Battle with Ye Zhiqiu

"Brothers, unleash your Wuhuns!"

Dai Mubai shouted in a low voice, and all four of them released their Wuhuns at once.

"White Tiger, possess me!"

Golden light erupted. Dai Mubai spread his arms, and his golden hair turned black and white. Faint markings emerged on his forehead, three horizontal lines and one vertical line forming a pale golden character for king.

Three Soul Rings rose beneath his feet—Two Yellow and One Purple.

"Phoenix, possess me!"

Purple-Red Flame surged from Ma Hongjun's body, and a scorching aura swirled around him.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

Blue light gleamed in Tang San's palm as Blue Silver Grass coiled around him and slowly spread outward.

An Chen said nothing. A Big Iron Pot appeared out of thin air in his hand, and two yellow Soul Rings rose with it.

There was no need to fight at all. The moment Dai Mubai released three Soul Rings, the five young men from Canghui Academy instantly lost their nerve.

Their Soul Ring configuration of Two Yellow and One Purple surpassed theirs by an entire Soul Ring, and the Third Soul Ring was even at the thousand-year level. It was not something they could contend against.

What made them feel even more unbalanced was that these youths looked far younger than them, yet their strength surpassed their own.

Ye Zhiqiu finally could not hold back any longer and stepped forward from the rear. He waved at his students. "All of you, step back."

He clearly realized that the youths before him were geniuses among geniuses.

Especially Dai Mubai in the middle. He did not look older than seventeen, yet he already possessed three Soul Rings and had reached the Soul Elder realm.

"I am Ye Zhiqiu, director of external affairs for Canghui Academy. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

"We're from Shrek Academy."

Before Dai Mubai could speak, Little Fatty Ma Hongjun answered smugly.

Ye Zhiqiu froze for a moment, then thought about it. "Shrek Academy? I don't believe I've heard of it."

"That only shows how ignorant you are." Dai Mubai snorted coldly.

Hearing that they were not disciples of a sect, Ye Zhiqiu relaxed, though he also felt somewhat discouraged.

These youths before him truly had the right to look down on Canghui Academy.

But at such a young age, how had they cultivated such powerful Soul Power?

They were simply monsters.

Yet if he backed down now, in front of so many people, Canghui Academy would lose all face.

If his students could not handle it, then he had to win back at least some dignity for the academy himself.

With that thought, Ye Zhiqiu stopped hesitating. Light flashed in his eyes as he released his Wuhun.

"Dark Turtle, possess me!"

A ring of black ripples burst from Ye Zhiqiu's body, forcibly suppressing the momentum of the others.

Then his limbs contracted, and an enormous shell rose from his back.

Black light flowed across his entire body as five Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

One white, two yellow, and two purple.

Soul King level.

Although this Soul Ring configuration was not particularly strong among those of the same rank, his Soul Power above level fifty was undeniable.

The entire restaurant erupted in shocked cries.

Dai Mubai's expression changed.

At that moment, An Chen noticed Dai Mubai glance toward Tang San. Tang San met his eyes, nodded, and slowly moved both hands to his waist.

An Chen knew Dai Mubai was telling Tang San to prepare his Hidden Weapons.

"You children don't know any better. Have your academy teacher come out." Ye Zhiqiu did not attack immediately and instead asked.

Little Fatty Ma Hongjun let out a strange cry. "You old turtle think you're worthy of seeing our teacher? The few of us are enough to deal with you."

"Honored Soul Masters, this is a small business. Please, don't fight in my little shop." The owner had no choice but to step forward and plead.

What Ye Zhiqiu hated most was being called a turtle. Instantly enraged, he laughed in fury. "Fine. I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your teachers. Come outside."

With that, he turned and walked outside, the enormous turtle shell on his back swaying.

After leaving the restaurant, Dai Mubai quietly said to Tang San, "That old bastard is above level fifty. Be careful later. I'll hold him off from the front. Move quickly—I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long."

"We may not necessarily lose. His Soul Power is higher than ours, but his Wuhun has certain flaws," Tang San said.

Then he called the others over.

Tang San analyzed, "His Wuhun is the Dark Turtle, a defense-type battle Soul Master. He poses little offensive threat to us. Though his Soul Power is high, he lacks suitable attack methods, so there are two ways to deal with him."

"The first is to use speed to wear him down. Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and I will handle that, since the three of us are the fastest. An Chen will be responsible for breaking his defense and finding openings."

"The second is for Little Fatty to attack from the perimeter with Phoenix Fire Line. With Oscar's Sausages supporting him, sustaining the attack won't be a problem. We can wear him to death. Xiao Wu will handle support and substitutions. Although our Soul Power is lower than his, we have the advantage in both supplies and numbers."

"What about me?" Ning Rongrong frowned slightly.

Tang San thought for a moment. "Your Wuhun is special. Adapt to the situation."

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and said nothing more.

He was only worried that her intentions were improper and still hadn't truly regarded her as a teammate. An Chen sighed inwardly.

"I'll give you one more chance. It's not too late to admit your mistake now," Ye Zhiqiu said deeply.

Dai Mubai smiled disdainfully. "Mistake? What's a mistake? What's right? Defeat us first, then talk."

Ye Zhiqiu snorted. "Come at me together."

Before Ye Zhiqiu could act, Dai Mubai had already moved. His Second Soul Ring shone brilliantly as the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave blasted toward Ye Zhiqiu.

At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing flashed forward and attacked from the flank.

Tang San moved as well, charging toward Ye Zhiqiu from another direction.

The long hair atop Ma Hongjun's head trembled. His First Soul Ring lit up, and Phoenix Fire Line spewed from his mouth.

An Chen's First Soul Ring lit up. He aimed the mouth of the pot at his opponent, and Black Fog poured out, enveloping Ye Zhiqiu.

Several attacks struck at once, yet Ye Zhiqiu did not panic.

His First and Second Soul Rings lit up simultaneously. His body spun rapidly, exposing the turtle shell on his back as a black glow carrying intense cold spread outward.

Dark Water Ice Sealing.

The White Tiger Fierce Light Wave exploded against his back, but the Dark Turtle's defense truly lived up to its reputation. Ye Zhiqiu did not move an inch.

Tang San rushed near Ye Zhiqiu, and an icy chill hit him head-on.

He circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill to resist the cold as Blue Silver Grass wrapped toward Ye Zhiqiu from all directions.

Little Fatty's Phoenix Fire Line struck the turtle shell at an angle, Purple-Red Flame scorching the Turtle Shell.

Ye Zhiqiu felt a burst of heat on his back.

Just as the Blue Silver Grass was about to bind Ye Zhiqiu, dense Black Fog instantly shrouded him.

Ye Zhiqiu discovered that he could not see anything.

The Black Fog clung to him like a shadow, sticking to his body without spreading outward even a little, as if he were wearing a black robe that could not be shaken off.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure silently appeared in the blind spot behind his side. Her First Soul Skill, Hell Stab, activated and shot straight for his neck.

The Black Fog at level thirty still could not completely block the senses of someone above level fifty.

Ye Zhiqiu shrank his neck, retracting his entire head into his chest and dodging Zhu Zhuqing's strike.

Then his Third Soul Ring lit up, and he sprayed out a mouthful of mist that covered the Phoenix flames on his back.

The Purple-Red Flame was extinguished, and the chill spread again.

Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass, while Zhu Zhuqing struck the back of her claw against the shell and used the momentum to leap upward.

Dai Mubai arrived at that moment. Activating the White Tiger Protection Barrier, he swung his tiger claw toward Ye Zhiqiu's back.

Several dull impacts rang out. Ye Zhiqiu staggered two steps forward, then spun around quickly and spat a black icy stream at Dai Mubai.

Third Soul Skill, Dark Water Torrent.

"Detonate!" An Chen shouted softly at that moment.

The Shadow Mark on Ye Zhiqiu's body suddenly detonated. His entire body jolted, and he froze in place.

"Now." An Chen's voice was cold.

Dai Mubai leaped up, his tiger claw striking precisely at the center of Ye Zhiqiu's shell—the spot where the mark had just detonated.

Boom!

Ye Zhiqiu staggered forward from the shock.

"Damn it..."

He roared, twisting his body as he prepared to counterattack.

But the Black Fog still shrouded him.

An Chen's quiet voice reached Dai Mubai. "Left."

Dai Mubai dodged left without hesitation.

Sure enough, Ye Zhiqiu's counterattack came from the right and missed.

"Attack his back."

An Chen's voice rang out again.

Dai Mubai flashed forward, his tiger claw slamming heavily against the Turtle Shell.

Ye Zhiqiu's expression changed, and his body lurched forward again.

His Third Soul Ring lit up once more, just as he began gathering strength.

"Detonate!"

An Chen's Second Soul Ring lit up again, detonating the mark.

Ye Zhiqiu's Soul Skill was interrupted once again, and he fell into a dazed state.

"Focus fire."

An Chen gave the order.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun attacked at the same time, pouring out their Soul Skills.

After several loud explosions, Ye Zhiqiu was blasted into the air. Cracks began appearing across his shell.

He struggled to rise.

But at that moment, a figure leaped out. Xiao Wu had somehow circled behind him, activating her soft skill and directly locking his neck.

"Enough."

A deep voice sounded as a tall figure appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

"It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you resting? What are you doing out here?"

Tang San instinctively withdrew the hand resting at his waist.

Dai Mubai, who had been about to unleash his Third Soul Skill, also halted and flew backward.

An Chen drew the Black Fog back into the pot as well.

The newcomer was Zhao Wuji.

"Go back and sleep." Zhao Wuji did not even look at Ye Zhiqiu as he waved and ordered all the Shrek Academy students back to the hotel.

"Xiao Wu, let Ye Zhiqiu go."

Ye Zhiqiu said in a deep voice, "You must be a teacher of Shrek Academy. Your students insulted Canghui Academy just now. Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

"An explanation?" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly. "A bunch of trash."

With that, he walked straight toward Ye Zhiqiu. Without even using his Wuhun, he casually slapped out.

Enraged by his behavior, Ye Zhiqiu released Dark Water Ice Sealing with all his strength. Cold air swept outward as his body shifted instantly, his turtle shell meeting the attack.

But in the next moment, he was sent flying. Cracks covered his shell as he crashed more than thirty meters away.

"So it feels this good to slap people without using your Wuhun." Zhao Wuji muttered as he turned around.

Tang Hao didn't use his Wuhun when he slapped you either, did he? An Chen laughed inwardly.

Zhao Wuji then turned his gaze toward Ning Rongrong. "Why didn't you use your Wuhun to support everyone just now?"

Ning Rongrong blinked. "The timing wasn't right. No one knows that my Wuhun is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. If I activate it at a critical moment, the effect will be better."

Tang San nodded. "Catch them off guard and strike where they are unprepared. If Dai Mubai received boosts to both strength and speed while using White Tiger Vajra Transformation, that Dark Turtle wouldn't be able to bear the consequences."

Everyone nodded.

Zhao Wuji said deeply, "Remember this: you are one whole. You must help one another. With your talents, defeating Soul Masters somewhat stronger than yourselves won't be too difficult."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao."

Then everyone headed toward the hotel.