Zhao Wuji crossed his muscular arms, the rock-solid contours of his biceps visible under his sleeves.
"Heh—here comes another one with a death wish."
"What arrogance in their words! But I wonder—if this guy faces Dai Mubai, how many rounds could he last?"
Flender's tone was sharp; his eagle-soul granted him four eyes, giving him extraordinary vision.
"You better warn Mubai not to take it lightly."
"There may be plenty of challengers showing up at Shrek Academy, but someone bold enough to call out names like this… he's the first."
"If Dai Mubai sleeps on his guard, he might just go belly-up in the gutter!"
Flender couldn't fully gauge Qian Renfeng's strength—after all, Renfeng hadn't even released his martial soul yet, and his spirit power far surpassed Flender's.
If Flender could already sense his power, then that year spent at Yuexuan Academy would've been for nothing!
The Confrontation
Dai Mubai stiffened as Renfeng showed no sign of revealing his soul power.
"So… you're too scared even to release your martial soul? Ready to forfeit?"
Qian Renfeng chuckled softly, "No need for soul powers to beat you."
Dai Mubai's face darkened like ink. In an instant, he crouched forward like a tiger ready to strike.
Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Form!
A metallic aura exploded around him. The white tiger phantom behind him grew more solid and oppressive.
Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Radiant Wave!
Dai Mubai unleashed a golden beam from his mouth. Up close, any Spirit Elder would be unable to withstand it.
But his opponent was Qian Renfeng.
Renfeng calmly raised his right hand and casually swatted the wave away like flicking a bug. The golden wave reversed course, crashing behind him and shattering the ground into stones and debris.
"Trash— that's all you've got?"
Renfeng strode forward, grabbed Dai Mubai, and threw him clean off the field—all with one fluid motion, no hesitation.
Stunned Silence
The entire scene fell into a heavy hush.
This was the first time anyone had seen someone physically smack away a soul skill—but this masked challenger had just done it... at Shrek Academy!
Zhao Wuji dropped his arms, a flash of unpleasant memory crossing his mind:
Once, someone beat him without even using their martial soul…
And now this masked youth had repeated that feat.
"Good thing it wasn't me," Zhao Wuji murmured, half-joking.
Flender glared, "Let's go down and check on things."
"This guy's strength—he's surely at or above Title Douluo rank!"
"If he means harm to Shrek Academy, we might need Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to step in."
Dai Mubai's Disbelief
Dai Mubai lay on the ground, unable to process what had just happened.
Renfeng's strength far exceeded what he expected. He had prepared for a great battle—even in defeat—but Renfeng had ended it with a single hand strike.
Just as Renfeng had bragged before—no soul power needed.
A 16-year-old Title Douluo?
That's impossible… but here he was.
Renfeng calmly walked back toward Dai Mubai.
He harbored no resentment—only mild irritation that Dai Mubai's bravado made Renfeng poke back harder.
A Sudden Assassination Attempt
As Qian Renfeng reached out to help him up, Dai Mubai flicked his wrist.
A slender dagger of cold light shot straight for Renfeng's face.
Renfeng's face darkened, and he stepped back several paces—unarmed, his mental power was weaker.
It nearly hit him!
Tang San's Entrance
From the crowd, a black-haired youth strode forward, clutching a throwing dart.
He wore a blue shirt, dark navy pants, and a utility belt—this was Tang San, the target of Renfeng's search.
Tang San released the dart—he wasn't here to chat.
"Who dares raise a fuss at the gates of Shrek Academy?"
Renfeng's gaze hardened at him as he said:
"So you chose to sneak-attack me with a hidden dart?"
Tang San's expression was serious.
Renfeng's white mask was no ordinary novelty—it was a special soul tool. Even his Divine Spark Energy Eyes couldn't see beyond it.
Who exactly was this guy?
But whoever he was, choosing to disrupt Shrek Academy while the dean was away was paving his way to death.
Rule Five of the Tang Sect's Xuantian Record:
"Students shall not provoke trouble lightly. If attacked, return the blow with thunderous force."
Tang San's Counterattack
Tang San quietly released his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, concealing his Houtian Hammer spirit power behind his back.
Dai Mubai had been defeated—so now he stayed alert.
First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Grass Entanglement!
Countless blades of Blue Silver Grass shot toward Renfeng.
Renfeng's figure—unable to tear them off without using soul skills.
The grass wrapped tightly around his waist.
Tang San grinned, the yellow spirit ring glowed as he released his second soul skill:
Second Soul Skill: Parasitism!
Blue flowers sprouted along the grass and quickly turned into seeds, scattering across Renfeng's body.
He smiled with triumph:
Rule Three of the Xuantian Record:
"Once you confirm your enemy has chosen the path to death, spare no mercy—otherwise you'll bring trouble on yourself."
Tang San produced a small golden particle in his hand—imprinted with Xuantian Dao energy.
Transforming into a Dragon Whisker Needle!
This time, he intended to go all-out.
The needle flew at Renfeng with terrifying speed—even Zhao Wuji couldn't dodge it.
Renfeng's Overwhelming Power
But the needle hit Renfeng—and the blade shattered like steel!
The particles scattered harmlessly.
Renfeng brushed the dust off his clothes; the grass seeds fell away like rain.
Eight wings of shimmering Holy Energy spread behind him, filling the entire academy yard in luminescent radiance.
A divine throne of light appeared behind him, and he settled into it like a deity descending upon the human world.
"Tang San… die."