Bao Liang's Arrogance

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"How could anyone in this world possibly possess six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

"It's fake! It must be fake!!!"

Xiao Hongchen pointed at Huo Yuhao on the arena, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Just now, Huo Yuhao single-handedly suppressed the Tianling Advanced Soul Master Academy. Six blood-red Soul Ring surrounded him, and the cold, deathly, bloodthirsty, and crazy aura he exuded almost turned the entire arena into another world.

Even though he knew there was something wrong with those six Soul Ring, Xiao Hongchen was still shaken to the bone by that aura.

"Laugh, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Bao Liang rolled his eyes, raised his hand and slapped Xiao Hongchen on the back of the head, making the still-defensive person fall forward.

"No, Bao Liang, why did you hit me?!" Xiao Hongchen covered her head, glaring angrily.

"You're asking me why I hit you?" Bao Liang looked at him speechlessly. "You're hurting my eyes."

Xiao Hongchen: "..."

Bao Liang pointed to the arena, his tone nonchalant, "Why are you so excited about something that looks obviously fake? Six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? If only the last one was 100,000-year, I might believe him a little."

But all six require a hundred thousand years; even if Di Tian were to rebuild his cultivation, he couldn't achieve that.

"Or do you think Shrek has the ability to find a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to Sacrifice for him at every bottleneck, starting from his First Soul Ring?"

"If Shrek really had that kind of ability, they would have unified the Douluo Continent long ago. What are they doing here pretending to be a prestigious sect?"

Xiao Hongchen opened his mouth, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Bao Liang wasn't finished yet, continuing, "Even if Shrek really has that ability, what makes Huo Yuhao so special? What skills does he have, and what qualifications does he have to make those Immortality from Shrek Academy, who are even stingier than all the stingy ministers in the imperial palace combined, make such sacrifices?"

Xiao Hongchen fell silent.

He had to admit that Bao Liang was right.

But logic aside, that aura just now was just too real.

Ma Rulong frowned, his expression still somewhat puzzled. "Bao Liang, don't blame Xiao Hongchen either."

At first, I didn't realize it either. The aura emanating from him really did resemble that of a real Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

"Who cares how he did it?"

Bao Liang leaned back nonchalantly, his tone carrying an almost self-assured confidence, "Judging by his age, and considering Shrek Academy's stingy nature, he's at most thirteen or fourteen years old, and his cultivation level is at most Soul Elder or Soul Ancestor."

No matter how much trouble he causes, can he stop us?

He looked at Xiao Hongchen, a slight smile playing on his lips, "So what if he really does have six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? Xiao, you don't really think he can stop me, do you?"

Xiao Hongchen was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Oh, that's true."

"Even if he really has six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, it won't stop you from going crazy."

Bao Liang's almost absolute confidence quickly infected the others.

The pressure that Xiao Hongchen and Ma Rulong had felt from the hundreds of thousands of people chanting "Shrek" in unison also dissipated considerably.

It's not that they're mentally unstable.

That scene was just too easy to mislead people.

Tens of thousands of people shouted at the same time, their voices converging into a sea, as if even the earth was shaking for Shrek.

Furthermore, the Sun Moon Empire had been overshadowed by Shrek Academy for four thousand years. Now that they finally saw a glimmer of hope for a comeback, the immense psychological pressure naturally affected their judgment.

At this moment, it is precisely the kind of backbone that Bao Liang is needed to step forward and pull everyone out of their emotions.

Of course, there is one person who doesn't need it.

Ji Juechen maintained a calm expression throughout.

He only glanced at the six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring that Huo Yuhao had Simulation.

But I only glanced at it.

But when Bao Liang exposed the falsehood of the six Soul Ring, the fighting spirit in Ji Juechen's eyes immediately vanished.

He looked like a middle-aged person who spends all day drinking goji berries from a thermos and is forced to perform his "labor duties" every day; he had completely lost his spirit.

That's so boring.

So, what exactly is going on with Shrek?

Weren't there tons of amazing players before? How come all of them are mediocre now that he's here?

Are you kidding me?!

Ji Juechen, whose mind was filled with nothing but fighting, felt targeted by Shrek and was in a very unpleasant mood.

The commotion on the field lasted for a while, but the Soul Fighting Tournament did not stop.

After the murmurs from the audience subsided slightly, the referee finally spoke again.

"The second match of the elimination rounds: Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy versus Qiutang Advanced Soul Master Academy!"

"Let's go, it's our turn!"

Bao Liang immediately stood up, stretched his wrists, and eagerly headed towards the players' tunnel.

"It's a deal. This time, I'll be the only one making a move. You can all just sit in the audience and watch."

Bao Liang stepped onto the arena.

In the center of the huge arena, he was the only one.

Hundreds of thousands of gazes pressed down from all directions of the stands, like an invisible sea.

This is Star Luo City, the home ground of the Star Luo Empire, and the vast majority of people in the audience are from the Douluo Three Kingdoms.

The people of the Sun Moon Empire were few and far between, scattered among the crowd, barely making a ripple.

Therefore, when Bao Liang stood on the ring alone with an air of entitlement, hands on his hips, head held high, surveying the entire arena, the discontent in the audience was immediately ignited.

"You dare come up here all by yourself, thinking you're here to receive an award?"

"That's hilarious! Who does he think he is?"

"A mere brat from the Sun Moon Era dares to put on such a show in Star Luo City?"

"Tell him to get down here. Star Luo City isn't a place for him to run wild."

Mocking remarks rolled down from the stands, starting as a few scattered words, but soon they joined together.

Some people whistled shrilly, some deliberately booed, and others threw empty cups toward the edge of the ring, trying to attract Bao Liang's attention.

The insults grew louder and louder.

From the high platform, Emperor Xu Jiawei of the Star Luo Empire also took in all of this.

He sat beside the magnificent imperial throne, his gaze fixed on Bao Liang, his brows furrowing slightly.

"These are the members of the Sun Moon Team?"

Xu Jiawei tapped the armrest lightly, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"He has some talent, but absolutely no manners; he's truly absurd."

He did not immediately order the audience to stop.

On the contrary, a hint of cold interest flashed in his eyes.

It's not necessarily a bad thing for young people to be too sharp and ambitious.

At least, when he falls off the ring later, it will definitely make a louder noise.

"No need to remind the Protective Soul Engineer," Xu Jiawei said calmly. "There are rules to the competition. If he wants to show off, let him bear the consequences himself."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Xu Jiawei looked at Bao Liang on the stage and had already made up his mind about this young man.

He's quite capable, but too arrogant.

People who are too arrogant often don't go far.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Bao Liang slowly raised his right hand.

A silent orange-red flame ignited within his right eye.

Immediately afterwards, five Soul Ring, also burning with orange-red light, rose from beneath his feet, circling around his body in concentric rings.

Flames danced along the edge of the Soul Ring, spreading layer upon layer of orange-red light, like a newly born miniature Sun, forcibly stealing all the light from the entire arena.

The jeers from the stands paused briefly at that moment.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

"What kind of Soul Ring is that?"

"Orange-red? When did Soul Ring come in this color?"

"Is this for real? Who has a kind Soul Ring that's orange-red and even flaming?"

"The Sun Moon people are really only good at resorting to crooked and evil tricks; they can even fake Soul Ring!"

"What are Shrek and Sun Moon Academy doing? One is showing off six 100,000-year spirit rings, and the other is showing off five flaming Soul Ring. Are they treating us viewers like dirt?"

The voices of doubt quickly drowned out the previous insults.

On the high platform, a hint of mockery appeared in Xu Jiawei's eyes.

"Making a mystery out of nothing."

Just then, Bao Liang suddenly spoke.

"Hey, uh... what kind of the Soul Master Academy are you from?"

Bao Liang scratched his face, as if he really couldn't remember.

"Never mind, it's not important."

The seven students from the Qiutang Academy had ashen faces.

Bao Liang slowly extended five fingers, smiling exceptionally kindly.

"How about this, we're kind-hearted, we won't bully you."

Five seconds.

"We're giving you five seconds to surrender. Get down here obediently within five seconds."

"How was it? Were we on good terms?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The next second, the entire Soul Fighting Arena exploded like a powder keg, filled with furious roars.

"Are you kidding me!"

"How dare you, a mere Sun Moon cultivator, act so arrogantly in our Star Luo City?"

"What arrogance!"

"Does he really think he's invincible?"

"A good-for-nothing who makes a living off Soul Tool dares to look down on us?"

"Let him know what a true Soul Master is!"

"Kill him!"

The shouts and curses from the stands grew louder and louder.

The seven students from the Qiutang Academy simultaneously released their Martial Soul, their Soul Tool blazing brightly, and seven figures rushed towards Bao Liang from different directions.

They held nothing back.

Blades, fists, Soul Power cannons, and sharp metal blades pressed towards the center of the arena from all directions.

Bao Liang didn't even change his posture; he simply began counting down at a leisurely pace.

"5.4..."

The seven students from the Qiutang Academy launched their strongest attack simultaneously.

Just as their attack was about to land on Bao Liang, Bao Liang's voice also fell at that moment.

"Three, two, one... Time's up."

"Second Soul Skill: Molten Fire Thousandfold Forging, Third Soul Skill: Instant Explosion!"

Boom--!!!

The next second, the entire arena transformed into a giant orange-red star.

Instead of spreading outwards, the flames compressed, ignited, and tore apart all matter in an instant with an almost brutal force, finally exploding completely.