A Hundred-Year Soul Ring's Dimensionality-Reduction Strike? I Have a Three-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

In the clearing, the atmosphere bristled with drawn swords and bent bows.

Ma Hongjun snorted coldly, Soul Power surging beneath his feet.

A bright Yellow Soul Ring rose into view, pulsing around his plump body.

"A hundred-year soul ring!"

The surrounding Nuoding students immediately cried out in astonishment.

Among the crowd, Xiao Chenyu's expression turned especially bitter.

He instinctively touched his own Martial Soul, which he had yet to summon.

After all, as Nuoding City's former boss, his First Soul Ring was merely white.

This fatty looked like a ball of dirt.

Yet his First Soul Ring was already a hundred-year one?

Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Flender adjusted his glasses, a smug smile curling his lips.

This was a monster from Shrek.

Out in the world, especially somewhere as small as Nuoding City, he was nothing short of a dimensionality-reduction strike.

An existence that crushed his peers!

But the next second, before the smile on Flender's lips could fully blossom, it froze.

Across from him, Tang Tian remained expressionless, his hands still tucked into his trouser pockets.

Humm-

Without any warning.

Two rings of light rose from beneath his feet in succession.

The first was yellow.

Its color was deep, far surpassing Ma Hongjun's ring.

Before anyone could react, the second ring followed close behind-

Purple!

That was the noble purple signifying a thousand years!

Tang Tian glanced at the stunned crowd.

His tone was flat:

"Tang Tian, rank twenty-two, Control-Type Battle Spirit Master."

In truth, he did not know what type he counted as either.

He could take hits, dish them out, and exercise control too.

He might as well name one at random; to the strong, classifications were only for the weak to look at anyway.

At that moment, everyone went numb.

Flender's eyes widened, his breathing quickening: