He Beat Four of Them in Less Than an Incense Stick's Time. It Was Time for Yu Xiaogang to Leave

Ning Rongrong answered brightly, "Got it!"

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. She pushed off hard with her toes and shot across the grass toward Ma Hongjun on the right.

Xiao Wu bent her knees. Her third Soul Ring lit up, and she vanished from the spot.

Lin Xuan stood at the front of the team, flames rising from his left hand and cold mist spreading from his right. A green whirlwind roared around him.

Dai Mubai charged straight at him. Seeing Lin Xuan advance instead of retreat, he burst out laughing.

"You're just a support-type tool Soul Master, and you dare fight me head-on? You're asking for it!"

White light wrapped around Dai Mubai's fists as he swung at Lin Xuan's face.

Lin Xuan stepped aside, pressed the ice in his right hand against Dai Mubai's wrist, and drove the flames in his left hand into Dai Mubai's ribs. The whirlwind around him formed an air shield that absorbed the force of Dai Mubai's punch.

Bitter cold and searing fire erupted across Dai Mubai's body at once.

The cold froze his right arm mid-motion, while the flames burned a large charred hole through the side of his clothes.

His chest tightened. He stumbled back five or six steps before barely steadying himself. Frost coated his arm, yet his skin burned with pain.

"How is that possible?"

Dai Mubai shook his numb arm, astonishment written across his face.

On the raised platform, Flender adjusted his glasses and frowned deeply.

Yu Xiaogang looked even worse, his hands clenched at his sides.

A level-thirty-six support-type Soul Master had forced back a level-thirty-seven Assault-type Battle Soul Elder in a head-on clash of strength!

On the other side, Xiao Wu had used Teleportation to appear beside Tang San.

"Little San, let me see what you've learned this past month!"

With a sharp cry, Xiao Wu activated her second Soul Ring. Charm swept over Tang San.

Tang San had been on guard. He activated his Purple Demon Eye, violet light flashing in his eyes as he tried to drive off the mental interference.

But Lin Xuan's Clear Mind Talisman had nourished Xiao Wu for so long that her Spiritual Power was far more refined than that of other Soul Masters at her level.

Tang San's mind went blank for half a second.

That was all Xiao Wu needed to close in.

Fire and frost covered her hands. Bolstered twice over by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her fists moved fast enough to leave afterimages.

Tang San instinctively used his first Soul Skill, Blue Silver Grass Entanglement. The vines had barely touched Xiao Wu's hands before the flames burned them to ash. Frost froze the rest into brittle fragments, and two punches from Xiao Wu shattered them.

How did Xiao Wu get so strong in close combat?

Tang San could only retreat in disarray, using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to keep widening the distance.

The fight on the flank made less noise, but ended even faster.

When Ma Hongjun saw Zhu Zhuqing charging at him, he opened his mouth and fired a thick Phoenix Fireline straight at her.

"Hah! Have a taste of my evil fire!"

Zhu Zhuqing showed no expression. She did not even try to dodge.

Lin Xuan had placed a Fire-Suppressing Talisman on her beforehand. As the dark-red flames reached her, invisible ripples dissolved them completely.

Ma Hongjun froze. "Why isn't my fire working?"

The next instant, Zhu Zhuqing activated her first Soul Skill, Hell Stab.

Her clawed fingers cut through the air, carrying ice and raging wind.

She flashed past Ma Hongjun, then followed with her second Soul Skill, Hell Hundred Claws. A flurry of strikes landed squarely on his back.

Ma Hongjun had no time to defend himself. He flew away like a ball, slammed into the dirt ten meters away, rolled four or five times, and passed out.

With Ma Hongjun dealt with, Zhu Zhuqing turned and headed straight for Oscar in the rear.

Oscar still held two sausages he had just made. At the sight of Zhu Zhuqing rushing toward him with murder in her eyes, he dropped them and raised both hands high.

"I surrender! I'll step out of bounds myself!"

He sprinted past the white line marking the edge of the field, afraid that one second's delay would earn him a beating.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Xiaogang's four-person formation had lost two members.

At the center of the field, Dai Mubai's eyes went red.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Body-Protecting Barrier!"

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Dai Mubai activated his first and third Soul Skills in quick succession. His muscles swelled again, black tiger stripes spread across his forehead and arms, and a ferocious aura poured from him.

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

Dai Mubai opened his mouth and blasted a dazzling mass of white light at Lin Xuan.

Wind swirled beneath Lin Xuan's feet. He glided several meters back, light as a feather. The blast struck the ground and blew out a pit half a meter deep.

Dai Mubai pressed his advantage. With the doubled power of his third Soul Skill, he bore down on Lin Xuan.

His tiger claws tore through the air with a piercing whistle.

Lin Xuan used the Gale Talisman to boost his speed, dodging from side to side while the ice and flames in his hands repeatedly blocked Dai Mubai's heavy blows.

The physical enhancement of a beast Martial Soul after activating a thousand-year Soul Skill was formidable. Lin Xuan did not meet Dai Mubai's fierce assault head-on, but held his ground steadily.

Lin Xuan had over a thousand Great Fireball Talismans hidden in his Storage Ring. If he threw them all, even ten Dai Mubais would be blown to ash.

But this was a sparring match within the academy. The Great Fireball Talismans were a trump card he had saved for threats beyond it. There was no need to reveal them now.

The usual support and control offered by Talisman Control were more than enough to win this match.

Seeing Lin Xuan give ground and do nothing but defend, Dai Mubai laughed.

"Where's all that arrogance now? Weren't you acting tough? Support types are support types. You think you can compete with me?"

Lin Xuan remained calm. Even his breathing was steady.

Just as Dai Mubai was about to throw a punch with all his strength, Tang San's anxious shout came from behind him.

"Mubai, watch out! Fatty and Little Ao are already out!"

Dai Mubai's heart jolted. He glanced around.

Ma Hongjun lay motionless on the ground, Oscar was crouching outside the field and watching, and Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were closing in from either side.

"Damn it!"

Dai Mubai cursed under his breath and tried to step back to join Tang San.

"Leaving? Too late."

An ice-blue Frost Lock Talisman dissolved between Lin Xuan's fingers.

Three gleaming chains of ice burst from the ground and wrapped around Dai Mubai's thick legs. Freezing cold raced up past his knees.

Even with White Tiger Vajra Transformation active, Dai Mubai was rooted to the spot for two whole seconds.

Tang San saw it and knew they were in trouble.

He moved with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, turned his hands into Mysterious Jade Hands, and used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to stir the air around him, trying to force back Xiao Wu.

But Xiao Wu's Teleportation ignored his defenses.

With a swish, she slipped through the force Tang San had used to seal her off and appeared above him. Her legs locked around his neck like iron bands.

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"

Xiao Wu twisted her waist and hurled Tang San into the air.

Zhu Zhuqing had been waiting. With the Gale Talisman keeping her aloft, she leaped high, brought her claws together, and slammed them into Tang San's back.

Tang San crashed to the ground. The Blue Silver Grass in his hands dispersed completely. His face went pale, and he could not get up for a long while.

Against sheer speed, strength, and the combined power of multiple talismans, the four great Tang Sect Secret Techniques had been useless.

With Tang San down, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing lunged at Dai Mubai without hesitation while the ice chains still held him.

Behind them, Ning Rongrong pumped her little fists, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone even brighter.

"Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, give him a good beating!"

Xiao Wu's side kick struck Dai Mubai square in the face. Zhu Zhuqing's claws tore apart the remains of the Soul Power barrier over his chest.

Lin Xuan followed with a straight punch carried by the wind, striking Dai Mubai in the chest.

The blow shattered Dai Mubai's White Tiger Vajra Transformation. He flew more than ten meters and crashed into a muddy pit beyond the field. He let out a ragged breath and could no longer fight.

The entire field fell silent.

From start to finish, the match had lasted less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.

The four-person main team Yu Xiaogang had personally trained and carefully arranged had been utterly routed.

Ning Rongrong put away her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and skipped over to Lin Xuan, clapping her hands with a smug grin.

"So that's all Yu Xiaogang can do? Who's he trying to impress with that sour face every day?"

Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her Martial Soul and stood beside Lin Xuan, her breathing still steady.

Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips and pulled a face toward the east side of the field.

Lin Xuan brushed the dust from his wrist and walked to the center of the field. He looked up at Yu Xiaogang, whose face had gone deathly pale below the raised platform.

Flender stood beside Yu Xiaogang. He opened his mouth, but could not say a word.

Not far away, Tang San struggled into a sitting position. His expression was complicated, and he kept his head down, lost in thought.

Lin Xuan looked at Yu Xiaogang and smiled.

"Yu Xiaogang, the wager is settled."

"Are you ready to pack your things and get out of Shrek Academy?"