“Fatty, did I just hallucinate?” Dai Mubai turned to look at Ma Hongjun, his voice ethereal and slightly hoarse.
“One, ten thousand… ten thousand victories?” Ma Hongjun shouted.
This cry immediately triggered a frenzy among the other spectators.
“Wow, ten thousand victories?” “Wait, why are his soul rings black?” “So powerful, that’s already a Diamond Emblem, right!” “Did I hear wrong?
He only lost a little over two thousand matches?” “The Ice Sword Emperor is so handsome!” “I want to marry you.” These were from some infatuated young married women.
Flender was also grinning from ear to ear behind them, sighing in his heart: Qin Ming, ah Qin Ming, you’ve really given this teacher a great gift!
Cheers rose and fell continuously.
The audience gradually began chanting Xue Lei Han’s name, sending their warmest applause to this genius Soul Venerable.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly.
He actually didn’t need to announce this Ice Sword Emperor’s victory count just now, but he did so anyway, clearly to build up even more popularity and get the audience to buy tickets to watch this respected Lord Ice Sword Emperor’s matches.
Xue Lei Han cupped his fists slightly toward the surroundings, then returned to his seat amid the continuous cheers.
Before he could sit down properly, he felt five complicated gazes on him.
He turned his head slightly and saw Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Zhu Zhuqing all looking at him with complex expressions.
Xue Lei Han sighed and said, “These are my stats from five years in the Spirit Arena.
Back then, I ate and slept in the Spirit Arena day and night, which is why I was able to achieve this number.
Mubai, you all don’t need to feel discouraged.
Given time, you can do it too.” Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing saw Xue Lei Han’s sincere eyes and recalled what he had just said.
Their confidence was immediately restored.
Dai Mubai patted Xue Lei Han’s shoulder and smiled bitterly.
“I just feel like the gap between me and you, Leihan, is getting wider and wider.” “If you want to improve your strength or accumulate real combat experience, I can spar with you every day,” Xue Lei Han said with a slight smile.
“I happen to lack a sparring partner in the academy.” To Dai Mubai, however, this smile looked like an evil, scheming grin.
“I couldn’t ask for more.” Dai Mubai quickly replied.
As if he would pass up such an opportunity, it was impossible.
“Me too,” Tang San said as well.
He had felt something from Xue Lei Han’s history of struggle.
Looking at Xiao Wu beside him, a strong desire to protect her forever surged in his heart.
Tang San stepped forward and declared firmly.
“And us.” Seeing that both Dai Mubai and Tang San had spoken up, the others all chimed in.
Xue Lei Han suddenly felt that he had dug a massive pit for himself, but he still smiled slightly and agreed.
Although he knew that the Shrek Academy group would eventually fight against the Imperial Combat Team.
He knew that with their talent, qualifying for the Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament was a sure thing.
What Xue Lei Han was doing now might make Yu Feng and Oslo shout that it was unfair and look puzzled, but Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan would definitely support him.
What does it feel like to be invincible among your peers?
It is loneliness.
That was why Xue Lei Han was doing his utmost to help the Imperial Combat Team by giving them strong opponents.
Even if the Imperial Combat Team lost, he wouldn’t feel discouraged.
They could just win it back next time.
After all, being the sole supreme being is quite boring, isn’t it?
Our future won’t be lonely.
Xue Lei Han smiled faintly, then turned his gaze back to the arena.
Next, Xiao Wu went on stage.
She used only her first soul skill to throw her opponent off the stage, easily securing a victory.
“This soul skill looks kind of like wrestling?” Xue Lei Han recalled some festival events held in the imperial palace, where two burly men would not use soul power but rely purely on physical strength to throw each other out of a designated area.
Tang San held back a laugh and nodded.
“That’s right.
Xiao Wu’s first soul skill is Waist Throw.
Leihan, be careful when you fight her in the future.
Her martial soul is very fast.” “Thanks for the reminder,” Xue Lei Han nodded.
The next match was an unexpected internal battle that no one had anticipated.
The participants were Xue Lei Han and Zhu Zhuqing.
Dai Mubai’s face instantly turned pale, showing some embarrassment.
He leaned close to Xue Lei Han’s ear and whispered, “Brother, go easy on her.” Xue Lei Han noticed Zhu Zhuqing’s murderous gaze directed at Dai Mubai and wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
“Let me understand exactly how big the gap between me and you is.” After saying this, Zhu Zhuqing turned around gracefully and walked toward the arena.
Xue Lei Han nodded at him, then followed Zhu Zhuqing onto the Spirit Arena stage.
This match was probably deliberately arranged by the host.
Looking at the middle-aged man’s smiling, squinting face, Xue Lei Han remained silent.
A Diamond Emblem holder versus a Bronze Emblem holder?
What a joke!
Was it for topic appeal or novelty?
Xue Lei Han had no way of knowing, but the audience, seeing Xue Lei Han standing on the Spirit Arena stage for the second time, all stood up and cheered his name as the Ice Sword Emperor.
Zhu Zhuqing was never someone affected by external factors, and coincidentally, neither was Xue Lei Han.
After taking their positions at opposite ends of the arena, both simultaneously fixed their eyes on the referee.
“The spirit battle begins now!” As soon as the words fell, Zhu Zhuqing instantly released her martial soul.
Her eyes changed color at the same time, left eye dark green, right eye clear blue.
A pair of cute cat ears perked up slightly, and ten sharp claws sprang out from her fingertips.
Her body crouched low as she coldly stared at Xue Lei Han, like a predator eyeing its prey.
Two yellow soul rings appeared around her, giving off a cold and sharp aura that felt somewhat suffocating.
But Xue Lei Han had experienced this kind of cold feeling countless times in the desolate far north.
Even Sword Dou Luo Chen Xin’s pressure when not yet serious only made his legs tremble slightly.
This sharp aura was nothing in comparison.
Xue Lei Han did not draw his sword.
Instead, his sword was slightly unsheathed, as if it could launch a thunderous strike at any moment.
“Please be serious and use your soul rings to fight me!” With her small tiger teeth slightly visible, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly glared at Xue Lei Han in anger.
This feeling of being looked down upon was unbearable for her.
“I don’t know what Dai Mubai said to you, but this is the Spirit Arena, a place where we show our true strength.
Xue Lei Han, let me see your soul skills!” Her voice grew louder toward the end, fierce light flashing in her cat-like pupils.
Xue Lei Han calmly glanced at Dai Mubai, who looked embarrassed and was smiling bitterly in the spectator seats, and sighed inwardly.
However, he couldn’t help but admire Zhu Zhuqing’s strong and proud personality.
“Alright, as you wish.” Xue Lei Han slowly drew his Azure Rose Thorn Sword.
Three soul rings, one purple and two black, gradually appeared around the sword.
He assumed a casual stance, the sword tip pointing straight at Zhu Zhuqing.
To him, the most comfortable posture was the strongest posture!
A chill slowly spread across the arena following Xue Lei Han’s will.
His short hair fluttered gently in the cold wind.
The chill covered the smooth Spirit Arena floor with a layer of frost.
His expression was calm, his ice-blue pupils devoid of any emotion as he gazed at Zhu Zhuqing.
He suddenly recalled a phrase from Yu Tianheng: If you respect me, then defeat me with your strongest soul skill!
When Zhu Zhuqing saw Xue Lei Han’s serious eyes and the unsheathed long sword, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
But she revealed a smile, and then her two soul rings flashed in sequence.
With a whoosh, her body disappeared.
Nether Thrust activated.
In mid-air, Zhu Zhuqing’s sharp claws suddenly extended.
Her body changed direction instantly, her speed doubling in that moment as she pounced diagonally toward Xue Lei Han.
Xue Lei Han flicked his sword, creating several sword flowers.
With a “clang,” he blocked Zhu Zhuqing’s rushing sharp claws.
But Zhu Zhuqing did not give up.
While still in the air, her claws struck toward Xue Lei Han again.
Her second hundred-year soul ring flashed, it was Nether Hundred Claws.
Xue Lei Han smiled faintly.
“Not bad.” A good attempt.
If it had been another strong attack-type soul master standing here, they might have been thrown into a fluster and caught off guard.
But the one standing here was him—Xue Lei Han.
His third black soul ring bloomed.
A roar reached Zhu Zhuqing’s ears, and her offense slowed down noticeably.
A cold glint flashed in Xue Lei Han’s eyes.
His first purple thousand-year soul ring lit up.
A blue light wrapped around the Azure Rose Thorn Sword and instantly sent Zhu Zhuqing flying.
“Sending” was more appropriate here, because Xue Lei Han hadn’t used much force at all.
Then he turned and nodded toward Dai Mubai.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai breathed a sigh of relief and gave a grateful look before hurriedly running down from the spectator seats to Zhu Zhuqing’s side.
Zhu Zhuqing sat fallen outside the arena.
The place where the sword had struck her was already covered with a thin layer of ice.
She suddenly smiled.
It had to be said that her smile was very charming.
“Truly powerful.” With that, she fainted.
Dai Mubai quickly picked her up.
After meeting up with Xue Lei Han, who was walking down from the stage, they headed back to the spectator seats together.
“I owe you one,” Dai Mubai said softly while looking at the gradually waking Zhu Zhuqing.
Xue Lei Han looked at the side of Dai Mubai’s face, then shifted his gaze away and said calmly, “If you consider me a friend, then you don’t owe anything.” Dai Mubai clenched his fist, then smiled.
After that, more spirit battles followed one after another.
The Shrek Academy group also got chances to fight on stage.
After waking up, Zhu Zhuqing insisted on fighting as well and achieved two victories.
When Xue Lei Han went on stage once more and knocked a five-ring Soul King off the arena, he walked out of the stage area and saw the group chatting in place.
He greeted them.
“Where’s the dean?” Tang San asked Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai said helplessly, “Who knows where he went.
He told us to head back to the academy after the spirit battles end.” “He went to collect the money he won from gambling,” Xue Lei Han said calmly, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.
The Four-Eyed Cat Eagle truly lived up to his reputation.
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and headed toward the academy.
During the walk, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have an argument, after which Zhu Zhuqing left the group alone.
Xue Lei Han couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
These two really were a pair of quarreling lovers.