Neither Liang Wu nor Father Zhang expected things to go so smoothly.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that Toji has a pretty good eye for people.
This guy is really arrogant.
Liang Wu and Father Zhang stepped forward, both of them Martial Soul Possession.
"Since Lord Zhao is so generous, then we won't stand on ceremony."
Zhao Tie snorted coldly, crossed his arms, clearly extremely confident in his own strength.
The people behind him also stepped back, giving both sides enough space.
"Come on, let me see what you're capable of."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Tie's figure blurred the instant his Martial Soul Possession, as if he had merged with the wind.
Two yellow, two purple, and three black Soul Ring —swirled around him, radiating a chilling aura.
Liang Wu and Father Zhang were both startled, as Zhao Tie's figure had already disappeared from the spot.
"Watch out!" Father Zhang shouted in a low voice, just about to unleash his Soul Skill, but the next second, he only felt a blur before his eyes, and then a powerful wind pressure rushed towards him.
A sharp wind blade slashed towards Father Zhang from the front. This slash was like a high-speed moving truck that crashed right into Father Zhang.
Father Zhang was sent flying by the impact, only stopping when he crashed into the wall of the Soul Fighting Arena.
"Puwa--"
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his entire body felt like it was falling apart.
Is this the Soul Saint of Shrek?
They are no longer in the same dimension.
As for Liang Wu, he barely managed to dodge to the side, but the aftershock of the wind blade still left a bloody mark on his shoulder.
He gritted his teeth, secretly shocked. Zhao Tie's speed and attack power far exceeded his expectations; they had absolutely no chance to fight back.
As Liang Wu's Sixth Soul Ring lit up, he gripped his longsword, and just as the blade was about to slash at Zhao Tie, Zhao Tie simply leaped lightly, then waved his hands, activating his Fourth Soul Ring. A massive tornado instantly formed and swept towards Liang Wu.
The tornado, carrying Destruction power, instantly engulfed Liang Wu. He felt his body being torn apart by the gale, unable to maintain his balance.
"Boom!"
The tornado suddenly exploded, and Liang Wu was blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
Before they could even go three rounds, both Father Zhang and Liang Wu were covered in injuries and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Zhao Tie landed slowly, the phantom of his Martial Soul gradually dissipating behind him. He looked down at the two people lying on the ground, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"So, have you learned about the world of high-level Soul Master?"
Liang Wu struggled to his feet, coughing violently and spitting out blood, looking utterly disheveled.
"You lot, quickly help them back and give them proper treatment." Zhao Tie turned to the people behind him and ordered, feigning seriousness, "Get the best doctors and the finest medicines; make sure they recover as quickly as possible."
"After all, he was injured because he challenged Shrek. His courage is commendable, and we at Shrek certainly won't bully him."
He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone around him could hear what he was saying.
He walked over to Liang Wu, squatted down, and said in a concerned tone:
"Don't worry, I'll have my people take good care of you. I'll take full responsibility for your injuries."
Liang Wu wanted to say something, but ultimately chose not to.
"Let's go, send them into the Soul Fighting Arena, and give them proper treatment."
With a wave of his hand, Zhao Tie helped Liang Wu and Father Zhang up and they entered the Soul Fighting Arena again. He also took out a few pills from his Storage Soul Tool and gave them to them.
"What a pity, if it weren't for so many people in front of me, I really wouldn't want to bother with you all."
In any case, taking action in front of so many people and failing to handle it properly will only tarnish Shrek's reputation.
Reputation is the most important thing.
Just then, Zhao Tie's eyes suddenly narrowed. After entering the Soul Fighting Arena, he saw someone.
He was dressed in a black t-shirt, white training pants, a black belt, and shoes that resembled old Beijing cloth shoes, perfectly showcasing his tall, strong, and muscular physique.
His muscles were sculpted as if by a knife, his face was cold and stern, his features were sharp and angular, and his eyes held a lazy air, as if he were indifferent to everything in the world, yet he concealed an unfathomable danger.
His slightly disheveled black hair fell across his forehead, adding a touch of unruliness. A faint smile often played at the corners of his mouth, which seemed both mocking and provocative, giving him an elusive air.
Even though there was no sign of any Soul Power fluctuation on his body, Zhao Tie's heart rate involuntarily increased just by looking at him.
It's like being targeted by a ferocious beast, with yourself becoming the prey.
How is that possible?
He's Soul Saint; in such a small place, it's no exaggeration to say he's the number one.
How could anyone possibly threaten me?
Zhao Tie subconsciously took a deep breath, barely managing to steady his heartbeat.
Why is he so nervous?
This person doesn't even have Soul Power; he's just an ordinary person.
Is it because of his height?
Zhao Tie glanced at him, but the man seemed oblivious to him, one hand in his pocket, casually brushing past him.
Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall with a perfectly muscular physique, he exuded an imposing presence, even making Zhao Tie a little envious.
Even after a long period of training and fighting, he couldn't achieve such a perfectly proportioned physique.
Such incredible physical talent.
"He must be very attractive to women. If only I had a body like that..."
He couldn't help but imagine it, turning his head to stare straight at his back, and couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
"What a pity, there's not even a trace of Soul Power fluctuation. What's the difference between an ordinary person without Soul Power and a monkey?"
Zhao Tie gave him a deep look before looking away.
To him, an ordinary person without Soul Power is just a monkey.
It's not worth him taking it to heart.
Toji, who had just passed Zhao Tie, found a stool and sat down in front of the entrance to the Soul Fighting Arena, resting his chin on his hand and lost in thought.
"A wind-attribute Soul Master, judging from the characteristics of the Martial Soul Possession, should have a bird-like Martial Soul. Phoenix-type Soul Masters are generally skilled in speed, have strong attack power, and are arrogant—"
Toji was plotting something in her mind.
The First Soul Skill was something like a wind blade, which instantly sent Uncle Zhang flying. The Fourth Soul Skill was a tornado...
After organizing the intelligence he had just gathered, Toji help but smile.
He's already figured out how to kill the other side.
Often, a simple battle can reveal a lot of information.
This information is sufficient for now. Knowing his fighting style and Martial Soul type is enough to guess most of what's going on.
Inside the Soul Fighting Arena, several people emerged and cautiously approached Toji's side.
"Sir, Zhao Tie Tiezhen has been arrested, and they are still searching the Soul Fighting Arena."
Toji slowly stood up, stretched, and began to loosen his muscles and bones.
"We should try our best to meet Zhao Tie's needs, and ideally, find him a room in the Soul Fighting Arena to force him to stay here."
"Let him find out whatever he wants."
"This..." Although the subordinates didn't know Toji was planning, they still obeyed. "Yes, sir."