"Xiao Chenyu, sixth year. Martial Soul: Gale Demon Wolf. Level eleven One-Ring Soul Master!"
Even against a new student, Xiao Chenyu showed his opponent basic respect, volunteering his name and Martial Soul.
Tang San sneered. They were about the same level, and with a Soul Ring each, their strength should be close.
"Tang San, first-year work-study student. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level eleven One-Ring Soul Master."
Pfft—hahahaha!
Tang San had barely spoken before the crowd burst into laughter again.
"Blue Silver Grass?"
"Did I hear that right? That Trash Martial Soul can make someone a Soul Master?"
Tang San had heard such remarks so often his ears had nearly grown calluses. But Grandmaster had told him they were all prejudice.
"I, Tang San, will shatter those prejudices today!"
Tang San roared, "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, appear!"
Buzz—
Tang San extended his right hand, and a vibrant stalk of Blue Silver Grass appeared before everyone. Not only that, a white Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet, flashing without pause.
"A... a Ten-Year Soul Ring?!"
Every eye widened in shock. This was the first time they had seen anyone cultivate a Soul Ring with a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass!
But Tang San read their reaction differently. Had his strength utterly stunned them?
At that thought, Tang San threw back his head and laughed. "Hahahaha! Tremble!"
Xiao Chenyu did not even lift his eyes. He roared, "Gale Demon Wolf, possess me!"
Awooo!
As a wolf howl rang out, the phantom of a vicious Black Wind Demon Wolf appeared behind him. At the same time, a yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet!
The instant Martial Soul Possession took hold, Xiao Chenyu's aura surged severalfold. The pressure of his Soul Ring crushed Tang San's confidence completely!
"Yellow! A... a Hundred-Year Soul Ring?" Tang San's pupils contracted.
Xiao Chenyu sneered. "Right back at you... tremble, Little Scumbag!"
"First Soul Skill—Wolf Claw Rend!"
Slash—
The yellow Soul Ring flashed. Sharp gray-black wolf claws covered Xiao Chenyu's hands as he lunged forward, faint currents of wind coiling around them. He slashed straight at Tang San's face.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Tang San's scalp prickled. That Hundred-Year Soul Ring was too fierce. If the attack landed, he would be gravely wounded, if not killed.
His expression changed. "So fast!"
His white Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo Soul Ring flashed furiously.
"First Soul Skill—Pole Vault!"
The Blue Silver Grass in his palm instantly turned into a bamboo pole—a pole bluer than blue, surpassing the original. Tang San planted it, arched back, and vaulted high into the air.
No matter how fast you are, I can dodge...
Slash, slash, slash—
But the next instant, two dull pops sounded. The sharp wolf claws sliced the bamboo pole into three pieces. Tang San lost his support and crashed to the ground.
"What? How is this right? Why is there such a huge gap between my Soul Skill and yours?"
Thud!
Before Tang San could scramble up, Xiao Chenyu planted a foot firmly on his head.
He said coldly, "I don't get it. What were you showing off for with a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?"
Tang San looked stunned. "No! I must be using it wrong! Didn't Grandmaster say my Soul Ring was powerful?"
But now his face burned beneath the stinking foot grinding it into the ground. Tang San's convictions began to crumble.
"A clown jumping on a beam? Go on, jump."
Xiao Chenyu was speechless. He had thought the boy had some fearsome trump card up his sleeve. It turned out his First Soul Ring was just a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?
After merging with Blue Silver Grass, it had indeed become much tougher. But before his gale wolf claws, it was as fragile as paper.
"Boss Ao, this..."
Ao Yin and Wang Sheng had arrived just in time to see it. For a moment, even they felt embarrassed on Tang San's behalf.
Beside them, Xiao Wu could only press a hand to her forehead.
"I don't know! Tang San looks so ordinary, but somehow he's so confident..."
"Looking like that, you're really asking for a beating!"
Still, Tang San had ended up like this because he stood up for Xiao Wu. She immediately stopped Xiao Chenyu.
"Enough! Get your foot off him!"
Though Xiao Chenyu had just won, he felt as if he had been insulted. Was this some new way of making fun of people?
"Get lost!"
Xiao Chenyu kicked Tang San hard, sending him flying off the platform.
His Soul Ring lit up, and he flashed forward like a gust of wind! His lecherous wolf claws shot straight toward Xiao Wu.
Just as he was about to grab her—
Boom!
An ice-and-fire dragon-patterned staff crashed from the sky and slammed into the ground before Xiao Chenyu, sending dust billowing everywhere.
"Cough! Cough! Who dares interfere?" Xiao Chenyu choked and coughed repeatedly.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
A mighty wave of Soul Power swept across the arena, forcing the twenty or thirty students watching to retreat.
The dust slowly cleared.
Beneath the blazing sun,
the Coiling Dragon Staff stood buried deep in the ground.
Beside it stood a boy of striking bearing and untamed spirit, arms crossed, ice and fire swirling around him. That terrifying Soul Power had come from him!
The crowd erupted.
"Good grief, what an entrance!"
"His Soul Power is terrifyingly strong!"
"Who is he?"
Every gaze in the arena converged on Ao Yin.
"Cough! Cough, cough!"
Tang San, knocked unconscious by the kick, came to amid the shouting. He followed the crowd's gaze, and Ao Yin's spirited figure filled his vision.
"Pfft—"
Tang San spat a spray of blood.
He clenched his back teeth so hard they nearly cracked, then threw back his head and howled in despair, "No—!!!"
Wang Sheng immediately had the other students from Dorm Seven carry Tang San away. He warned him, "Don't come to Dorm Seven and bother Sister Xiao Wu again. I'm afraid Boss Ao might get the wrong idea."
Ao Yin smiled faintly.
"You went after my girl. Did you ask me first?"
The wind stirred the hem of his clothes, making it hard not to look twice.
Xiao Chenyu's heart tightened. The pressure of Ao Yin's presence made him want to retreat.
His opponent had a noble bearing. He looked young, yet his aura was unfathomable.
Was he a prodigy from a great family? Or the disciple of someone important at the academy?
If he was someone like that, Xiao Chenyu could not afford to cross him. He would have to accept his bad luck.
"You don't recognize me?" Ao Yin glanced at him, then swept his gaze over the crowd.
Ling Feng spotted Ao Yin among them and shouted urgently:
"Boss Xiao, that's him! He's just a new work-study student with no background! He's the one who injured me a while back!"
Ao Yin's gaze snapped onto Ling Feng.
The sharp look made Ling Feng's legs tremble.
Wang Sheng smiled, strode forward, and slid dramatically to Ao Yin's side. He dropped to one knee and gestured toward Ao Yin with both hands!
"Prick up your ears and listen!"
"This is Notting Academy's number one! The boss of Dorm Seven, the man behind Sister Xiao Wu, and Notting Academy's most talented student—Ao Yin!"
Ao Yin stared in bewilderment.
He had never imagined Wang Sheng could put on such a performance.
Number one? Sister Xiao Wu's man?
When Wang Sheng finished, the arena fell dead silent.
Everyone was stunned by that wildly extravagant introduction.
Xiao Wu cried out excitedly, "Boss Ao is mighty!"
The students from Dorm Seven joined in, cheering, "Boss Ao is mighty!"
"Boss Ao is the real representative of Dorm Seven! What was that Tang San supposed to be?"
"Boss Ao, beat that Xiao Chenyu into the ground!"
The rest of Dorm Seven followed, shouting their support in unison.
After enduring oppression for so long, Dorm Seven finally had someone who could help them hold their heads high.
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