Yu Xiaogang frowned, his face full of confusion, still not knowing where he had gone wrong.
Flender smoothed things over, saying, "Please don't misunderstand, everyone. Xiaogang... is mainly limited by his own Martial Soul and cultivation level. He has never personally experienced the process of absorbing Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, so he inevitably missed some key points."
Flender tried to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"However, Xiaogang does indeed have unique insights and profound expertise in the basic theories of Martial Soul, the relationship between Soul Ring duration and Soul Skill."
Yu Xiaogang, however, seemed not to have heard Flender's explanation. He suddenly turned his head and pressed Flender, "Mental shock? Flender, explain yourself clearly, what exactly is this mental shock?"
Yu Xiaogang prides himself on being a theoretical Grandmaster, so naturally he won't allow anyone to challenge his theoretical authority, especially when a young man points it out in front of everyone.
Flender sighed inwardly and could only explain, " Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast possess a rudimentary form of intelligence, and their Soul Ring often retain a trace of lingering soul intent or fierce will. When absorbing a soul ring, in addition to the massive energy impacting the body, this lingering intent directly assaults the Soul Master's Sea of Consciousness. Those with insufficient mental fortitude and spiritual strength are easily affected, resulting in either failed absorption and soul damage, or even the loss of their mind. Therefore, when preparing to absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, mental preparation and protection are often more crucial than simply improving physical attributes."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face turned a deep purplish-red. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a word, his expression one of utter embarrassment.
Seeing his teacher being publicly humiliated, Tang San, who had been silent all along, suddenly revealed a fierce look in his eyes. His fingers seemed to be pulling a trigger, and if there was any further movement, Tang San might attack Tang Feng without hesitation at any moment.
But Tang Feng could not hide any of this from his senses. Tang Feng did not want to stay any longer, so he stopped looking at the distraught Yu Xiaogang and turned to Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, preparing to take them away.
However, at this moment,
"You surnamed Tang!" A low growl, suppressed with anger, rang out. Dai Mubai took a step forward, blocking Tang Feng's path, his hostile eyes fixed on him. "Want to take Zhu Zhuqing away? You'll have to get past me first!"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned, about to speak, but Tang Feng gently stopped her behind him.
Tang Feng glanced at the menacing Dai Mubai, a smirk playing on his lips, and teased, "Oh... I remember now. Aren't you the 'young master' who was at the Rose Hotel in Suotuo City that day, with twin sisters on either side of him? Tsk, you're really in high spirits."
"What? Tired of those twins?" Tang Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold. "You're no match for me. Get out of my way. If you insist on fighting and I hurt you, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand."
"How arrogant! If you're so capable, fight me fair and square, instead of just talking!" Dai Mubai was enraged when his shameful past was brought up in public, and his Soul Power fluctuated uncontrollably.
Tang Feng looked at Flender, his tone becoming somewhat impatient. "Dean Flender, the bet is over. I don't want to make things difficult for the Shrek Academy. I'm simply taking my friends to obtain their Soul Ring as agreed, and I'll send them back to the academy afterwards. I would appreciate your assistance, Dean."
Flender quickly calculated in his mind: Tang Feng looks younger than Mubai. Although his background is mysterious and he talks big, Mubai is, after all, a level 42 Battle Soul Ancestor, and his Martial Soul is the top-tier Evil Eye White Tiger. He has rich combat experience and is second to none among the students.
It would be good to let Mubai test Tang Feng's strength. If he could dampen Tang Feng's arrogance, that would be best; even if he couldn't defeat him, he could still see what Tang Feng's methods were like.
Furthermore, if the personal grudges between Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Tang Feng can be resolved within a controllable range during this opportunity, it will save future trouble.
Thinking of this, Flender pushed up his glasses, a smile appearing on his face, and said, "Young friend Tang Feng, since Mubai insists on sparring with you to settle some private misunderstandings, why don't you give Mubai a few pointers?"
Tang Feng glanced at Dai Mubai, who was eager and confident. It seemed that without showing some strength, it would be difficult to leave smoothly with his men today, and it would also be a good opportunity for some people to see the gap between them.
Tang Feng nodded. "Alright. Since Dean Flender has said so, I'll accompany him to stretch my muscles. So, tell me, how do we plan to fight?"
Seeing Tang Feng Dai Mubai accept the challenge, Dai Mubai's fighting spirit intensified. He arrogantly declared, "Let's use the rules of the Soul Fighting Arena: one-on-one Soul Fighting, each relying on their own abilities, until one side concedes defeat, falls to the ground, or loses their fighting capacity!"
"Okay," Tang Feng replied, turning around first and walking towards the training ground.
On the training field, everyone's eyes were focused on the two people who were about to confront each other.
The Soul Fighting Arena was spacious enough that Dai Mubai stepped into it first, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit and a burning desire for revenge. He roared, "White Tiger, possess me!"
The muscles around his body swelled instantly, the word "" loomed on his forehead, and four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, rose from his feet.
" Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Without hesitation, Dai Mubai activated his strongest amplification state. His already imposing figure grew even taller, his skin gleamed with a metallic sheen, and his strength and defense increased dramatically.
Tang Feng stood there unmoved, neither using his Martial Soul nor taking out any weapons.
Tang Feng was confident that with his terrifying physical strength, he could completely crush Dai Mubai had just reached the Soul Ancestor.
Dai Mubai, who couldn't wait any longer, slammed his right foot into the ground, and charged straight at Tang Feng like a cannonball.
Dai Mubai clenched his right fist and threw a punch.
This attack, devoid of any fancy moves, concentrated all of Dai Mubai's power, determined to crush his opponent in the most ferocious manner.
The fist, carrying Qian Jun's Strength, slammed into Tang Feng's chest!
Faced with this aggressive attack, Tang Feng simply stood still, without even moving an inch.
Tang Feng also prepared a punch, clashing with Dai Mubai's fist.
The instant the two fists collided,
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Dai Mubai felt as if his powerful punch, capable of splitting stone tablets, had struck an incredibly thick mountain wall. The recoil forced Dai Mubai back seven or eight steps before he stopped.
Tang Feng remained standing still, completely motionless.
Dai Mubai's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with disbelief. He held back no longer, his First Soul Ring lit up, " First Soul Skill, White Tiger Protection Barrier!" Dai Mubai's power surged by another 50%, and he attacked again.
Tang Feng didn't want to play with Dai Mubai anymore. He pushed off with his feet and charged at Dai Mubai at a terrifying speed.
Just as the two were about to collide, the expected loud crash or energy burst did not occur.
Tang Feng shifted his body to the right, deflecting most of Dai Mubai's punch.
Just as Dai Mubai's old power was exhausted and his new power had not yet been generated, he froze momentarily due to shock.
Tang Feng's right hand shot out as if by Teleportation, his five fingers instantly piercing through Dai Mubai's protective Soul Power, breaking through the defensive shield of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation and the White Tiger Protection Barrier, and gripping Dai Mubai's neck like an iron clamp!
"Ugh!" Dai Mubai tightened, and he felt a strong sense of suffocation.
Dai Mubai instinctively struggled frantically, unleashing his Soul Power, his tiger claws grabbing at Tang Feng's arm, and his legs kicking wildly, trying to break free.
But it was all in vain.
Tang Feng's arm remained as steady as a rock, completely still.
All of Dai Mubai's struggles seemed so pale and powerless under Tang Feng's absolute control.
Tang Feng didn't even bother to look at Dai Mubai's face, which was flushed red with suffocation and shock, and simply swung his arm casually towards the sidelines.
Dai Mubai's burly body was thrown through the air without any resistance, tracing a messy arc before crashing heavily onto the hard ground more than ten meters away with a "boom," rolling several times before barely coming to a stop.
Dai Mubai lay on the ground, coughing violently, trying to prop himself up, but he couldn't muster the strength for a moment. The imposing presence of the Evil Eye White Tiger was gone, leaving only utter disarray and defeat.
Silence, a deathly silence, enveloped the entire training ground.
From the moment Dai Mubai unleashed his Soul Skill and charged forward to the moment Tang Feng grabbed him by the neck with one hand and threw him out of the arena, the entire process took only two moves.
Throughout the entire process, Tang Feng's Martial Soul never manifested, his Soul Ring never lit up, and he didn't even use any obvious Soul Skill or weapons.
He defeated Dai Mubai, a level 42 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor, with his speed, strength, and skill alone, in a clean and decisive manner.