The Red-Haired Little Girl's Legs Trembled in Fear!

"The match begins!"

At the proctor's command.

The three on the opposite side released their martial souls almost simultaneously.

Wu Feng was the first to strike.

Crimson dragon scales emerged beneath her skin, covering her arms and shoulders. Her muscles visibly swelled, and a scorching aura spread from her body.

The girl's outer clothes instantly tore apart from the expansion, revealing the tight outfit underneath that outlined her taut, powerful figure.

A pair of emerald-green wings unfolded behind Nanmen Yun'er, making her seem almost light enough to float.

Ning Tian slowly raised her martial soul.

A Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her palm.

Dazzling light bloomed from the pagoda. Seven-colored streams of radiance swirled around it, bathing the entire arena in brilliant shifting hues.

A wave of astonished cries rose from the stands.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! It really is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

"That's the direct-line martial soul of the ancient Upper Three Sects..."

"The absolute pinnacle among support-type martial souls, without question!"

Quite a few people instinctively looked at Jiang Ziming across from them, their eyes carrying a trace of schadenfreude.

A food-type carrot martial soul actually wanted to show off in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?

Wasn't that just asking for humiliation?

Yet the next moment, everyone froze.

Because not one of the three members of Jiang Ziming's team released a martial soul.

Wang Donger and Xiao Xiao even took two steps back, completely leaving the front of the stage to the boy.

Their posture seemed to say:

This round, we'll just lurk on the sidelines and watch. We won't interfere.

The discussions in the stands came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone inexplicably had the same absurd thought:

Could it be... he really planned to fight three alone?

Just as everyone was completely baffled, Jiang Ziming finally moved.

He slowly extended his right hand.

Soul power quietly gathered in his palm.

An ancient longsword, golden from hilt to tip, slowly emerged from the boy's palm.

Its blade was broad and engraved with profound runes, radiating a vast, ocean-like pressure.

Two ancient seal-script characters gleamed brightly on its hilt:

[Xuan]!

Immediately afterward, two soul rings slowly rose from beneath the sword.

The first ring was purple!

The second was purple too!!

Two thousand-year soul rings silently revolved around the boy, emitting a deep, eerie glow.

Boom!!!

A terrifying shockwave erupted outward from him!

The blast swept across the entire arena and even reached the front rows of the stands, making the spectators' hair and clothing whip wildly in the wind.

For a moment.

The stands fell silent for several seconds.

Then they instantly erupted.

"I... I'm not seeing things, am I? Two purple soul rings?!"

"His first two soul rings are both thousand-year rings?! How is that possible!"

"According to the theory of Master Yu Xiaogang, one of Shrek Academy's predecessors, aren't the first two soul rings supposed to be at most hundred-year rings?!"

"Theory is theory, reality is reality... but this reality is way too ridiculous!"

"Seriously, man? I thought little Donger having a thousand-year second ring was already genius enough, but this is straight-up cheating!"

"The first two rings of his second martial soul are both thousand-year rings?! Is he even human?!"

On the stage, those closest to Jiang Ziming reacted even more intensely than the spectators in the stands!

The light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Tian's hand dimmed in an instant.

She abruptly realized that her martial soul felt an instinctive fear when facing that ancient sword.

The white-haired girl stared blankly at the sword and its two purple soul rings, her mind utterly blank.

Wu Feng, beside her, felt as though her Red Dragon martial soul had been seized by the throat by an invisible giant hand.

Her dragon scales receded, her dragon's might dispersed, and the dragon blood she had always been so proud of seemed to turn into a stagnant pool before that ancient sword.

Her fair legs began trembling violently, and her teeth chattered.

Nanmen Yun'er's hovering body unconsciously lowered several inches.

Her soul power nearly dissipated.

Her body instinctively resisted becoming enemies with that boy!

Behind the boy, the two girls had not faced the pressure of the Xuanyuan Sword directly, but they were no less shocked than the three girls opposite them.

Wang Donger's pink-blue eyes widened, her mouth slightly open as she stood stiffly in place.

She had considered the possibility that Jiang Ziming had a trump card, but she had never imagined that it would be a god-tier martial soul like this, along with two thousand-year soul rings!

"How can a support-type soul master fight three opponents alone?"

"You only need to handle the support work!"

Remembering the things she had said before...

The girl's cheeks instantly burned scarlet.

On the right, Xiao Xiao's emerald-green eyes were round with shock, her rosy little mouth slightly open in surprise.

She had always thought Jiang Ziming was merely a support-type soul master with a carrot martial soul.

And now she was being told that Ziming actually had such a heaven-defying sword martial soul?

Xiao Xiao's delicate, rosy face held both delight and a trace of displeasure. She had not expected Ziming to keep even her in the dark.

As for Mu Jin in the stands, her smile had completely frozen on her face.

She stared blankly at the ancient sword radiating archaic pressure and the two purple soul rings, feeling as if her mind were crashing piece by piece.

As a homeroom teacher at Shrek Academy, she had seen quite a few geniuses.

But someone whose first two soul rings were both thousand-year rings...

She had not only never seen such a person, she had never even heard of one.

She instinctively glanced at Zhou Yi beside her and found the corners of Zhou Yi's lips slightly raised.

[Ding!]

[Young Lady Ning Tian's worldview has collapsed from the shock of your god-tier martial soul and dual thousand-year soul rings!—Emotion Points +999!]

[The red-haired little girl Wu Feng was so frightened by your god-tier martial soul and dual thousand-year soul rings that her dragon scales receded and her legs trembled!—Emotion Points +999!]

[Nanmen Yun'er has been so intimidated by your god-tier martial soul and dual thousand-year soul rings that she cannot make a move!—Emotion Points +999!]

[Wang Donger was left dumbfounded by your overwhelming pressure. Remembering what she said earlier has made her cheeks burn!—Emotion Points +999!]

[Xiao Xiao was shocked by your hidden strength, her heart racing as her admiration for you soared!—Emotion Points +999!]

[Mu Jin's worldview has shattered from fright at your god-tier martial soul and dual thousand-year soul rings. Even her legs beneath her stockings have begun to tremble!—Emotion Points +999!]

[Some spectators have been collectively struck speechless by your dual thousand-year soul rings!—Emotion Points +999!]

[Some spectators regret mocking you earlier and have realized that they were the real clowns!—Emotion Points +999!]

A string of Emotion Point notifications flooded his mind like mad, and Jiang Ziming could not keep the corners of his mouth from rising.

But he easily held it together.

Can't laugh.

Not yet.

When showing off, you have to maintain your composure!

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Jiang Ziming walked calmly toward the three girls opposite him, his body carrying a surging pressure.

With every step he took, that pressure grew heavier.

By the time he reached the center of the arena, the clothes of the three girls opposite him had already been soaked through with cold sweat.