his hand.

He needed time to process everything he had seen that day, which had completely overturned his understanding of Soul Master and Soul Skill.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, but with mixed feelings, they silently turned to leave.

Heavy footsteps echoed across the Martial Arts Arena, creating a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.

Just then, a crisp sound broke the deathly silence.

"Sister Yanyan!"

Lin Xia jogged a few steps and came to Dugu Yan's side, who was preparing to leave with the others.

His innocent, melting smile reappeared on his face. He tilted his head back, his clear eyes looking directly into Dugu Yan's purple eyes, which held complex emotions.

"Hmm? Xiao Xia, what's wrong?"

Dugu Yan stopped and looked down at him with some confusion.

She thought Lin Xia wanted to comfort her or say something about the fight they had just fought.

Lin Xia didn't beat around the bush; she was direct and to the point. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, clearly reaching the ears of every student who hadn't gone far. Even Yan Zhe suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Sister Yanyan, do you want to be as good as me?"

Boom--!

This statement is more effective than any top-tier control-type Soul Master's Soul Skill!

Like an invisible shockwave, it instantly swept across the entire exit area of Martial Arts Arena!

Everyone froze! Time seemed to have been paused at that moment!

Yu Tianheng suddenly turned around, his sharp eyes shooting towards Lin Xia and Dugu Yan like lightning, filled with extreme shock and disbelief!

Osler and Yu Feng stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping again, their eyes bulging as if they had heard something out of a fantasy.

The two burly Shi Mo Shi Mo brothers remained in their striding posture, like two petrified statues, their honest faces filled with a bewildered expression of "What did I just hear?"

For the first time, Ye Lingling's usually cold gaze flickered with intense emotion as she stared in surprise at Lin Xia's small, retreating figure.

Princess Xue Ke gasped and covered her mouth with her small hand.

Ning Rongrong was visibly shaken, and her complex expression was instantly replaced by a light of intense Covet!

As powerful as her? Seven years old, a level 29 Soul Grandmaster, a separated Martial Soul, the second ring of a thousand-year-old soul, and that insanely powerful defensive Soul Skill?

Is this even possible?!

But these words came from Lin Xia's mouth!

This monster just crushed them all with its power!

Even Yan Zhe turned around completely. This iron-blooded Soul Emperor teacher's face was now filled with horror and an uncontrollable thirst for knowledge! His heart was pounding! How did a child who had reached such a level at the age of seven improve his strength?

The core secret of the Spirit Hall?

Even the slightest glimpse of this would be revolutionary for the Soul Master World!

His gaze was like a searchlight, Lock-On Lin Xia, and his ears were more perked up than ever, afraid of missing a single word!

The entire space was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's gaze was fixed on Lin Xia, filled with burning desire, curiosity, shock, and greed.

The air seemed to have solidified, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.