Chapter 93 Who among you can force out my soul skill?
Jiang Moyan lay on the ground, his face ashen with rage.
How could this be?
He gritted his teeth, leaped to his feet, and the longsword in his right hand gleamed coldly as he thrust it at Yun Ze.
Yun Ze lightly touched the ground with his toes, dodging the sword with effortless grace.
Then, with a ghostly kick, he sent Jiang Moyan sprawling to the ground once more.
"..."
The entire arena fell silent, every student staring in disbelief at the two on the field.
Especially Yun Ze.
"Is this your full strength, senior?" Yun Ze said with some disappointment, "So that's all."
"You're no good, senior."
"Yun Ze!!!" Jiang Moyan's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared like a wild beast.
Behind him, a phantom tail, conjured by his spirit possession, shimmered with dazzling light. Spirit power flowed into the spirit-guided longsword in his hand, instantly bathing the blade in a hazy moonlight, making it incomparably beautiful.
Beneath Jiang Moyan's feet, four spirit rings—two yellow and two purple—flashed alternately, with the two purple rings at the back activating one after the other.
Jiang Moyan's spirit skills primarily focused on amplifying himself, especially his speed.
Whoosh!
His figure vanished instantly, transforming into three afterimages as he attacked Yun Ze from both sides.
Yun Ze's expression remained unchanged; he simply raised his right hand and gently pushed out a palm.
Snowfall Collapse!
In mid-air, Jiang Moyan's pupils constricted. Before he could react, he felt a tremendous force slam into him.
The next instant, he was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Thud!
Lying on the ground, Jiang Moyan's vision blurred.
His eyes caught the expressions of the spectators on the sidelines.
Especially when he saw Meng Hongchen sitting in the first row, her joyful gaze fixed on Yun Ze, his anger was uncontrollable.
Unfortunately, the pain in his chest prevented him from standing up.
At this moment, Jiang Moyan felt like a clown, utterly pathetic.
"The winner of this competition is Yun Ze from the first year," the teacher in charge announced immediately, recovering from his shock.
He did this to protect Jiang Moyan, even though he didn't know why Yun Ze possessed such strength at such a young age. But he had to admit, Jiang Moyan had definitely bitten off more than he could chew.
After all, Jiang Moyan was a member of the Empress's lineage; continuing to lose face like this would be detrimental to the royal family.
Moreover, it was also a way of protecting Yun Ze.
Yun Ze didn't seem to care. Soon, the teacher in charge had two training ground staff members carry Jiang Moyan off the field.
Jiang Moyan kept his eyes tightly shut, not daring to open them.
That damned Yun Ze!
He not only resented Yun Ze but was also extremely annoyed.
Why didn't he investigate more thoroughly before rushing into action? He's
really made a fool of himself this time!
Yun Ze glanced at Jiang Moyan leaving the arena, but didn't leave immediately; instead, he remained standing there.
"I know many of you here have some complaints about me. I consider myself to have a decent temper, so I don't really care," Yun Ze said calmly, surveying the arena.
"But... don't think I'm a pushover."
"Actually, what I want to say is very simple."
His lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Everyone here, every single one of you, today, among the Soul Masters below level six, who can force me to use my Soul Skill?" "Arrogant!"
"Damn it, what nonsense is this kid spouting!"
"Damn it, who's going to go up and kill him!"
The audience was almost entirely composed of students, all young and in the prime of their lives. Yun Ze's words instantly enraged them.
Especially the few noble scions of distinguished backgrounds, who immediately stood up from their seats.
"Yunze." A dangerous glint flashed in Yue Chen's eyes. "Do you know what you're saying?"
"I know you." Yunze looked at him and said, "When I first entered university, several groups of people came to my dorm looking for me. I know how I offended you, but unfortunately, I didn't take your threats seriously at all."
"So, senior, if you have anything to say or do, come up here and we'll talk face to face."
"If you don't have anything, don't talk nonsense!"
"Very good." Yue Chen grinned. "In all these years, this is the first time someone has mocked me to my face."
"Brother Chen, get him!"
"Damn it, this pretty boy is really annoying! Go, Senior Yue Chen, beat this kid so badly he can't take care of himself!"
"Damn, Lao Yue, if you lose this, I'll really look down on you!"
The voices of his companions and friends rang in Yue Chen's ears. He snorted coldly, left his seat, and walked towards the passageway.
The teacher in charge was overwhelmed by this scene.
"It's alright, let them continue." Just then, a voice rang in his ears. He quickly turned around and saw Jing Hongchen standing beside him.
"Hall Master." The teacher in charge quickly bowed. "Isn't this... a bit inappropriate?"
"That student named Yunze is very strange. I can't even see his exact cultivation level. But he was able to defeat Jiang Moyan so easily, his strength is probably close to that of a Level 5 Soul Master." "
But he's a first-year student! He's an absolute genius!"
"These noble children all have extraordinary backgrounds. It's not a good thing if either side gets injured or loses."
Jing Hongchen listened to the teacher in charge's words but ignored him.
"Jiayi, you will host the rest of the matches. As long as no one gets killed, let them do whatever they want." Jing Hongchen said calmly.
Lin Jiayi, who was standing to the side, quickly responded and walked onto the platform.
"From now on, I will serve as the referee for this competition. Neither side is allowed to use lethal force, but all means are permitted."
"The one who loses their fighting ability is the loser."
Hearing Lin Jiayi's words, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
How exciting!
"That kid's martial soul should be related to the ice attribute," a nobleman's son said from the sidelines. "The move he used to defeat Jiang Moyan just now must have been a technique that borrowed ice elements."
"Isn't this a perfect match for Yue Chen?" another person laughed upon hearing this. "Yue Chen's strength is even higher than Jiang Moyan's; it's said he might be selected for next year's reserve team."
"And his attribute is fire, the opposite of ice!"
While the conversation was taking place on the sidelines, Yue Chen had already passed through the passage and entered the arena.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die." Yue Chen licked his lips, his eyes bloodshot. "Have you ever felt the pain of having your bones broken one by one?"
Yun Ze just looked at him without speaking.
"It's alright, you'll find out soon enough," Yue Chen said with a sinister grin.
Yunze remained silent, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
(End of Chapter)
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