Where Sea Ends, Heaven Forms the Shore (3)
"Next." Ye Qingcang's voice jolted everyone around him awake. His tone, so calm it couldn't be more so, felt like slaps to their faces. "I've said it before, one-on-one, a tag-team battle, a group attack—anything is fine. Even if you all come at me together... it doesn't matter!"
Among all the new students enrolled this year, Wu Feng's one-on-one combat ability ranks first. Even without the assistance of Ning Tian, the current Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Wu Feng has the strength to go toe-to-toe with Dai Huabin.
However, they were defeated so easily!
Martial Soul?
It's open!
Soul Skill?
Used!
They charged in with great force!
Someone slapped me, grabbed my hand, and with a casual flick, I was gone!
One-on-one?
I'll take on your grandma's legs one-on-one!
You haven't even activated your Martial Soul yet, and your bullying of weaklings is too obvious!
"I'll go give it a try!" With Wu Feng's example as a precedent, Huang Chutian, who volunteered, didn't dare to make any overly confident statements, setting a low bar. "Wu Feng lost, and the result will be similar if I go up. But we are all students of the Shrek Academy, and Shrek Academy cannot be dishonored. Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to all of us students. The honor of the Shrek Academy should be upheld by us now. I'll force him to reveal his Martial Soul; you all watch carefully!"
Even though Wu Feng lost, these Shrek Academy students, whose eyes revealed a clear-eyed naiveté, still clung to their last shred of dignity and refused to give up.
"Huang Chutian!" Before the battle began, Huang Chutian habitually announced his introduction, revealing a naive foolishness that permeated his being. "Martial Soul, Great Strength Divine Ape!"
As he spoke, he stamped his foot.
Two yellow Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.
"First Soul Skill..." Huang Chutian roared fiercely, but before he could finish the first four words, and the golden light had just gathered on his fist at his waist, Ye Qingcang, who had suddenly appeared dozens of meters in front of him, slapped him unconscious. "Too slow, next!"
Seeing Huang Chutian being thrown out again, the freshmen, who had just become excited, fell silent once more.
"The second one..."
More and more students gathered around the playground.
Someone in the crowd uttered those words.
The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
"I'll do it!" Dai Huabin, who had just finished eating, was invigorated after learning what had happened. He tried to salvage the situation beforehand. "Just because Wu Feng and Huang Chutian can't do it doesn't mean I, Dai Huabin, can't. Although I might not be able to force him to use his Soul Skill, forcing him to use that bracelet Martial Soul again shouldn't be difficult!"
A person's knowledge and experience determine their character.
The foolish Dai Huabin was also fooled by the mainstream opinion of the crowd, and like most people, he regarded the Nine Sons of the Dragon Bracelet as Ye Qingcang's Martial Soul.
They stepped onto the playground, eager to get started.
With a swift movement, as he charged towards Ye Qingcang, his Martial Soul Possession, and two yellow Soul Ring flashed. (The details are omitted.) He was preparing to use this surprise attack to catch Ye Qingcang off guard.
"White Tiger Bodyguard Barrier..." Under Dai Huabin's extremely shocked gaze, Ye Qingcang still raised his hand, made intimate contact with the platinum light wave with his palm, and when everyone thought that blocking the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave with one hand was Ye Qingcang's limit, he grabbed hard and shattered the solidified White Tiger Fierce Light Wave: "Adding the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave, a little cleverness, but not much."
He changed his palm into a fist, and the speed was so fast that Dai Huabin couldn't even see it!
With a single punch, the White Tiger Fist Intent roared through the void!
Dai Huabin, who was the first to be hit, was completely stunned by this punch!
My thoughts have frozen!
The white tiger, similar to his own Martial Soul but even more sacred and majestic, lunged at him. Terrified, he felt his liver and gallbladder tremble. His vision went black, as if the white tiger had swallowed him whole. Only then did an unbearable pain surge through his chest and abdomen, making him realize that he was still alive. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered across the sky, rolling like a gourd for over a hundred meters before crashing onto Huang Chutian, who had just gotten up!
"Yuhao, fire, fire, fire!"
"Watch the heat!"
"The fish's going to burn! What are you looking at?!"
The voice of the Sky Dream Ice Worm startled Huo Yuhao awake.
Huo Yuhao was also one of the silent members of the crowd.
Watching Dai Huabin appear, and then Dai Huabin get punched away by the roaring white tiger, his eyes turning bloodshot, he momentarily forgot about the fish he was grilling in his hands.
Fortunately, Sky Dream Ice Worm didn't blame Huo Yuhao for being indecisive. Instead, she encouraged him, "See? As long as you focus on grilling the fish, you might learn that punch you just used. Concentrate on grilling the fish, and I'll look forward to the day you learn that punch and deliver a brutal blow to that Dai Huabin!"
"Brother Tianmeng, speaking of which, what exactly was that punch Brother Qingcang threw just now?" Huo Yuhao recalled the shadow from just now, his body trembling involuntarily. "I think I saw a roaring white tiger. For a moment, I seemed to lose my memory, I didn't know anything. In a daze, when I came back to my senses, I saw that Dai Huabin had already lost... Was I hallucinating?"
"This isn't an illusion, it's the Fist Intent. You can think of this punch as Self-Created Soul Skill, but compared to other Self-Created Soul Skill, this punch is extremely difficult..." Sky Dream Ice Worm recalled Di Tian's Dragon God Claw and couldn't help but shudder. She added, "Anyway, you can imagine that if your opponent knew this move, a single punch would make you momentarily dazed. It wouldn't even take several seconds; just one second of dazedness would be enough to kill you. Unless you truly understand a little bit, seemingly comprehend it but not quite, I would only recommend you learn this kind of fist. Otherwise, forcing yourself to learn it will only lead to you not getting the hang of it... I'm afraid even Lord Ye is among the most outstanding of all the God Trial Taker. This is a display of skill, a demonstration, not a challenge!"
"Want to fight one-on-one again?"
"To lose face for the sake of so-called dignity?"
"Pick up the sesame seeds but lose the watermelon?"
Ye Qingcang watched the gradually stirring crowd and the increasing whispers, then stood with his hands at his sides, waiting quietly and disappointedly.
"Let's go!" Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo, the two famous sisters among the freshmen, stepped onto the playground hand in hand. "We can't lose again... at least we can't be defeated in one move, otherwise, even if you can endure it, we sisters will have no face to call ourselves students of the Shrek Academy!"
Many freshmen and returning students looked rather grim.
The new students failed too quickly and too miserably.
Even the senior students couldn't successfully probe Ye Qingcang's background by using the freshmen.
If the freshmen lose, the older students will still have to cover for them.
But what if these senior students also lose?
Who can bail them out?
Those demons and monsters in the Inner Court?
Watching the Lan Susu sisters step onto the playground, many senior students felt a burning pain on their faces, but in order to have a better chance of winning when they went on stage, they endured the humiliation and silently prayed that the Lan Susu sisters could last a few more moves.
Unfortunately, if Ye Qingcang needs to use a second move to fight opponents of the Lan Susu sisters' caliber, then he doesn't deserve to be on the Blue Tyrant Academy's Heaven Ranking!
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Heavenly Net?" Watching the blue hair coil Entanglement him, Ye Qingcang played with it with interest. His fingers moved slightly, and in an instant, it seemed as if a thousand hands appeared, gathering all the blue hair together. With a yank, he sent the Lan Susu sisters flying with gasps, bound together by Ye Qingcang's gathered hair. He casually tossed them aside, sending them rolling along the path Wu Feng, Huang Chutian, and Dai Huabin had just traversed, becoming the fourth group to roll on the ground. "Come at me all at once... or is it that four consecutive defeats haven't made you realize the truth?"