Douluo: The Peerless Dragon Shakes the Universe.

Chapter 45 Arrogance

"Beibei, can you beat him?"

Tang Ya took out gold soul coins from her pocket to pay for the next event's ticket while looking at the refined young man with concern.

The dark blue-haired boy had a serious expression and turned his gaze away from the audience after hearing the voice.

He shook his head slightly. "I don't know."

"However, I'm probably not very confident. Although I could defeat that senior sister, this junior brother seems too relaxed. And that gray armor is a bit strange. It's clearly formed by airflow, yet it's as hard as metal. Just now, when Senior Sister Li's feather hit it, it actually sparked a burst of sparks..."

"Besides, he dared to go head-to-head with Senior Li, so his strength must not be much less than mine."

Tang Ya stared into her dark eyes, somewhat disbelieving, and said, "Your martial soul is currently the second-best beast martial soul on the continent. In terms of power, it shouldn't be inferior to a gun, right?"

Beibei gave a wry smile. "What's wrong with a gun? It's not like there aren't top-grade martial souls in guns... Besides, my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus isn't a dragon-shaped martial soul like the Void Profound Dragon, whose power is considered the ultimate."

Tang Ya was still somewhat unconvinced. Seeing her boyfriend praising others like this, she said with a disappointed tone, "The Taixu Xuanlong is strong, but wasn't yours once the number one beast spirit on the continent? It's not that much different."

"Do you want to go? It's a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone."

The girl with the high ponytail rolled her eyes and nudged her boyfriend's shoulder with her elbow. "This competition was probably orchestrated by the Soul Fighting Zone."

"It's a rare find."

The refined young man shrugged helplessly, "If I want it, I'll have to be able to beat them first. Let's wait and see, let others test the waters first."

Tang Ya nodded, said nothing more, and continued watching with sparkling eyes.

As the two were talking, the next match began.

Jiang Shuo glanced at the fifth-level Soul Master in front of him, but his interest waned.

"Senior, you can go now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved, his figure leaving a blur.

After the first two rounds, the fifth-grade Soul Master, who was extremely wary, felt his heart pounding and regretted his hasty decision to enter the fray.

But it was too late to regret it then. He gritted his teeth and quickly activated his martial spirit to try and save face without losing face.

However, drawing the silver spear shaft was destined not to fulfill his wishes.

"Bang!!"

The long shaft of the dragon-patterned silver spear lashed directly at the two-legged wind wolves that had been possessed by the martial spirit.

The sound of metal colliding with flesh was mixed with the cracking sound of bones breaking.

Before everyone's eyes, the three-meter-tall wind wolf was lifted off the ground and soared into the air.

Jiang Shuo twisted his waist and drew his tightly gripped spear once more.

Losing its footing in mid-air, the wind wolf was knocked out of the competition area and crashed off the stage.

After rolling around a few times, he passed out.

Jiang Shuo glanced at it, then looked away, bored.

"Let's do it next time."

After saying that, he ignored the stunned students and sat cross-legged on the stage, closing his eyes to meditate.

"Depend on!"

"That's it??"

"No way? A Soul Master couldn't even last three moves? What's going on?!"

"Is this match a scam in the Fighting Spirits area to rip off ticket buyers?! Give us our money back!!"

"Well, actually, that might not be the case... That Wind Wolf Soul Master is only level 31, which is considered to be in the lower middle range among the fifth graders. He only signed up early because he was closer to the Soul Battle Zone."

"Damn it! If you're not capable, why are you rushing to buy tickets first? I have to buy two tickets in two minutes." The student cursed as he pulled out three gold soul coins from his pocket and painfully stuffed them into the Soul Guidance Device for the ticket booth.

……

The Battle Arena not only has regular seats, but also spacious private rooms with a wide view, though these are reserved for teachers.

The freshmen of Class 9 were all brought here by Hibiscus.

He stared blankly at the farce unfolding below.

Ning Tian finally relaxed her tightly clenched hands, her heart calmed down, and a smile appeared on her pretty face.

Brother Shuo is really something.

So far, apart from the first giant ape and the second golden swift, no one has been able to withstand ten moves.

The stronger Jiang Shuo became, the more accurate Ning Tian felt his judgment was.

How many Soul Masters on the continent can defeat a Soul Sect Master at the age of twelve?

As the blonde girl felt joy, the light around her dimmed slightly.

As she looked up, she saw several middle-aged men and women walking to the glass window.

Ning Tian's mind stirred, and he looked at the white-haired old man in the center with his hands behind his back.

Yan Shaozhe, who was standing at the head of the crowd, felt something and turned his head away.

Their eyes met briefly.

Ning Tian was startled and quickly bowed, saying, "Hello, teacher."

Although she addressed him as "teacher," the girl was deeply shaken. With just a brief eye contact, she felt a vast and boundless aura emanating from him.

This aura is not targeted, yet it is like a high mountain, making people unable to help but look up.

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

Ning Tian had only ever felt this way with Jiang Shuo's father, the Primordial Douluo, and the sect's Guardian Sword Douluo.

Yan Shaozhe nodded slightly, turned away, and ignored the shocked blonde girl.

Ning Tian silently stepped back, feeling somewhat ashamed.

When faced with a stronger person, she would subconsciously back away and avoid eye contact.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

The next moment, she thought to herself.

If Shuo Ge'er were facing such a powerful opponent, what would he do?

He'll still hold his head high, calm and composed...

That's just his personality; he's almost fearless.

……

Yan Shaozhe stood with his hands behind his back in front of the large glass window, looking down at the black-haired youth who had single-handedly defeated more than ten Soul Venerables.

As the dean of Shrek Martial Soul Academy and a super Douluo over a hundred years old, his knowledge naturally far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Even when faced with such behavior that almost defied the entire Shrek Academy, they could remain calm.

"He is a pure martial soul user."

After watching for about ten minutes, Yan Shaozhe suddenly smiled and turned to Du Weilun beside him.

The Dean of Studies of the Outer Court also smiled and said, "The disciples of the Taixu Jiang Clan have always looked down on combat soul tools. In all these years, I have never seen them use one."

"These days, it's still the Soul Masters' world." Yan Shaozhe said noncommittally, making a nonsensical statement.

"Soul Masters don't have Super Douluo level, so naturally they can't compare to me, a Soul Master." Du Weilun smiled, a proud look on his face.

Do you think he's suitable for the inner court?

Upon hearing his superior's question, Du Weiren fell silent.

After a long pause, he said, "You'll have to discuss this with the elders."

Yan Shaozhe glanced back at his subordinate of over twenty years, nodded slightly, and didn't make things difficult for him.

"Xu Sanshi will be on in the next match."

Du Weilen's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded, "I'll make the arrangements right away."

offstage.

Jiang Shuo, who had already defeated thirteen Soul Masters in a row, showed no signs of exhausting his soul power.

On the contrary, their fighting spirit was high, and they seemed to be full of energy.

The boy raised the gun and slammed it against the stone platform.

His raised expression was one of arrogance; he pointed the tip of his gun at the audience on stage, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I think you shouldn't call Shrek monsters anymore."

"Let's just call him Shrek's Useless Kids!"

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