Tournament Registration

Ghost Tiger is very good at hiding.

The Shrek group followed the footprints for half the night, seeing the dark figure three times, but each time it escaped by using the trees. Zhu Zhuqing was not in a hurry; she walked in front, remembering where Ghost Tiger turned each time, and also remembering its habit of circling back from the right.

As dawn approached, the Ghost Tiger appeared for the fourth time.

It pounced from the treetops towards the back of the group, its target Oscar who had just absorbed his Spirit Ring. Zhu Zhuqing was already waiting on the right side, and her Hell Stab darted out from behind the tree, its claws landing precisely on Ghost Tiger's shoulder.

Ghost Tiger turned around in pain, his body splitting into three black shadows in mid-air.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't chase the shadow; she just stared at the ground.

None of the three dark figures bent the grass, but a withered branch broke in the empty space on the far left. Her third Spirit Ring lit up, Nether Slash cut directly into the empty space.

The Ghost Tiger's true form was forced out.

After landing, it did not continue to flee. Black Soul Power ignited along its limbs, and three shadows pounced on Zhu Zhuqing at the same time. Its true form was hidden among the shadows, and even its aura was divided into four parts.

Zhu Zhuqing stood still until the four Ghost Tiger rushed into the three-zhang range before she moved.

She first took half a step to the right, avoiding the first sharp claw, her body sliding close to the tiger's belly. The second dark shadow bit from behind, but she didn't even turn her head. She swung her Nether Slash in a backhand motion, and the shadow scattered on the spot.

The third one is also fake.

The Ghost Tiger used two attacks to circle around to her head, its sharp claws aimed straight for her shoulder and neck. Zhu Zhuqing slightly bent her knees and suddenly moved forward. The Ghost Tiger's pounce only shattered the afterimage she left behind.

"Found you."

The Nether Hundred Claws erupted from below, all the claw shadows landing on the Ghost Tiger's belly.

Tang San's Blue Silver Cage rose up, blocking all its escape routes. Zhu Zhuqing and Ghost Tiger exchanged blows continuously inside the cage, their claw shadows moving too fast to see. The final strike slashed across Ghost Tiger's neck, ending the chase.

A six-thousand-year-old Spirit Ring rises.

Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged to absorb the energy. The foundation laid by the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone was very stable. An hour later, the fourth purple Spirit Ring fell into her Martial Soul, and her Soul Power reached level forty-one.

"Fourth Spirit Skill, Nether Shadow Clone"

Three streaks of Zhu Zhuqing simultaneously shot out from their original spot, each carrying a real claw-like wind. If Jing Ling were to see this, she would most likely add another item to her training schedule.

Having obtained all four Spirit Rings, the group left Sunset Forest that same day.

On the way back to the city, Tang San rearranged the four's new Soul Skill into the strategy. Dai Mubai was responsible for the area-of-effect attack, Tang San added crowd control, Oscar provided short-term all-attribute buffs, and Zhu Zhuqing also had a shadow clone that was difficult to distinguish from the real one. The four Soul Skills could be linked together to form a complete offensive.

After listening, Yuan Yu only asked one question, "What should I do?"

Tang San glanced at him. "If you go on stage, break up their formation first."

"Still four characters?"

"Feel free to improvise."

Yuan Yu sighed, "You're getting more and more relaxed being the one in control."

Five days later, Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

The registration for the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academy has entered its final day, and the square is filled with young Soul Master wearing different school uniforms. Blazing Fire Academy is all in crimson, Skywater Academy is mainly ice blue, Godwind Academy's blue and white robes are the most eye-catching, and the group of tall youths from the Elephant Armor Academy stand out in the crowd, a full head taller than everyone else.

Shrek's clothes have just been altered.

Flender originally wanted to have the sponsors' names printed all over his chest, but Liu Erlong rejected it on the spot. In the end, he only kept the black background with silver trim and the Shrek monster pattern. Yuan Yu was not used to wearing black, so he still wore a White-Clad over his clothes, and the Sun Wheel Blade at his waist was still in the same position.

As Ma Hongjun entered the square, he looked around and thought, "At least this time the clothes are presentable."

Oscar said, "The Dean lost a lot of money; he was so upset last night that he didn't eat dinner."

Flender, who was walking ahead, turned around. "I can hear you."

Shrek was quickly called at the Registration Office.

The middle-aged teacher in charge of verification first looked at the college names, then at the ages on the list, his brows furrowing more and more deeply.

"Captain Dai Mubai, 15 years old, level 42. Tang San, 12 years old, level 41. Yuan Yu, 12 years old..."

He stopped reading here.

"Level 65?"

Several surrounding teams turned their heads at the same time.

Yuan Yu placed the ID card on the table. "I was just promoted recently."

The middle-aged teacher picked up the ID card and looked at it twice. "Twelve years old, level sixty-five, Six-Ring Soul Emperor? Your academy filled in the wrong level; disqualification is the least of your worries."

A student from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy nearby chuckled, "Level 65? That's a more plausible story. Reaching Soul Ancestor at twelve is already considered top genius in the empire."

Ma Hongjun turned to look at him. "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you don't have it?"

"I only trust tournament certifications." The man glanced at the Shrek Academy team's black uniforms. "Ranting out a few fake Spirit Ring won't scare anyone."

Dai Mubai's evil eyes turned cold, and he took half a step forward. Tang San reached out to stop him, his gaze falling on Yuan Yu.

Yuan Yu wasn't angry; he simply handed the Wine Gourd to Oscar.

"Hold this for me, don't spill it."

Flender had anticipated this hurdle and was about to retrieve the joint certification from the Spirit Hall and the Soul Master Association when Yuan Yu took a step forward.

Six God-given Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet.

The Spirit Ring, each a different color, had pale gold patterns along their outer edges, and six auras—water, fire, lightning, wind, rock, and rosy clouds—spread out in sequence. The papers on the registration table were lifted by the wind, and a ring of Water Pattern appeared on the surface of the ink. The stone pillar next to it also trembled slightly as the Rock Pattern fell.

The noisy square quickly quieted down.

The Royal Academy student who had spoken earlier turned pale, not daring to release his Martial Soul. As the Flame Pattern lit up, several Fire-Attribute Soul Master around him retreated one after another; Thunder Pattern swept across the ground, and arcs of electricity jumped from the cracks in the Bluestone.

Yuan Yu didn't strike anyone; his level 65 Soul Power had silenced everyone near the registration platform.

In the Blazing Fire Academy team, a red-haired girl turned around. She was tall and slender, with an undisguised arrogance in her eyes. Her gaze first fell on the six Spirit Rings, then on the Flame Pattern on the Sun Wheel Blade.

Huo Wu.

Huo Wushuang, standing beside her, also stopped joking. "Six rings, or even a multi-elemental Tool Martial Soul."

On the other side, Feng Xiaotian of the Godwind Academy stared at the Wind Pattern that had not yet dissipated at Yuan Yu's feet, his eyes lighting up.

At the forefront of the Skywater Academy team, Shui Bing'er didn't rush to speak. She observed more closely than the others; Yuan Yu released all six elements simultaneously without any clashes, Water Pattern and Flame Pattern even adhered to the same blade.

The teacher's hand holding the pen froze for a moment.

He checked the Spirit Hall seal on the identity card again and then called over the Chief Tournament Examiner. The chief judge was a Soul Douluo who sensed Yuan Yu's Soul Power from just a few steps away and stamped the list directly.

"Level 65 confirmed. Shrek Academy, registration approved."

The murmurs in the square suddenly burst forth.

The message quickly spread outside the square. Several academy leaders took out paper and pens and drew a double circle behind the Shrek Academy.

Feng Xiaotian was the first to squeeze to the front, his gaze fixed on the Wind Pattern on the Sun Wheel Blade: "Yuan Yu, you absolutely must participate when we encounter Godwind Academy in the Preliminary Tournament."

Yuan Yu took back the Wine Gourd: "Let's see how the lottery is arranged, and also how the mistresses are ranked."

"You can't make your own decisions?"

"The team has a primary point guard. I only take charge when I'm on the court."

Feng Xiaotian became even more interested after hearing this. "Then I'll wait for you to go on stage."

A twelve-year-old Soul Emperor.

This level of competition would have been enough to determine the champion in previous tournaments. Shrek Academy, which was previously unknown, was remembered by all the teams with just one registration form.

Yuan Yu retrieved his Spirit Ring and picked up the Tournament Badge from the table.

Huo Wu stepped out from the Blazing Fire team. "Your Flame Pattern are also fire-attribute?"

"I suppose so."

"If we meet in the competition, I'll test your fire."

Yuan Yu laughed and said, "Alright. But let's make it clear first, if the clothes get burned, we'll each pay for them ourselves."

Huo Wu paused for a moment, then scoffed, "Who's going to pay for your clothes?"

Shui Bing'er heard this from behind, and her lips twitched slightly.

The draw results were quickly posted on the platform.

The Shrek members squeezed to the front and saw their names in the first row.

First Round of the Preliminary Tournament.

Shrek Academy vs. Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team.

A young man in the Royal Academy team uniform stood not far away, and smiled after watching the draw.

"A newly renamed commoners' academy dares to participate in the competition. Give us one minute tomorrow, and it'll be enough to send you packing."

Dai Mubai glanced over coldly.

Yuan Yu took Wine Gourd from his waist and turned to ask Tang San, "Should we keep track of his time tomorrow?"

Tang San looked at the competition schedule, a hint of coldness creeping into his eyes.

"Can."

"Just one minute."