The people from Blazing Fire Academy and Ning Fengzhi's group of three found this more and more interesting.
Beiming Yuan looked young, a few years younger than Yu Tianheng, perhaps even the same age as Ning Rongrong.
At his age, even a genius should only be a Soul Elder.
Yu Tianheng wanted to spar with Beiming Yuan? Interesting!
"Him?"
Beiming Yuan glanced at Yu Tianheng beside him and shook his head. "Too weak. Have all seven of them come at me together."
"What did you say?!" Yu Tianheng's face darkened, and he was deeply displeased.
His teammates beside him also looked furious.
Beiming Yuan was far too arrogant!
"All right."
Xue Qinghe, however, nodded in agreement.
"Good. You're much more straightforward than this old man who can only rage impotently." Beiming Yuan smiled faintly, taking another jab at Prince Xue Xing.
He simply disliked Prince Xue Xing and wanted to pick a fight.
"Bastard..."
Prince Xue Xing was so angry his lungs were about to burst.
Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered, and he immediately stood up for Prince Xue Xing. "Young master, you're being far too rude. If you lose this match, please apologize to my imperial uncle!"
That was what Xue Qinghe said, but inwardly he was delighted.
Beiming Yuan's actions had been nothing short of a godlike assist. After today, his identity as the "First Prince" would surely command an exceedingly high standing at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Meng Shenji and the others wore strange expressions. As far as they knew, Xue Qinghe and Prince Xue Xing were not on good terms.
Yet Xue Qinghe could actually present a united front against an outsider and stand up for his imperial uncle, Prince Xue Xing. His grasp of the bigger picture was far better than Xue Xing's.
Prince Xue Xing's face was gloomy, and he was both angry and frustrated.
"No apology. If I lose, I'll just turn hostile," Beiming Yuan said calmly.
"..." Everyone's lips twitched, stunned by Beiming Yuan's words.
The contrast between Beiming Yuan's behavior and his bearing was too great!
This guy... Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, was utterly speechless too. She felt that Beiming Yuan was really asking for a beating.
Qian Renxue composed herself, then looked at Meng Shenji and the other two beside him. "Three education committee members, sorry for the trouble."
"Mm."
Meng Shenji nodded and duly gave Qin Ming a look.
Qin Ming understood at once. He immediately went to the center of the square to serve as referee and signaled for Beiming Yuan and Yu Tianheng's group of seven to take their positions.
"You've just been through a battle. I'll give you some time to recover your Soul Power," Beiming Yuan said.
"Hmph, no need. Beating you won't take much Soul Power. I'll defeat you in three moves." Yu Tianheng snorted coldly, his face full of confidence.
"Good suggestion. I'll defeat you in three moves, then."
Beiming Yuan chuckled and looked at Ning Fengzhi not far away. "Sect Master Ning, I've long admired your name. Could I ask you to restore their Soul Power?"
"Certainly."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded, maintaining his neutral stance.
He activated his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. Seven Soul Rings, two yellow, two purple, and three black, descended in quick succession, revealing his cultivation as a level seventy-nine Soul Saint beyond doubt.
"Whoosh-"
Several streams of light then shot from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, enveloping Yu Tianheng and the other six.
Although restoring Soul Power was not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's primary ability, Ning Fengzhi's cultivation was profound, so he could naturally restore the seven's Soul Power.
Almost instantly, Yu Tianheng and the others had recovered their Soul Power.
"Brat, satisfied now?" Prince Xue Xing asked, his face cold.
"If your mouth stinks, shut it. You really have no self-awareness," Beiming Yuan shot back.
The people around them turned their heads away, struggling to hold back their laughter.
Prince Xue Xing's face was frighteningly dark. The killing intent in his heart had already reached its peak; only blood could quell it.
"Please get ready."
At that moment, Qin Ming's voice rang out as the referee.
"Yu Tianheng, Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, level thirty-seven Power Attack System Battle Soul Master!" Yu Tianheng said coldly, looking at Beiming Yuan.
Dugu Yan and the other five behind him also gave their names, Martial Souls, and cultivation levels one by one.
Returning the courtesy, Beiming Yuan spoke slowly. "Beiming Yuan, Martial Soul Ice and Snow Fan, level thirty-five Power Attack System Tool Soul Master."
"Beiming Yuan? Level thirty-five!"
Hearing the name "Beiming Yuan," everyone fell into thought, but they were soon shocked by his Soul Power Level.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo in particular looked calm on the surface, but towering waves surged in their hearts. This young man's talent is truly astonishing!
Beiming Yuan was the same age as Ning Rongrong, yet he had the cultivation of a level thirty-five Soul Elder. What extraordinary talent!
"Level thirty-five Soul Elder..." Qian Renxue was also startled and thought to herself, Beiming Yuan? Is his surname Bei, or is it the compound surname Beiming?
Whether the surname was Bei or Beiming, both were rare on the continent.
Qian Renxue was already thinking of investigating him.
"Begin the match!"
After giving the order, Qin Ming immediately left the center of the square.
The instant he moved away, Yu Tianheng and the other six completed their Martial Soul Possession, the brilliant halos of their Soul Rings dazzling the eye.
Beiming Yuan made no attempt to hide his strength either. He immediately activated his Ice and Snow Fan Martial Soul, and a terrifying chill spread rapidly outward from him.
"Crack, crack..."
A layer of solid ice formed over the ground within several meters of Beiming Yuan.
The sight surprised quite a few people.
Merely releasing his Martial Soul had caused such a disturbance. It seemed that this "Ice and Snow Fan" Martial Soul sounded ordinary but was actually very powerful.
Beiming Yuan held one hand behind his back and the Ice and Snow Fan in the other. He spread it open, and light shimmered across its surface, making it a beautiful sight.
A Yellow Soul Ring quickly descended, followed immediately by...
"Holy shit!"
A startled cry suddenly came from the crowd.
Everyone's pupils contracted as they stared in disbelief at the Soul Rings that continued to descend around Beiming Yuan.
One yellow, one purple, and one black!
Heavens, what kind of Soul Ring Configuration is that?
"Uncle Jian, this... is this Soul Ring Configuration really possible?" Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Douluo beside him, his face full of shock.
Sword Douluo shook his head. It was unclear whether he meant "no" or "I don't know."
Ning Rongrong's lips parted slightly, and Beiming Yuan was the only figure left in her eyes.
A thousand-year second ring! A ten-thousand-year third ring! Qian Renxue was utterly astonished. She had never imagined that such a freak existed in the world.
"Brother, his Soul Rings..." Huo Wu of the Blazing Fire Team stared wide-eyed, stunned beyond belief.
"He's not a genius. He's a monster." Huo Wushuang gave a bitter laugh.
On the field, Yu Tianheng and the other six stared blankly at the sight, completely dumbfounded.
"Defeat me in three moves? Please, begin your performance."
Beiming Yuan smiled faintly and casually folded his fan, gesturing for Yu Tianheng to attack.
Yu Tianheng came to his senses and flew into a rage.
The pride in his bones would not allow him to accept such provocation!
"Stay out of this, all of you. I'll do it!" With those words, Yu Tianheng decisively charged at Beiming Yuan.
So what if he has a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the number one beast Martial Soul under heaven. Why should I fear a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?
"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!" Yu Tianheng's First Soul Ring lit up, and a Thunder Dragon Claw swiftly formed around his transformed dragon arm. He swiped it at Beiming Yuan.
Faced with the attack, Beiming Yuan did not dodge. Instead, he lightly thrust out the closed Ice and Snow Fan in his hand like a blade, striking straight at the Thunder Dragon Claw.
The next moment, the ferocious Thunder Dragon Claw shattered on the spot.
Beiming Yuan was unharmed; only his robes fluttered slightly.