Fox Borrowing the Tiger's Might? Flanders Changed His Face in an Instant?

"Kid!"

"Get over here!"

Soul power within Flanders's body surged wildly toward his palm.

An aura several times stronger than before locked onto Gu Ling's body. Clearly, he was preparing to use a soul skill directly, sealing off Gu Ling's chance to keep using Void Dragon Assault to evade!

Seeing this, Ye Lingling's expression changed at once, and she shouted urgently:

"You're cheating!"

"You clearly agreed not to use your martial soul or soul skills, but now that you can't take down Gu Ling by the tenth move, you've actually even summoned your martial soul!"

However, Gu Ling showed no panic at all. Watching the Soul Ring beneath Flanders's feet begin to light up, the corner of his mouth slowly curled into a teasing smile.

"So you've finally lost patience and decided to use a soul skill?"

The next second, the third deep-purple Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up!

"Third Soul Skill, Bone Prison Dragon's Roar!"

Rumble—!

The street beneath them suddenly trembled. Bone-white spikes burst from the ground without warning, instantly appearing all around Flanders.

Flanders frowned. Although those bone spikes came in fiercely, with his strength as a Soul Saint, they clearly would not be enough to truly injure him.

So he did not even stop activating his soul skill. The Soul Ring beneath his feet continued growing brighter and brighter, but at that very instant, a low and eerie dragon's roar suddenly erupted from the surrounding bone-white spikes! It was not especially loud, yet it drilled directly into his body!

"Hm?"

Flanders's expression abruptly changed. He discovered that the soul power rapidly circulating within his body had suddenly fallen into disorder for an instant!

Though it was only an instant.

To a Soul Saint, it was not even a serious effect.

But the problem was that he was activating a soul skill. Releasing a soul skill required soul power to circulate in a specific manner, and now that dragon's roar had suddenly disrupted it.

The Soul Ring beneath Flanders's feet, which had already lit up completely, suddenly flickered. His pupils contracted as he realized that his soul skill... had failed to activate?!

And in that brief pause, the second purple Soul Ring beneath Gu Ling's feet lit up right after. The space around him twisted rapidly, and his body vanished from where he stood once more!

Flanders's hand, which was about to seize him, grasped through empty air again. It caught nothing, and his tenth move had missed as well!

The next moment.

A faint ripple spread through the space behind Flanders, and Gu Ling's figure slowly emerged from it. He did not continue attacking, merely folding his arms and watching Flanders with an amused expression.

"Headmaster Flanders."

"Ten moves are up."

Flanders: "..."

Looking at Flanders's livid face, Gu Ling continued,

"Didn't you say you would only use soul power at around level thirty-seven? Yet on the final move, you secretly raised your soul power. When you still couldn't catch me, you summoned your martial soul, and in the end, you even used a soul skill."

At this point, Gu Ling could not help shaking his head.

"I originally thought that cheating would at least get you some results."

"But..."

He looked Flanders up and down, the smile at his lips becoming increasingly obvious.

"You couldn't even win after cheating? Was all that cheating for nothing?"

"According to our agreement, shouldn't you be leaving now?"

Flanders said nothing. He merely stood there, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face alternating between green and white. Leave? Where was he supposed to go? If word of this got out, where would he put his old face?

A Seven-Ring Soul Saint had suppressed his cultivation to fight a Three-Ring Soul Elder, yet after ten moves, he had not even touched the corner of his opponent's clothes. Instead, he had been hit more than a dozen times, and now he was supposed to slink away in disgrace... Flanders had never been so humiliated in his life!

Gu Ling clearly saw what he was thinking and said in a deep voice,

"What? Don't tell me Headmaster Flanders can't accept defeat? You said it yourself—if I lasted ten moves, you'd turn around and leave."

"The dignified headmaster of Shrek Academy wouldn't go back on his own words, would he?"

"Enough!"

Flanders finally snapped completely. Soul power countless times stronger than before burst from his body! The terrifying pressure instantly shook fine cracks across the ground around them.

Ye Lingling's expression changed drastically at the sight, and she said coldly,

"What are you trying to do?!"

Flanders's face darkened to the extreme. "I just want this kid to understand that young people shouldn't be so arrogant!"

Gu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and showed no fear at all.

"So now that you can't beat me, you're done pretending? At first, you said you wouldn't use your martial soul and would only use level thirty-seven soul power. Now that you've lost, you're preparing to use your full strength directly? Flanders, Flanders, your skin really is much thicker than I imagined."

"You!"

Flanders gritted his teeth in fury, and his powerful soul power pressed forward once again.

But at that moment, Gu Ling suddenly smiled and threatened,

"Are you sure you want to make a move against me?"

Flanders paused slightly, while the smile on Gu Ling's face gradually faded.

"If you had left according to the agreement just now, this matter would have ended there. But if you truly intend to rely on your cultivation as a Seven-Ring Soul Saint to bully the weak and forcefully teach me a lesson..."

"Then I wouldn't mind telling my family about what happened today after I return."

Flanders was slightly taken aback upon hearing that, confusion appearing on his face.

"Your family?"

Gu Ling did not answer directly. He merely raised a hand and lightly pointed at himself.

"What is my surname?"

Flanders frowned. Though puzzled, he still answered,

"Gu."

"And my martial soul?"

"Bone Dragon..."

Flanders answered instinctively, but his voice suddenly stopped halfway through the words.

The corner of Gu Ling's mouth slowly lifted as he said coldly, "Then think carefully. On the entire Douluo Continent, who else is surnamed Gu and possesses the Bone Dragon as their martial soul?"

Boom!

As those words fell, Flanders felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

The surname Gu!

The Bone Dragon martial soul!

The entire continent...

A name appeared in his mind almost instantly!

Bone Douluo Gu Rong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! A level ninety-five Titled Douluo!

At that moment, Flanders's expression changed instantly. He abruptly looked up at Gu Ling, recalling Gu Ling's terrifying Soul Ring configuration of one yellow and two purple rings, as well as the outrageous talent of reaching level thirty-seven at only twelve years old...

Flanders had originally thought this kid might just be some genius who had appeared out of nowhere. But now, it seemed obvious that he was a young master from a great sect out training!

At that thought.

Flanders suddenly felt a chill run down his back. An incident from some time ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Back then, Zhao Wuji had merely beaten Tang San a little too harshly during the entrance examination, yet that very night... Hao Tian Douluo Tang Hao had come knocking directly at their door.

When Zhao Wuji returned, his miserable appearance—bruised and battered, with scarcely an uninjured spot on his body—remained crystal clear in Flanders's memory even now!

If he really gave Gu Ling a brutal beating tonight, then the following night, Bone Douluo Gu Rong suddenly appeared at the gates of Shrek Academy...

At the thought of that scene, Flanders's mouth twitched violently. The imposing Soul Saint pressure that had just surrounded him rapidly withdrew and vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, he raised a hand and adjusted the crystal glasses on his nose. Somehow forcing a smile onto his previously gloomy face, he said without blushing in the slightest, "Ahem..."

"You child, what nonsense are you talking about? Bullying the weak?"

"Am I, Flanders, that kind of person? I merely saw that you had decent talent and suddenly felt some appreciation for talent, so I wanted to test your ability to withstand pressure a little more."