Stop! This Spar Ends Here!

Dai Mubai strode forward, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes, though he still cupped his hands politely.

"Brother Ning Ze, my apologies."

"These are the academy's rules. It's not that I'm trying to make things difficult for you. Blades and swords have no eyes, so be careful when we start trading blows."

Before he finished speaking, an evil gleam flared in Dai Mubai's eyes, and his bones crackled.

"White Tiger, possess me!"

"Boom—!"

White light burst forth, his muscles swelled, and his hands transformed into tiger claws.

Three soul rings rose beneath his feet.

Yellow! Yellow! Purple!

Level thirty-seven, an Assault-Type Battle Soul Elder!

As soon as the third purple soul ring lit up, the crowd erupted.

"Heavens, a Soul Elder above level thirty!"

"His third soul ring is already a thousand-year one. That pressure is terrifying!"

Dai Mubai enjoyed the reactions. Looking down at Ning Ze, he bared his teeth in a grin.

Yet the white-robed youth standing opposite him remained perfectly straight. He let the White Tiger's Soul Power bear down on him without changing expression, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

The sunlight fell glaringly bright over the muddy ground at the village entrance. The air was wound tight, and even the wind could not disperse the scent of gunpowder.

"Brother Ning Ze, take this!"

Dai Mubai let out a wild roar and struck first.

Those two purple thousand-year soul rings were simply too eye-catching. Dai Mubai sounded disdainful, but inwardly, he was uneasy.

Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone with Ning Rongrong watching—he had to win this fight cleanly and decisively.

"First Soul Skill—White Tiger Body Barrier!"

With a hum, the first yellow soul ring lit up, and white light condensed into a protective barrier around him.

His attack and defense both increased by fifty percent.

The dirt beneath his feet exploded.

Dai Mubai lunged forward, tiger claws glinting coldly. The shriek of tearing wind pierced the ears as he went straight for Ning Ze's chest!

"What domineering speed!"

The crowd cried out. The timid ones had already shut their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the white-robed youth being torn apart.

At the center of the storm, Ning Ze still wore a smile.

With the tiger claw only three inches from his face, his foot slid aside and he turned, his robe billowing in a sweep of white.

His right hand rose with the motion. Pink-gold Soul Power rippled from his palm as he caught Dai Mubai's wrist.

"Use four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds."

"Smack!"

A crisp crack rang out.

Dai Mubai's claw strike was like slapping slick silk. Its force was diverted at once, and he staggered several steps forward with the momentum.

"What?!"

He steadied himself, the muscles on his face twitching.

In one exchange, he had not even touched the other man's clothes, and had nearly been thrown off balance?

What utter humiliation!

A vicious glint flared in Dai Mubai's eyes. Without giving Ning Ze a chance to catch his breath, the second yellow soul ring lit up again.

"Second Soul Skill—White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a milky-white orb of light as thick as an arm. It blasted low across the ground, sending dirt flying in its wake as it rushed straight at Ning Ze's face!

Instead of retreating, Ning Ze advanced.

His right hand swept through the air, and a translucent pink-gold heart-shaped barrier appeared before him.

"Bang—!"

The White Tiger Fierce Light Wave struck the heart-shaped barrier with a deafening boom.

The seemingly fragile halo merely rippled in widening circles before swallowing every trace of Soul Power whole.

"Boom!"

When the aftershock faded,

Ning Ze stood with his hands behind his back, not even a strand of hair out of place.

Tang San narrowed his eyes, his Purple Demon Eyes fixed on the sacred Soul Power circulating around Ning Ze.

"What exquisite control of Soul Power... That martial soul's power is sacred and pure, with absurdly powerful resilience. It could even forcibly dissipate the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave?"

Ning Rongrong clapped and laughed. "Well fought! Go, Ning Ze! Flatten that big white cat!"

Xiao Wu held her face in her hands and secretly thought, He's not just good-looking. Even the way he fights looks good...

All the cheers were for Ning Ze.

Dai Mubai felt as though his lungs were about to explode from rage.

A dignified level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder, Shrek's Evil-Eyed White Tiger, was being toyed with like a dog by a twelve-year-old Soul Grandmaster who had merely come to enroll?

If word got out, how was he supposed to show his face at Shrek afterward?!

"Ahhh! Ning Ze! You forced me to do this!"

Dai Mubai's eyes went completely red as he frantically drove his Soul Power.

The deep purple soul ring beneath his feet erupted with blinding light!

"Third Soul Skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation!!"

"Roar—!!"

The tiger's roar made everyone's eardrums go numb. Dai Mubai's already burly body grew another size, his muscles bulging in dense knots. His golden fur faded completely into pure white, and a savage aura pressed down upon the entire crowd until they could barely breathe.

His attack, defense, and strength all doubled for half an hour.

"Die!!"

Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot as he swung his fists, sending claw shadows across the sky while raining blows down on Ning Ze like a madman.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every punch blasted a deep crater into the ground.

Yet Ning Ze moved as though taking a stroll through his own courtyard, swaying aside with every strike.

Whenever he could not dodge, a lift of his palm and pink-gold Soul Power dissolved the force.

After dozens of punches, Dai Mubai had not even brushed a single hair on Ning Ze.

Dai Mubai finally lost it. He leaped backward to pull away, his chest heaving violently as he pointed at Ning Ze and roared:

"Ning Ze! Are you even a fucking man?! Do you only know how to hide like a turtle?! If you've got guts, stop dodging and take one of my attacks head-on!"

Watching Dai Mubai stomp about in desperation, Ning Ze found it somewhat amusing and shook his head.

He had intended to exchange a few casual moves and finish the assessment, but since this man was so eager for a beating, there was no reason for him to hold back.

"Since Young Master Dai has asked so sincerely, it would seem rather ungracious of me not to strike back."

Ning Ze smiled, and his gaze changed with it.

He stepped forward. The second deep-purple soul ring blazed brilliantly, accompanied by a clear cry of phoenix and roar of dragon.

"Second Soul Skill—Cupid's Blessing: Raging Tide!"

"Hum—!!"

A pillar of pink-gold light shot into the sky, enveloping his entire body.

A sacred pressure spread outward. Every bone in Ning Ze's body began to hum, as though thunder were rolling within him.

His strength, agility, and explosive power all surged by twofold.

His attacks gained absolute penetration and sacred armor-piercing power.

"Boom!"

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the bluestone beneath his feet.

"What kind of speed is that?!"

Dai Mubai's vision blurred.

The white-robed youth who had been ten meters away a moment ago was suddenly standing right in front of him.

He was so fast that the eye could not follow him.

"Young Master Dai, get ready."

Ning Ze clenched his fist.

Pink-gold light condensed at the tip of his fist. There were no tricks to it—he simply threw a straight punch.

"Block it for me!!"

Feeling the destructive aura within that punch, Dai Mubai's scalp went numb. He pushed the White Tiger Vajra Transformation to its limit, crossed his arms before his chest, and piled every last bit of Soul Power into a desperate defense.

"Dong—!!"

Fist met arms with a muffled, bell-like boom.

The protective barrier Dai Mubai had been so proud of tore apart like a sheet of thin paper beneath the pink-gold fist wind.

The armor-piercing force made his arms crack and creak, driving him straight backward several steps.

The fist carried lingering force, on the verge of striking Dai Mubai squarely in the chest.

"Stop! This spar ends here!"

A loud shout exploded through the air.

Li Yusong's figure cut between them. With a sweep of his Dragon-Pattern Staff, Soul Power at the Soul Emperor level surged forth and formed a wall of air, forcibly blocking the lingering force of Ning Ze's punch.