Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

"Finally found you!" Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up. "Finally found your true form."

At this moment, Sikong Zheng's main body was also nearby. In fact, Sikong Zheng standing on the big tree was also an avatar. The avatar controlled the giant tree to harass Zhao Wuji and prevent him from getting any closer. Once a powerful offensive Soul Saint got close, everything would be over.

The main body secretly activated its soul power, and under its guidance, more thick tree roots protruded from the ground, like giant pythons, tightly binding Zhao Wuji's limbs.

Giant trees from all directions approached Zhao Wuji, forming a circular barrier that trapped him inside.

The moment had come for Sikong Zhengjian, who was now ready to go all out. He whispered, "First Soul Skill - Tree Binding Eternal Burial."

Sikong Zheng unleashed all his soul power, causing the already thick, green tree roots to expand even further, containing extremely strong vitality and becoming even harder.

The lush tree roots greedily absorbed Zhao Wuji's soul power, growing wildly under its nourishment, gradually taking root and sprouting behind Zhao Wuji.

Huh? What's going on? Why are these tree roots stronger than before? It seems that this must be his true form. Zhao Wuji's body suddenly trembled, and this tremendous force burst out from his calves, passed through his thighs, flowed through his waist and abdomen, and was transmitted to all the meridians in his body.

Zhao Wuji roared, his limbs converging towards his chest, "Ya~ Drink!"

With the Mighty Vajra Bear possessing him, Zhao Wuji unleashed his full power, his gathered limbs suddenly spreading outwards like a silverback gorilla roaring to the sky.

A golden shockwave suddenly rippled outwards, causing the thick tree roots wrapped around Zhao Wuji to crack inch by inch.

Zhao Wuji seized the opportunity, and his fifth spirit ring lit up. "Fifth Spirit Skill - Gravity Compression".

Suddenly, Sikong Zheng on the big tree was pulled toward Zhao Wuji. The clone Sikong Zheng did not sit idly by and wait for death. The thick tree trunks stretched out and pulled the clone Sikong Zheng. The two sides were like a tug-of-war, with the clone Sikong Zheng and Zhao Wuji wrestling.

The main body, of course, would not let such an opportunity pass by. It used all its remaining soul power to unleash its soul power, and the broken tree roots grew again, wrapping around Zhao Wuji's limbs.

It once again drew upon Zhao Wuji's soul power to nourish the tree roots, causing buds to sprout from its back and gradually form a lush green tree that would suppress Zhao Wuji.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was very puzzled. Under the powerful squeezing force of his fifth soul skill, Sikong Zheng, who clearly did not have much soul power, was being pulled into the air and swaying wildly, and could be crushed at any moment, still dared to attack him.

He noticed the large tree gradually forming behind him and felt a powerful suppressive pressure, as if it was really going to suppress him under the tree roots.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji looked at Sikong Zheng, who was shaking and swaying wildly in the air in front of him, and was unable to take him down. Being entangled with a Soul Venerable for so long was a disgrace to his status as the Immovable King.

Without further hesitation, he stopped using his fifth soul skill and roared, "Sixth Soul Skill - Mighty Vajra Roar!"

Zhao Wuji roared a sonic attack at Sikong Zheng. The sonic attack of the ten-thousand-year soul skill washed over Sikong Zheng's body, and Sikong Zheng's body instantly collapsed, turning into a piece of wood.

"What? It's a clone? What's going on?" Zhao Wuji shouted in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, the large tree on Zhao Wuji's back took shape, pressing Zhao Wuji to the ground with a thud.

Once he came to his senses, Zhao Wuji struggled frantically. Unlike the tree he had destroyed earlier, Sikong Zheng's first soul skill had a powerful binding force, making it difficult for him to break free.

With only one or two soul skills, Sikong Zheng is very weak. He has little chance to entangle his opponent by simply releasing his first soul skill, and the opponent can easily dodge it.

With the support of the third soul skill, the first soul skill can then demonstrate its slow casting speed but outstanding binding power.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng had exhausted his soul power and was sitting on the ground.

After struggling to no avail, Zhao Wuji finally made up his mind.

This big tree absorbs soul power faster than the previous tree roots. Even if he doesn't care about his reputation, it's still better than losing to a Soul Master. That would be a huge joke, and he would be laughed to death by his group of old friends.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body!" Zhao Wuji roared, and a huge Mighty Vajra Bear emerged from the forest, its imposing aura surging as it roared to the sky.

"What?! Mighty Vajra Bear? Zhao Wuji was actually forced to unleash his Martial Soul True Form?"

Flander pushed up his glasses and exclaimed in disbelief. Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai swallowed hard, utterly shocked.

"Sixth Soul Skill - Mighty Vajra Roar!" In his Martial Soul True Body state, the forest was instantly destroyed, revealing Sikong Zheng sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The crowd quickly gathered around.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his Martial Soul True Body, revealing his true form. He glared at Sikong Zheng and said, "You little brat, you're as slippery as an eel. You've won because you managed to force me to reveal my Martial Soul True Body."

"No, I lost. I couldn't defeat the vice dean. I said from the beginning that I hoped the vice dean wouldn't hold back. A loss is a loss."

Sikong Zheng shook his head, and then went to Versailles.

Zhao Wuji's words immediately choked, and he looked at Sikong Zheng speechlessly, "You brat, you really intend to defeat me!"

If he were really defeated by a Soul Master, where would he put his face in the future?

Flander stepped forward and coughed. "Xiao Zheng, you did a great job. You managed to force Old Zhao to reveal his Martial Soul True Form. Right now you're just a Soul Master, but you'll only become stronger in the future, a true monster."

Flander patted Sikong Zheng on the shoulder, feeling very satisfied and full of admiration for him.

The next afternoon, the four met again in the square, but Flanders had not yet arrived.

"I broke through to level 29 last night. I was almost there anyway, and after yesterday's battle, I successfully broke through after returning to the dormitory."

Dai Mubai had a slight smile on his face.

"Wow, Boss Dai, you've broken through another level so quickly? After yesterday's battle? You fought yesterday? Oh, I know, you mean you got a beating from Brother Zheng yesterday? So you have masochistic tendencies! Why don't you let Brother Zheng beat you up again, maybe you'll advance to Soul Master right away?"

Ma Hongjun covered his mouth and burst into laughter.

"Heh, Fatty, are you itching for a beating again?" Dai Mubai clenched his fists and cracked them loudly, looking at Ma Hongjun with a sneer, chasing after Ma Hongjun in a fit of rage.

"No, no, no, Boss Dai, I was wrong," Ma Hongjun forced a smile, hiding behind Sikong Zheng and chuckling.

"Alright, alright, the dean is here, stop fooling around," Oscar quickly reminded Flander as he approached from a distance.

"I just heard it. Mu Bai has broken through to level 29. Not bad. Keep up the good work and don't slack off," Flander nodded to Dai Mu Bai and then looked at the four of them.

"Hmm, you seem to be in good spirits. Let's go to that place today!"

Flander turned and said, "Come with me."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, and his figure rushed towards the gate of Shrek Academy.

The others quickly followed, with Flander taking the lead and the four of them close behind.

Throughout the journey, Flander remained silent, maintaining a deep sense of mystery. Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai also tacitly refrained from asking any questions.

Sikong Zheng looked in the direction of Soto City and thought for a moment. What else could they possibly do in Soto City? He guessed that Flander was probably taking them to the Soto Grand Arena to participate in battles and improve their combat experience.

Sikong Zheng sped up to catch up with Flander and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, grinning mischievously, "Dean, what are we going to do?"

"Hehe, no need to ask any more questions, you'll find out soon enough," Flander said, his hands behind his back, adopting the air of a wise man who knew that secrets could not be revealed.

Sikong Zheng chuckled inwardly at Flander's expression. "Heh heh, I knew it even if you didn't say it. The Dean is taking us to the Great Soul Arena, isn't he!"

Upon hearing this, Flander stumbled and instantly lost his composure.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Ahem, not bad, you're quite quick-witted, um... cough, we've arrived in Soto, hurry up and catch up."

After saying that, he suddenly accelerated and rushed toward the south gate of Soto City.

"Okay, brothers, let's hurry up and catch up!" Dai Mubai said, and also sped up.

The distance from Shrek Academy to Soto City is not far. At this time, Soto City is brightly lit, a bustling metropolis. Businesses are closed during the day, but open their doors to customers at night.