Yu Xiaowei's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either—just loud enough for everyone on the field to hear.
At the VIP table.
The Emperor of Star Luo, Dai Tianfeng, frowned and looked toward the arena, then spoke to a middle-aged man beside him dressed in luxurious clothing.
"Jinsong, what kind of soul power does this kid from Tiandou have? A Soul Sect? Even if he is, how could he dare to speak so arrogantly against ten Soul Masters?"
"Could he be a Soul King?"
The age of a soul master couldn't be determined by looks alone. Furthermore, Yu Xiaowei was tall and exuded a fierce aura after killing Meng Li. Dai Tianfeng mistakenly thought Tiandou had sent a Soul King in his twenties.
The middle-aged man in luxurious clothing immediately stood up and stepped out. After a moment, he returned, bowed, and said:
"Your Majesty, the latest intel indicates that this boy's name is Yu Xiaowei. He's a powerful level-38 assault-type Battle Soul Master, and he's only around ten to twelve years old!!!"
"Twenty days ago, he killed a level-44 Battle Soul Master in the Silvester Battle Soul Arena. Your Majesty, this child could indeed pose a great threat to the Crown Prince and his men."
"My subordinates failed in their duty, and the information was delayed. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
Dai Tianfeng narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Twelve years old, level 38, fought a level-44 Battle Soul Master."
"Tch, Heaven Dou has produced a truly outstanding genius."
He then leaned back calmly, fingers tapping the armrest of his chair, lost in thought.
Back on the spirit battle stage.
After a moment of stunned silence, the students from Xingluo Royal Academy suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Kid, who do you think you are? You want to take on ten people?"
"Come here and hit me, I'm so scared!"
"This kid must be seriously ill! Brothers, we can't mock patients—hahaha!"
Unlike the others, Davis looked at Yu Xiaowei seriously and asked,
"Are you sure you want to fight all ten of us?"
Yu Xiaowei glanced at the students laughing hysterically and pointed at Davis and Zhu Zhuyun with a smirk.
"You two are okay, but the rest of them? Trash. Calling them ugly is a compliment."
"This is the main arena for student exchanges. Do you know the consequences of talking nonsense here?"
Zhu Haoran, frowning and facing the angry students, questioned Yu Xiaowei.
"Who said I was talking nonsense? If I say I'll beat all ten, I mean it."
"What's wrong, Star Luo folks? Too scared to fight one against ten? Hurry up—I haven't had lunch yet!"
Yu Xiaowei looked at the Star Luo Royal Academy students with disdain. His contemptuous gaze made their blood boil.
"This kid is too arrogant! Your Highness, let me take the stage and crush him!"
"I can't stand it anymore, Your Highness. Let me go!"
"Everyone, stand down. It's not your turn. I'm the first to fight according to plan."
Davis stopped the furious students and gave a gentle smile.
"Zhuyun and I have the highest soul power among us, so we won't bully the weak by ganging up."
"How about this? I'll fight you one-on-one. If you defeat me, your Heaven Dou Royal Academy wins the exchange."
Davis's words showed immense confidence. He was 22 years old and already a level-44 Soul Master.
According to their intel, Heaven Dou's strongest was Yu Tianheng, also 22, at level 37.
This unknown boy before them, even if he was their hidden trump card, was at best just a Soul Master.
He was confident that no Soul Master of the same age could match him.
"You're not enough."
Yu Xiaowei shook his head seriously. "You alone? I'm afraid I might kill you by accident."
Davis was so furious he laughed. His gentle expression vanished, replaced by a fierce glare.
"Well, I admit—you've angered me. Since you're so confident, fine, I won't go easy. Zhuyun and I will enter the field together. If you beat us, your school wins."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince—"
Zhu Haoran tried to interject, but Davis raised his hand to stop him.
"Chairman Zhu, my decision is made. Say no more."
With that, he led Zhu Zhuyun onto the stage. The six eyes of the three fighters clashed intensely in midair.
Zhu Haoran had no choice but to step down and shout,
"Prepare for battle. You may now release your martial spirits!"
Davis and Zhu Zhuyun's lazy expressions changed instantly. One's eyes turned domineering, the other's icy and terrifying.
"Davis, level 44, assault-type Battle Soul Master."
"Zhu Zhuyun, level 43, agility-type Battle Soul Master."
Four soul rings each—two yellow and two purple—appeared beside them. The powerful aura of Soul Sects surged toward Yu Xiaowei like a tide.
"Yu Xiaowei, assault-type Battle Soul Master, level 38."
Three soul rings—one yellow and two purple—emerged. Godzilla's spirit possessed his body. Though his soul power fluctuations were weaker than Davis and Zhu Zhuyun's, a terrifying killing intent radiated from him.
"This, this…"
Whether shocked by the purple soul rings or Yu Xiaowei's unique martial soul, the Star Luo crowd gasped repeatedly.
"Oh, I forgot to mention—I once tore apart a level-44 battle-type Soul Sect who was blind, in the Silvester Battle Soul Arena."
"Do you know? Killing someone feels really good."
Yu Xiaowei grinned, clenching his fists. Ever since the fight with Meng Li, he'd fallen in love with it.
Feeling the violent aura radiating from Yu Xiaowei, Davis and Zhu Zhuyun suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
"Begin!"
At Zhu Haoran's signal, Yu Xiaowei's first and second soul rings lit up, and he dashed at Davis like a bolt of lightning.
"White Tiger Protective Barrier! White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Yu Xiaowei's sudden, fierce attack stunned Davis. He didn't have time to dodge, so he instantly activated two defensive skills.
A white light shield enveloped him—but as soon as it formed, a field of nuclear radiation surrounded it.
The White Tiger Barrier was instantly shattered by the radiation.
Under Davis's shocked gaze, Yu Xiaowei was already in front of him.
I saw him stomp the ground, spin his body mid-charge, and his tail—like a steel whip—lashed out viciously.
This was Godzilla's tail-whip technique. Fat Boss had used it to kill a male MUTO.
"Netherworld Spring Waterfall!"
Just as the whip was about to strike, Zhu Zhuyun finally reacted. The radiation field had disoriented her agile body almost instantly.
Yu Xiaowei had a momentary daze, as if reliving his previous life as an otaku.
The tail whip's power slightly weakened, but Davis still got whipped hard and thrown back.
"Hatano Yoshizawaju!"
Suddenly, Yu Xiaowei, lost in his otaku memories, slapped himself hard. "What are you thinking?! You're in the middle of a fight—focus!"
"How is he this fast?!"
Zhu Zhuyun, mid-Netherworld Slash, was stunned to see Yu Xiaowei's eyes regain clarity.
As a black light blade about a foot long descended on his head, Yu Xiaowei grinned grimly and spewed a blast of white-hot flame from his mouth.
The blazing wave of fire struck the shocked Zhu Zhuyun. She aborted her Netherworld Slash and rolled aside, embarrassed.
But just as she stood up, Yu Xiaowei charged in, lifted his right leg, and kicked her hard.
Boom!
Zhu Zhuyun was launched to the edge of the ring like a rag doll and struggled for a long time to get up.
Davis finally managed to stand—he had used two defensive skills just in time.
But Yu Xiaowei had also boosted his strength by 200% and his attacks by 100%.
That whip, amplified terrifyingly, left Davis in excruciating pain all over.
Had it not been for Zhu Zhuyun's Netherworld Spring Waterfall delaying him, he might not have been able to stand at all.
The battle had only lasted two rounds.
Davis and Zhu Zhuyun, both Soul Masters, were injured, while Yu Xiaowei, just a Soul Master himself, stood proudly.
"Is he really a Soul Master?"
"What kind of martial spirit does he have? How can he hit so hard and move so fast?"
"He said he could beat ten by himself… and it looks like he wasn't bragging!"
The Star Luo Royal Academy students felt chills run down their spines. Even a Soul Master was beaten like this—if they went up, they'd probably get beaten to death.
Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Haoran stared in disbelief, while Qin Ming and the Royal Battle Team shed tears of joy.
Davis staggered to Zhu Zhuyun's side, helped her up, stared at the murderous Yu Xiaowei, and gritted his teeth.
"Zhuyun, White Tiger Netherworld Transformation!!!"
With his shout, a three-meter-wide black beam shot into the sky, and a deafening tiger roar echoed throughout the arena.
When the black light faded, a massive white tiger, ten meters long and three meters tall, appeared in all its glory.
The white tiger's entire body was translucent, fur white with black stripes, eyes purple—it locked its gaze on Yu Xiaowei.