"It's over."
Zhu Ziyang murmured, then leapt into the air, gripping the handle of the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe with both hands. The blade pointed down, the circular edge faced the sky, and the tip aimed straight at Beibei and Xu Sanshi.
Vast and boundless light energy gathered at the blade, making it shine like the blazing sun, its overwhelming momentum akin to divine judgment. Beibei and Xu Sanshi's expressions changed dramatically as they faced the pressure head-on. Zhu Ziyang twisted his waist, first bending forward, then swinging back and forth. With his movements, the scythe drew a massive golden crescent-shaped blade arc through the air.
Half-Moon of Death: Golden Crescent!
The enormous arc of light known as the Golden Crescent advanced slowly—so slow it seemed surreal, yet unavoidable. In the eyes of Beibei and Xu Sanshi, it grew larger and larger, the terrifying pressure rendering them powerless to resist.
Just as they were about to be engulfed by the golden blade light, a referee finally made a move. A pair of eagle wings appeared behind him, seven soul rings hovered at his back, and he shot onto the stage with lightning speed. In one swift motion, he grabbed the two by the collars and yanked them out of the battlefield.
A moment later, the golden blade light completely flooded half the arena. When it faded, all the observing teachers were stunned—there was now a long and narrow scar nearly a hundred meters in length and three meters wide carved into the ground.
"This... a self-created soul skill!"
The teachers were in disbelief. Du Weilun was no exception. The way he looked at Zhu Ziyang now carried newfound respect. He had every reason to believe that Zhu Ziyang would become the most dazzling star on the continent!
Beibei and Xu Sanshi, who had just been rescued from the stage, stared at the gash with gaping mouths. After a long moment, they exchanged glances and both chuckled bitterly.
Back on the battlefield, while Zhu Ziyang was handling Beibei and Xu Sanshi two-on-one, on the other side, Xue Weiwei was also facing a two-on-one situation.
However, unlike Zhu Ziyang who dominated the match, Xue Weiwei, whose abilities as a control-type soul master were limited, was completely outmatched by Jiang Nannan and Tang Ya. Having a control-type—who was in truth more of a support-type—go up against a sensitive-attack soul master and another control-type was like asking a bull to lay eggs—it was simply impossible.
Though slowed by the Light of Slowness, Jiang Nannan and Tang Ya, without any other interference, managed to wear Xue Weiwei down through a game of two-on-one cat and mouse. They ended up defeating her even faster than Zhu Ziyang finished with Beibei and Xu Sanshi.
So, by the time Beibei and Xu Sanshi were taken off the stage, the match had already concluded.
"Zhu Ziyang's team wins!" the referee announced.
"Yeah!" Tang Ya cheered, pulling Jiang Nannan's hand with joy.
Zhu Ziyang also smiled. As his gaze drifted casually to the main stage, he noticed that Yan Shaozhe was no longer there. He instantly understood something, and the curve of his lips deepened.
"Ziyang, Xiao Ya, Nannan, congratulations!" Beibei's group approached. Though they lost, they accepted the result wholeheartedly. Beibei sincerely congratulated them.
"Thanks for the match!" Zhu Ziyang didn't act modest. He accepted the congratulations, then patted Beibei's shoulder.
"How is it? You're not hurt, right?"
"I'm alright," Beibei replied with a grin.
"Haha, looks like we really were a cut above!" Tang Ya bounced over and wrapped her arms around Beibei's arm, smiling with excitement and pride. She turned to Xu Sanshi and said, "Well, Xu Sanshi, are you convinced now?"
"Convinced. Of course I'm convinced!" Xu Sanshi answered cheerfully, admiration on his face. "This is the first time I've seen someone with a thousand-year soul ring as their second ring. That really stunned me."
"Agreed!" Beibei nodded, still puzzled. "Ziyang, how did you pull that off? Also, why does your martial soul make mine feel like it's trembling in fear?"
"Maybe my martial soul is just stronger," Zhu Ziyang replied calmly, still smiling.
But to Beibei, this was clearly Zhu Ziyang avoiding the question. After all, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was a top-tier true dragon martial soul. There were very few martial souls on the continent that could surpass it. But Beibei was tactful and didn't press further.
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Back to the start of the match, when Yan Shaozhe realized that Zhu Ziyang's martial soul possessed the attribute of Ultimate Light, he rushed toward Sea God Island at astonishing speed.
By the banks of Sea God Lake, an elderly man with wild, unkempt hair was sitting. His appearance was completely out of place amidst the lake's picturesque beauty. His originally white robe had turned a dirty brown, riddled with patches and tears. His messy hair blew in the breeze, and his bare feet dangled in the cool lake water. One hand held a massive reddish-purple gourd of unknown material, from which he occasionally took a swig, releasing a strong aroma of wine. In his other hand, he gripped a roasted chicken, carelessly tearing at it between gulps of liquor and bites of meat.
"Old Xuan!" Yan Shaozhe spotted the old man. Despite his urgency, he slowed down slightly, shouted a greeting, then dashed straight onto Sea God Island before the old man could respond.
"This Yan Shaozhe... still so impatient. Tsk." The old man mumbled, then returned to gnawing on his chicken as if nothing in the world could bother him.
After arriving on the island, Yan Shaozhe made his way directly to the summit, where a three-story wooden pavilion stood. The building was simple and worn, its brown wood polished smooth like oil. Though the structure was unremarkable in size—barely ten meters tall—above the entrance on the first floor hung a black plaque bearing three golden characters: Sea God Pavilion.
"Teacher, your disciple requests an audience on an urgent matter!" Yan Shaozhe stood respectfully outside, his face full of reverence.
"...Come in," came a hoarse voice after a long pause. The door opened on its own with the response.
Though anxious, Yan Shaozhe didn't rush. He composed himself and entered the building.
"Teacher!" Yan Shaozhe stepped quickly to Mu En's reclining chair and respectfully called out.
"Hmm," Mu En responded faintly, his eyes closed as if asleep.
"Teacher, do you remember the new student I mentioned yesterday named Zhu Ziyang?" Yan Shaozhe asked, already used to Mu En's mannerisms.
"Hmm."
A rare reaction—Mu En pictured a handsome, confident youth in his mind.
Hearing that response, Yan Shaozhe lit up with joy and quickly said, "Teacher, he has an Ultimate Martial Soul!"
(End of Chapter)
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