Less than a Second, One Move!

"I came to apply for a teaching position."

Hu Liena looked Qian Renxue up and down several times.

She was in her early twenties and had an extraordinary air about her. She certainly looked like a teacher.

But Hu Liena hadn't heard anything about Dream Academy recruiting teachers.

"Name."

"Qian Renxue."

Qian Renxue?

Hu Liena's brows knitted even tighter.

That name sounded so familiar.

"Level sixty-one. My martial soul is the Six-Winged Angel."

Holy crap, the Six-Winged Angel?

Even Hu Liena's breathing changed.

"You're...!"

"Yes."

Qian Renxue didn't deny it.

She had come as her true self this time.

Ning Rongrong had just returned from outside when she happened to hear the words "Six-Winged Angel." She froze.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had dealt with Spirit Hall before. Of course she knew what the Six-Winged Angel meant.

The previous Supreme Pontiff's martial soul. The Qian Family bloodline.

Spirit Hall's young mistress.

Soto Great Soul Arena.

Tang San stood at the lounge window, looking down at the Soul Fighting Arena below.

His expression was calm, but the depths of his eyes were anything but.

Yesterday, he had been reborn.

In his previous life, Xiao Wu had died in the Divine Realm. His eyes had turned bloodshot as he threw back his head and howled, "Xiao Wu, my beloved, why did you leave me!"

He had sworn he would bring his beloved back to life.

Yet he had been reborn, returning to the year when Xiao Wu was still alive and he had just entered Shrek.

After his rebirth, however, he discovered that many things had changed.

Xiao Wu hadn't become his little sister. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing hadn't come to Shrek either. Instead, they had turned around and joined Dream Academy, which hadn't even existed in his previous life.

And all these changes pointed to one person.

Shi Meng.

In his previous life, he had never met Shi Meng.

Yet this very wild card had caused Xiao Wu to leave him. Eliminate him. I must eliminate him!

"San, what are you thinking about?"

Dai Mubai pushed the door open and entered.

"Nothing."

Tang San shook his head.

"Did you watch my death match just now?"

Dai Mubai nodded.

"I did. You're certainly strong, but can the cultivation method you gave us really help us grow stronger faster?"

"I have no reason to lie."

Just last night, he had taught Dai Mubai and the others his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Without Shi Meng as a wild card, he would never have been willing to share it.

Shrek was still too weak, and now it was missing Ning Rongrong and the other two girls.

If they didn't grow stronger quickly, he would have trouble carrying out his subsequent plans.

Although he had returned through rebirth, his soul power was still low. He couldn't use many of his methods, so he still needed everyone's help.

As for Yu Xiaogang's teaching, the reborn Tang San felt there was no longer any need for it.

"Brother San! Boss Dai! Come look!"

Just then, Ma Hongjun pushed the door open and entered.

"There's a level forty-nine Soul Ancestor in the main arena challenging a level fifty-three Soul King!"

Hearing that, Dai Mubai couldn't help scoffing.

"Forty-nine challenging fifty-three? Is he asking to die?"

"That Soul Ancestor is from Dream Academy. His name is Shi Meng."

Dai Mubai was utterly bewildered.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.

Shi Meng? Level forty-nine?

He remembered that, at this age in his previous life, he had only been level twenty-nine.

How on earth did Shi Meng manage that? Could he be cheating?

"Let's go take a look."

The main Soul Fighting Arena.

The spectator stands were packed.

Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, and Xiao Wu were all in Dream Academy's seating section.

Zhu Zhuqing sat in a corner with a calm expression, her fingers tightening slightly around the railing.

Zhu Zhuyun sat beside her, frowning at the match information.

"Level forty-nine against level fifty-three? Is everyone at your Dream Academy this crazy?"

She had arrived at the academy less than half a day ago and had already found herself watching Shi Meng fight.

And his opponent was a level fifty-three Soul King?

To Zhu Zhuyun, he was overestimating himself.

"Zhu Zhuqing, can this honorary dean of yours, Shi Meng, really pull it off?"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled without answering.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn't dare say. But this was Shi Meng.

"He can!"

Zhu Zhuyun froze.

She's that certain?

Could this little sister of mine have...

At that thought, she narrowed her eyes at Zhu Zhuqing.

Could my little sister have fallen for him?

On the fighting stage.

Shi Meng stood on one side of the platform, his hands in his pockets and his expression utterly languid.

Opposite him stood a burly man in his thirties, with a hulking build, a scar on his face, and a vicious gaze.

"Level fifty-three. Soul King. Liu Guiji."

The burly man flexed his wrists.

"Kid, you're level forty-nine, and I'm fifty-three. That's a four-level gap. I'd advise you to surrender before you get hurt."

Shi Meng yawned.

"No need. Just get on with it."

Liu Guiji burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! You really don't know what's good for you. Today, your grandpa here will show you what a gap in strength looks like!"

A massive iron hammer appeared in his hand, and soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

The optimal soul ring configuration!

Cries of astonishment swept through the stands.

A level fifty-three Soul King with the optimal soul ring configuration.

And this level forty-nine Soul Ancestor actually dared to challenge him?

In the stands, Zhu Zhuyun frowned again.

"Zhu Zhuqing, his opponent has the optimal soul ring configuration. Can he really do this?"

Zhu Zhuqing ignored her and kept watching Shi Meng below.

The referee walked to the center.

"One-on-one soul fighting, begin!"

The whistle sounded, and Liu Guiji was just about to raise his iron hammer.

Only to find that Shi Meng had already vanished from his spot.

Holy shit!

Alarm jolted through him, and he immediately took a defensive stance.

But it was already too late.

Shi Meng's figure flashed, appearing right before him, and he slashed out with his sword!

First soul skill, Temporal Sequence Slash!

Before Liu Guiji could react at all, he was sent flying backward and crashed heavily outside the fighting stage.

A crack stretched across the stage floor from beneath Shi Meng's feet to where Liu Guiji had been standing.

The entire exchange had taken less than a second. Even the referee's whistle had yet to fade.

The battle was already over!

The referee froze in place. Only after several seconds did he recover.

"Dream Academy, Shi Meng wins!"

"Holy shit! Holy shit?"

At that moment, cries of "holy shit" rang out through the stands.

Level forty-nine had defeated a level fifty-three Soul King in a second?

No, it hadn't even taken a second!

That was fucking bizarre.

In Dream Academy's seating section, Ning Rongrong leaped up in excitement.

"Shi Meng won!"

Zhu Zhuyun's eyes went wide.

"Zhu Zhuqing, he..."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and answered with only a quiet "Mm."

But Zhu Zhuyun could hear it.

Brief though that sound was, it brimmed with approval and pride.

Zhu Zhuyun fell silent.

She looked back at Shi Meng on the fighting stage.

The youth was still standing in the same spot, his hands tucked back into his pockets and his expression languid, as though that fight had been nothing more than a warm-up.

High in the stands, Sword Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, a flicker of astonishment passing through his eyes.

Defeating a level fifty-three Soul King in an instant at level forty-nine-and one with the optimal soul ring configuration, no less. In all his years, he had never heard of talent like this.

What stirred him even more was that ability to turn a finger into a sword.

He truly wanted to take the boy as his disciple. Unfortunately, Shi Meng was Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

His old grudges against Spirit Hall remained a thorn lodged in his heart.

What a pity.