Ten Moves and Still Can't Defeat Gu Ling? Flanders Flies into a Rage!

Flanders looked at his slightly numb arm, and the contempt in his eyes finally faded somewhat. He said,

"You do have some skill."

"But that was only the first move!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Flanders stomped his foot and charged out again. This time, he was clearly much more serious.

Although he still had not used his Martial Soul, and his soul power was firmly suppressed to around level thirty-seven, the combat experience of an agility-attack Soul Saint was fully on display.

His figure shifted continuously, darting left and right. In the blink of an eye, he had already circled to Gu Ling's side.

"Second move!"

With a low shout, Flanders struck out with his palm.

However, Gu Ling did not even raise his head. The first yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Spatial Rift Bone Spikes!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several eerie white bone spikes shot out from behind him in an instant.

Flanders's expression shifted slightly. His feet flickered in rapid succession, and he easily dodged the foremost bone spikes. But just as he was about to continue closing in on Gu Ling, one bone spike that had already flown past him suddenly vanished into the air.

The next moment,

The space half a meter in front of Flanders violently twisted, and the bone spike shot straight at his face!

"What?!"

Momentarily stunned, Flanders sharply tilted his head. The sharp bone spike nearly grazed his crystal glasses as it flew past. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, ripples appeared in several other spots at once.

Left! Right! Behind him!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! More than a dozen bone spikes attacked from completely different directions at once. Flanders could only force himself to halt his attack and swiftly flip backward.

And just as both his feet touched the ground, Gu Ling vanished again!

A strong sense of danger suddenly rose in Flanders's heart. He muttered under his breath, "Could it be that spatial Soul Skill that lets him travel through space again?!"

The next second, a familiar voice sounded from behind him:

"Headmaster Flanders."

"Second move."

Bang!

A fist covered in bone armor slammed viciously into Flanders's back.

Although Flanders reacted extremely quickly and twisted his body at the last moment to deflect most of the force, he was still sent staggering several steps forward by the punch.

Ye Lingling stood nearby, and the worry in her eyes had gradually turned strange. This scene... was completely different from what she had imagined at first.

Clearly, a Seven-Ring Soul Saint was supposed to teach a Three-Ring Soul Elder a lesson, yet up to now, Gu Ling was completely unharmed while Flanders had been led around by the nose the entire time.

Flanders had obviously realized this as well, and his expression grew darker and darker.

The next moment, he suddenly changed tactics. Instead of trying to attack Gu Ling directly, he relied on his abundant combat experience to predict where Gu Ling might appear in advance.

But the problem was... Gu Ling's spatial Soul Skill had no fixed movement pattern at all!

Buzz!

Gu Ling vanished again. Flanders abruptly turned left, only to find no one there. Then he turned right, with the same result! He looked up, but there was no one overhead either!

Just as Flanders's pupils contracted slightly, Gu Ling suddenly appeared less than a meter directly in front of him—yes, right in front of him!

Flanders had been guarding against Gu Ling launching sneak attacks from the sides or behind him, yet he had overlooked the simplest approach: straight from the front.

"Headmaster Flanders, you guessed wrong again."

With a cold sneer, the corner of Gu Ling's mouth curved upward, and his bone tail suddenly swept out!

Bang!

Flanders crossed his arms in front of himself to block it, but the terrifying force carried by that eerie white bone tail still sent him flying back several meters. His soles left two clear skid marks across the ground.

Gu Ling slowly retracted his bone tail and sneered at Flanders before him.

"Third move."

Flanders: "..."

"Fourth move!"

"Fifth move!"

"Sixth move!"

The battle that followed almost completely turned into a one-sided humiliation.

Flanders's combat experience was indeed extensive, and his reaction speed far surpassed that of an ordinary Soul Elder, but the restrictions he had set for himself were simply too severe!

No Martial Soul, no Soul Skills, and his soul power had to remain suppressed at level thirty-seven!

In contrast, Gu Ling's Void Dragon Assault allowed him to travel through space directly, Spatial Rift Bone Spikes could attack from any unexpected angle, and the Bone Dragon Martial Soul itself granted him formidable physical strength, along with that freely controllable bone tail.

Almost every time Flanders was about to launch an attack, Gu Ling would forcibly interrupt him.

What made him even more miserable was that Gu Ling's mouth never stopped running:

"Headmaster Flanders, that's the fifth move. Didn't you say you'd make me go back and kneel to apologize within ten moves? Why haven't you even touched my clothes yet?"

"A mighty level seventy-eight Soul Master, and this is all you can do!"

Hearing this, Flanders's face turned livid as he roared,

"Shut up!"

The second Soul Ring beneath Gu Ling's feet lit up again, and his figure instantly vanished.

Bang!

Flanders took another punch to the shoulder.

"Sixth move."

"..."

"I told you to shut up!"

"Fine."

Whoosh!

Spatial Rift Bone Spikes suddenly burst out from the space beside Flanders's feet, forcing him to dodge awkwardly to the side. Gu Ling immediately appeared from the other direction and kicked him in the waist.

"Seventh move."

Flanders: "!!!"

Standing nearby, Ye Lingling could no longer stop the corners of her mouth from lifting slightly. She had figured it out—Gu Ling did not merely want to win. He was deliberately trying to infuriate Flanders!

"Eighth move!"

"Ninth move!"

With two dull thuds, Flanders was forced back again and again. Although he had not suffered any truly serious injuries, his face had gone so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

Especially his clothes. They had originally been fairly neat, but now they were covered in several patches of dust. A bone spike that had brushed past his shoulder had even sliced off a few strands of his hair.

Where was the imposing aura of a Soul Saint powerhouse he had displayed when he first appeared?

Gu Ling looked at him and reminded him with a smile,

"Headmaster Flanders, that's nine moves. There's only one move left. You'd better seize the chance, or you'll have to turn around and leave later."

Hearing this, the veins on Flanders's forehead throbbed wildly. He was a dignified level seventy-eight Soul Saint, the headmaster of Shrek Academy, yet he had been chased around and beaten for nine moves by a twelve-year-old Soul Elder?

And there was even a young girl watching the entire time!

If word of this got out...

Would he, Flanders, ever be able to face anyone again?

"Brat!"

"Don't get cocky!"

Flanders roared furiously. There was only one move left. If he still could not take down Gu Ling with this move, then everything he had said earlier would truly become a joke!

Thinking this, a fierce glint flashed through his eyes. The soul power he had kept suppressed at around level thirty-seven suddenly broke through its limits at that instant!

Level forty! Level fifty! It was even continuing to rise!

Although it lasted only an instant, it had already far exceeded the limits they had agreed upon!

At the same time,

A powerful aura belonging to a high-level Soul Master abruptly erupted from Flanders's body.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

With a low shout, the phantom of a Cat Owl suddenly emerged behind Flanders, while the Soul Rings he had concealed rose one after another beneath his feet.

Clearly, seeing that Gu Ling was about to dodge the tenth move as well, he had completely stopped caring about the rules he had set himself!

No Martial Soul? No Soul Skills? Soul power suppressed to level thirty-seven?

He had thrown every last one of them to the back of his mind!

At this moment, Flanders had only one thought.

Catch Gu Ling. Otherwise, as a dignified Seven-Ring Soul Saint who had proposed this ten-move challenge himself, if he ultimately could not even touch a twelve-year-old Soul Elder, he would be completely humiliated!