"Ah, brother, you're on your own."
"I'll have a Big Sausage ready for you!"
Hearing this, Oscar put on a comical display of tears and sobs.
Jin Jiuxiao did not correct the mistake in Oscar's words and stood opposite Zhao Wuji.
"Dean Flender, Teacher Zhao Wuji, my assessment requires me to go all out, right?"
Jin Jiuxiao confirmed the assessment requirements once more.
"That's right," Flender affirmed.
Zhao Wuji stretched his limbs again as well. "That's right. As long as your strength satisfies me, you pass, kid."
"Come at me with everything you've got."
Meanwhile, the others gathered together.
Dai Mubai asked, somewhat puzzled, "Little Oscar, aren't you older than Jin Jiuxiao?"
"You don't even object when he calls you Little Oscar?"
Oscar was unconcerned. "It doesn't matter. He's a Battle Soul Master, and I'm a support-type Soul Master. He's stronger than me."
"Besides, he's my good brother!"
"We're fucking brothers. Jiuxiao can call me whatever he wants."
Dai Mubai could not help rolling his eyes. "Yes, yes, good brothers."
Tang San and the others were curious about what had happened. "Mubai, what's with those two...?"
Dai Mubai promptly explained the earlier events to them, without concealing Oscar's soul incantation either.
Unsurprisingly, a trace of distaste appeared on all their faces.
Seeing this, Oscar shrugged helplessly and said nothing more.
It did not matter. Jin Jiuxiao did not disdain his Martial Soul, anyway.
Once there was a first person, what the others thought really did not matter as much.
Jin Jiuxiao's voice drew everyone's attention.
"Jin Jiuxiao. Elemental Elf Martial Soul: Rey."
Jin Jiuxiao summoned his Martial Soul and completed Martial Soul Possession. "Rank fifty Battle Soul Ancestor. Please instruct me."
"What rank?!"
"Rank fifty?!"
Hearing that rank, everyone present stared with their eyes and mouths wide open.
They wondered whether something was wrong with their ears.
Flender was so frightened that he even stumbled several steps backward. "Rank fifty at twelve and a half..."
"Only one Soul Ring away from becoming a Soul King..."
"What extraordinary talent is this?!"
This was too fucking terrifying!
"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit!!"
"Holy shit!!!"
As Jin Jiuxiao's Soul Rings appeared one after another.
Black, black, black-three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings circled his body.
Until that final streak of scarlet lit up.
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring..." Flender's vision went black, and he toppled backward.
He fell stiffly, hitting the ground hard.
Of his first four Soul Rings, three were Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, and one was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring...
This Soul Ring configuration completely rewrote Flender's worldview.
Unable to take such an intense shock all at once, Flender actually fainted from fright.
Because he had read Yu Xiaogang's book, The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls!
Jin Jiuxiao's Soul Ring configuration could not even be described as exceeding the age limits.
This was something utterly impossible!
Dai Mubai and the other students had no attention to spare for helping Flender. They were all rooted to the spot.
A twelve-and-a-half-year-old rank fifty Soul Ancestor, with three black Soul Rings and one red.
Never mind them never having seen it-even history had never recorded such a heaven-defying configuration!
Zhao Wuji swallowed, his throat somewhat dry. "Jin... Jin Jiuxiao, are those Soul Rings all real?"
"If they aren't real, could they possibly be fake?"
A smile touched the corners of Jin Jiuxiao's eyes. "Teacher Zhao, if you don't dare attack, you can just admit defeat."
Zhao Wuji forced himself to maintain his imposing manner. "Admit defeat? So what if your Soul Ring configuration defies the heavens?!"
"Right now, you're still just a Soul Ancestor who hasn't broken through to Soul King!"
The Great Strength Vajra Bear possessed him, and seven Soul Rings appeared in succession.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Yet this Soul Ring configuration fell far short of Jin Jiuxiao's.
His fifth, sixth, and seventh Soul Rings were even slightly younger than Jin Jiuxiao's first three.
Their black was not as deep as that of Jin Jiuxiao's first three rings.
The older a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was, the deeper its black became.
"Let me see whether your strength is as heaven-defying as your Soul Rings!" Zhao Wuji flashed in front of Jin Jiuxiao and unleashed a punch charged with power.
Yet Jin Jiuxiao caught that punch steadily with one hand.
He did not even shift in the slightest.
"Teacher Zhao, haven't you eaten?" Jin Jiuxiao's tone was light and casual.
It was as though he really were asking whether Zhao Wuji had eaten.
Humiliation?
No, it was complete indifference.
Jin Jiuxiao's current strength already far surpassed Zhao Wuji's.
The strength Zhao Wuji took such pride in truly amounted to little before Jin Jiuxiao, whose physical body had reached the Titled Douluo level.
He tried to pull his hand free, only to discover that nothing he did worked.
"Seventh Soul Skill-Martial Soul Avatar!"
Zhao Wuji could no longer stand it and activated his Martial Soul Avatar outright.
All his attributes surged.
Jin Jiuxiao's gaze sharpened, and he raised his leg, kicking Zhao Wuji in the chest.
The tremendous force drove Zhao Wuji back dozens of meters.
Zhao Wuji's feet plowed two furrows through the ground before he barely steadied himself. "How can your body possibly be this strong?!"
"Teacher Zhao, have you ever been kicked by lightning?"
Azure lightning burst from Jin Jiuxiao's body.
His short golden hair floated slightly.
A streak of golden lightning flashed through his golden eyes.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Wuji did not quite understand Jin Jiuxiao's words.
But in the next instant, he knew.
"Lightning Speed."
Jin Jiuxiao seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning.
Bang!
Zhao Wuji had not even seen when Jin Jiuxiao arrived in front of him.
Much less could he see exactly how Jin Jiuxiao swung that whipping kick.
The whipping kick carried the momentum granted by extreme speed.
Combined with Jin Jiuxiao's already incomparably powerful physical strength, it knocked Zhao Wuji's feet off the ground and sent him flying sideways.
Only a burst of azure lightning remained where he had stood.
Moving even faster, Jin Jiuxiao arrived ahead of Zhao Wuji along his flight path.
His right leg kicked upward, striking Zhao Wuji's chin.
The kick made Zhao Wuji's eyes roll white, his mind descending into chaos as he lost the ability to think.
His entire body flew into the sky.
At extreme speed, Jin Jiuxiao continuously struck Zhao Wuji from every angle.
Tang San and the others could not see Jin Jiuxiao's figure at all.
They could only see streak after streak of lightning bursting against Zhao Wuji's body.
Like a ball, he was battered back and forth by Jin Jiuxiao, unable to reach the ground.
Even after activating Purple Demon Eye, Tang San could only catch a fleeting afterimage.
He could not pinpoint Jin Jiuxiao's location at all.
His strength... how did it become this great...?
Tang San truly could not understand.
In just four years, Jin Jiuxiao had cultivated to this level...
Did that make any sense?