Gangzi: Are You Trying to Ruin My Dream of Becoming a Master?

Ye Han's violent strike of Unity of Man and Spear was incomparably powerful.

The heavy Black Tortoise shell exploded in an instant!

Even with its formidable rebounding force, it was useless.

Ye Han reined in his strength in time.

In Soul Arena matches, tit-for-tat clashes were commonplace.

If you treated me politely, I'd naturally show mercy.

But if you spoke disrespectfully, I'd have to give you a taste of my spear.

If that spear light had advanced another inch...

Cold sweat seeped down Shi Hao's back.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

At the center of the arena, Ye Han stood calmly with his spear in hand.

The silver-white Sky-Piercing Spear pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade as chillingly sharp as ever.

The entire venue fell silent.

And it had only taken one exchange again!

The level forty-nine top-tier defensive beast Martial Soul, Black Tortoise, had actually failed to block Ye Han's strike.

"I lost. I'm completely convinced. Your Sky-Piercing Spear is very strong."

Shi Hao cupped his fists toward Ye Han, his tone frank.

He knew Ye Han had already shown him mercy.

As an heir of the Black Tortoise lineage, he had been pierced through by a single spear from a peer who hadn't even revealed his Spirit Rings. He had no excuses.

"You let me win."

Ye Han withdrew his spear and gave a slight nod.

Only then did the host snap back to his senses and announce at the top of his lungs:

"This Soul Arena match is over! The winner—Ye Han! Eleven consecutive victories!"

The audience instantly erupted.

"Sky-Piercing Spear God!!"

"One move! Just one move!"

"My god! That was a Black Tortoise! A top-tier defensive Martial Soul! Its defense was maxed out, and it was still pierced by one spear?!"

The stands were in uproar, and many people remained in their seats.

Ye Han had already left the arena and entered the Soul Master passageway.

"Fuck, what kind of monster is Ye Han?!"

The members of Heaven Dou Royal Academy all wore different expressions.

The brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo exchanged glances, both finding it hard to believe.

"Brother Hao... he... he lost..."

Shi Mo muttered.

Shi Mo swallowed, not knowing how to respond.

Yu Tianheng frowned deeply, silently pondering.

For Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters, starting from level thirty, each Spirit Ring they acquired gave them another part of their body capable of Dragon Transformation, making their defense even stronger.

His soul power had surpassed level forty. After possessing his Martial Soul, both of his arms could undergo Dragon Transformation and become Dragon Claws.

But if he had faced that spear strike just now, could he have blocked it?

Even he wasn't sure.

On the other side, Yu Xiaogang and Flender were both dumbfounded in shock.

"Xiaogang, how does that Sky-Piercing Spear have such terrifying explosive power? Isn't that too absurd?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression was grave.

"Ye Han's talent may far exceed our imagination. If I'm not mistaken, what he used just now was a Self-Created Soul Skill."

"A Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Flender's brow furrowed even more deeply.

Creating one's own Soul Skill was no simple matter. It required not only exceptional comprehension, but also constant practice before it could be mastered.

Compared to Soul Ring Skills, Self-Created Soul Skills had a higher ceiling and could grow as the Soul Master's own strength increased.

"It really might be a Self-Created Soul Skill. No wonder he refused to reveal his Spirit Rings. That move alone is more than most Soul Masters can handle."

Flender thought of Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai had already booked a match against Ye Han for tomorrow night.

What the hell were they supposed to do now?

"Xiaogang, even that level forty-nine Black Tortoise Soul Master couldn't withstand Ye Han's strike, much less Mubai. No, I need to have Mubai cancel tomorrow night's booking."

"Flender, calm down. We'll discuss this later."

Yu Xiaogang appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he was panicking like crazy.

If Ye Han truly was a genius student from some Soul Master academy, who could stop him?

He was already this formidable without revealing his Spirit Rings. What would happen if he did?

Yu Xiaogang still wanted to use the Soul Master Tournament to prove himself.

In the Heaven Dou Division, aside from the Royal Academy's main team, there were only five spots for the finals.

The four long-established elemental academies—Divine Wind Academy, Thunder Academy, Skywater Academy, and Blazing Fire Academy—were immensely strong overall and had practically secured their places in the finals.

Other than those, only one spot remained.

Ye Han's Martial Soul was the Sky-Piercing Spear, so he probably wasn't a student of any of those four academies.

No matter which academy he came from, he would become an obstacle in Shrek Academy's path to advancement.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, a vague sense of foreboding rising within him.

This brat... isn't going to ruin my plans, is he...?

Soul Master rest area.

The Shrek Seven Monsters were all stunned.

Ma Hongjun exclaimed:

"Fuck, that move of his... wasn't it way too fast? It was over before I could even see it clearly!"

"It wasn't just fast! He broke through the defense with one spear! Too violent, too insane! How could that Sky-Piercing Spear possess such terrifying power?!"

Oscar shook his head repeatedly.

Zhu Zhuqing turned her head and glanced at Dai Mubai beside her.

At that moment, Dai Mubai's expression was so grim it seemed water could drip from it.

A chill ran down his spine, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Even a level forty-nine Black Tortoise Soul Master couldn't block Ye Han's strike, much less his White Tiger Body-Protection Barrier.

What kind of freak was that guy?!

Dai Mubai had already made the booking.

Was he really going to force himself to go through with it tomorrow?

Still, if he lost to that freak, it didn't seem all that humiliating, did it?

After all, plenty of people had lost to him!

Dai Mubai looked toward Tang San and found that Tang San also wore a solemn expression.

"Third, did you see that strike clearly just now?"

Tang San withdrew his Purple Demon Eyes and nodded.

"That move was indeed formidable. He concentrated all his strength and soul power into one point, then pierced through at high speed. Breaking a surface with a point—an overwhelming defense-breaking attack. It seems his control over soul power and physical strength is remarkably refined. Boss Dai, are you still challenging him tomorrow night?"

Everyone looked at Dai Mubai, waiting for his answer.

He was the team's leader, and he had spoken so confidently before.

Although he was already panicking inside, he couldn't back down now. He had to go through with it, even if he had to grit his teeth.

"I'll challenge him. His attack is certainly powerful, but I don't know how good his defense is. I won't sit around waiting to die like that Black Tortoise Soul Master. I'll take the initiative and attack him."

Ma Hongjun quickly chimed in:

"Boss, you're absolutely right. Your White Tiger Vajra Transformation combines offense and defense and doubles your power. White Tiger Meteor Shower can attack over a wide area, so he won't have an easy time dealing with it either."

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San.

"Third, what do you think?"

Tang San thought for a moment, then began discussing it with the others.

Meanwhile, Ye Han arrived at the VIP room and collected ten thousand Gold Spirit Coins.

As long as he took the field, tickets for the First Sub-Arena would sell without issue even if their prices increased tenfold.

Everyone wanted to see who could force him to reveal his Spirit Rings and whether his winning streak could continue.

With such a cash cow around, the Soul Arena was generous as well. They promised that as long as he competed each night, he would receive a reward of ten thousand Gold Spirit Coins.

"Ye Han, this is your opponent for tomorrow night."

As Supervisor Liu spoke, he handed Ye Han a file.

Ye Han accepted it and gave it a quick look.

"Evil-Eyed White Tiger? Level forty-two... Could it be him?"

Ye Han immediately thought of Shrek Academy's Dai Mubai, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Supervisor Liu, a four-ring Soul Ancestor opponent is still too weak for me. The Soul Arena rules can be adjusted a little. Arrange two or three opponents for me at the same time."

"Are you sure?!"

"Of course!"

"All right, then. That Evil-Eyed White Tiger Soul Master has already made a booking. Have him find another helper."