Advance to the Top Sixteen, Yan Shaozhe's Excitement

After all, if Li Qingming and the others advanced, it would also be a very good thing for her.

As for the three who had lost, Xiao Xiao beside them stared blankly at Li Qingming.

In the previous matches, Li Qingming had displayed great strength. No matter whom he fought, he had always steadily suppressed his opponent.

But he had never shown anything like instantly taking down two people at once.

Facing the astonished looks of the two, Li Qingming's expression remained unchanged.

Wang Dong naturally understood his strength. He was merely curious why Li Qingming had suddenly become so serious.

Xiao Xiao, standing to the side, was also puzzled, but she said nothing.

As the two left the arena, today's matches continued.

They had already reached the top thirty-two matches today, and Li Qingming's team still had one more match to fight.

Once they finished this match, they would advance to the top sixteen.

Li Qingming already knew who they would be facing in this match.

Because they were in the same group, their actual route through the tournament was very close to Huo Yuhao's original route—or rather, almost identical.

As the afternoon arrived, Li Qingming stood at the front of his team and watched the changes in formation on both sides, looking at Xie Huan Yue and the Luo brothers standing across from them.

Xie Huan Yue's eyes also held confusion.

He gently patted his fat belly, but there was no fear in his gaze.

As a three-ring assault-type Soul Master himself, he did not believe his strength was inferior to Li Qingming's.

"Interesting. I heard your Martial Soul is the Sacred Angel. Let me see just how strong you really are."

Xie Huan Yue spoke to Li Qingming and grinned at him. His gaze was relatively mild.

After all, even Xie Huan Yue would not act overly arrogant or conceited toward a powerful opponent of equal strength.

Yet Li Qingming did not respond as he looked at Xie Huan Yue.

As the match began, three soul rings lit up on Li Qingming's body the next second, and his second soul skill activated once more.

As Xie Huan Yue transformed into a massive ball of flesh and crashed down in an instant, the twelve flying swords around Li Qingming merged into one.

The enormous Sacred longsword, absurdly huge in size, suddenly slashed upward from below and collided directly with the giant ball of flesh.

With a thunderous boom, Xie Huan Yue was sent flying backward and smashed straight out of the arena.

The Luo brothers, who had just been about to make their move, stood there in stunned silence.

They stared at Li Qingming in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.

Especially when that flying sword, after directly slashing Xie Huan Yue out of the arena, did not pause in the slightest. It immediately split into twelve longswords and shot toward the two of them.

Seeing this, and seeing three-ring Xie Huan Yue get sent flying after failing to block even a single strike, the two did not hesitate at all and immediately raised their hands in surrender.

"W-We surrender."

As the two chose to surrender, the top sixteen matches came to an end. However, everyone's gaze toward Li Qingming had changed by then.

If Li Qingming's defeat of two-ring Wu Feng and Nangong Yuner could still be attributed to his strength being particularly suited to suppressing lower-ring opponents—

Then after defeating the equally three-ring Xie Huan Yue, Li Qingming's strength was simply far too terrifying.

Meanwhile, atop a building, Yan Shaozhe stood there.

His gaze was fixed on the battle below. As he watched Li Qingming in particular, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Xiaotao gave the money to that child named Wang Dong. I originally thought it was Wang Dong, but looking at this now, it is most likely this young man named Li Qingming."

Yan Shaozhe stared down at the arena, contemplation in his eyes.

That card was indeed unregistered, but with his methods, he could naturally investigate who possessed it.

Wang Dong had been the one buying things all this time, so Yan Shaozhe had kept his attention on Wang Dong.

But now, judging by their performances—especially the sacred power revealed by that youth—though the youth had concealed that power deeply, Yan Shaozhe could tell at a glance that it was not to be underestimated.

Especially those six pairs of wings. Others might not understand them very well, but this was Shrek Academy!

The being who had fought their first-generation Sea God's Pavilion Master to a standstill ten thousand years ago had also possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul—a naturally god-tier Martial Soul, a naturally ultimate Martial Soul.

Others might not know, but how could he, the dean of the Martial Soul Department, possibly not know?

Thus, as he looked at Li Qingming, his body trembled slightly—not for any other reason, but from excitement.

This was an innately ultimate existence, and unlike normal ultimate Martial Souls, he did not have the problem of slow cultivation.

One had to know that ultimate power had always cultivated very slowly in the past, even much slower than ordinary people's cultivation speed.

Yet this child's cultivation speed was not merely not slow—it was astonishingly fast.

When he had first arrived, his Soul Power Level had been around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. In just three months, he had already broken through to level thirty.

Moreover, judging by his Soul Power reserves, he had at least reached level thirty-two or thirty-three, perhaps even higher.

Even Yan Shaozhe had not anticipated such strength. What Yan Shaozhe did not know, however, was that Li Qingming's Soul Power had already reached level thirty-four.

Because the angel soul ring was extraordinarily powerful, after he had innately fused with it, his Innate Soul Power had directly increased by three levels.

Therefore, even if Li Qingming had not cultivated at all, he would have started at level thirty-four, far higher than the others' level thirty-one or thirty-two.

This had saved him several months, perhaps even half a year, of arduous cultivation.

Meanwhile, beneath the arena, Li Qingming's expression remained calm.

The match list for tomorrow had already been released. As expected, his opponent was Dai Huabin, the White Tiger Duke's legitimate second son.

He was also a sinister and cunning villain—or rather, someone with exceptionally vicious methods.

Li Qingming was not afraid of true gentlemen, but he was equally wary of such genuine villains.

However, because he had far too many trump cards, Li Qingming was not overly concerned.

As the afternoon matches ended, news of Li Qingming spread throughout the entire academy.

With three-ring strength, he had effortlessly crushed opponents of the same level, defeated Xie Huan Yue in a single move, and had nearly even seriously injured him.

According to Xie Huan Yue afterward, the reason Li Qingming had not severely injured him was likely because he had been relatively sensible.

This only made Wu Feng furious, because she and Nangong Yuner had indeed been seriously injured.

Moreover, the two of them had truly provoked Li Qingming, which was why they had ended up in such a state.

Xie Huan Yue, however, was not afraid of this. After all, he was also a three-ring Soul Master and had his own family inheritance, so he was naturally not particularly wary of Ning Tian.

That night, however, just as Li Qingming and Wang Dong finished dinner, Wu Feng and Ning Tian approached them once again.

Looking at Wu Feng, whose entire body was wrapped in bandages and whose face was somewhat pale, Wang Dong raised an eyebrow at her.

Seeing Wang Dong's expression, Wu Feng glared fiercely at him, but she still stepped in front of Wang Dong.

Seeing the actions of the two, Li Qingming turned his gaze toward Ning Tian.

However, Ning Tian no longer wore her previous expression. Her eyes held a pitiful look as she slowly stepped forward, a pill bottle appearing in her hand.

"These are the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's healing pills, Seven Treasure Pills. They are extremely precious healing medicine."

"There are four pills in this bottle. Each one can save a life at a critical moment. Let this serve as our apology."

Ning Tian's voice was soft, and her beautiful eyes held grievance—or perhaps simply a pitiful air.

Her fair palm slowly extended toward Li Qingming.

Meeting her gaze, Li Qingming silently extended his hand.

However, Ning Tian did not place the pills in his hand. Instead, she placed her fair palm, along with the pill bottle, directly into Li Qingming's hand.

"I did not lie to you before. Your strength really is very great, and our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly recognizes you."

"If you are willing, I can personally become your support partner and bring you into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, making you one of the family's key members to be cultivated."