Chapter 92 Senior, this won't do! I haven't even used my Soul Skill yet!
Fifth Trial Arena.
Not long after the announcement, students began to arrive.
Of course, the number wasn't large, only about a hundred.
After all, this match was only arranged on short notice, and many people didn't know about it.
Yun Ze and Meng Hongchen walked into the arena side by side. Ahead, after confirming with the teacher in charge, Jiang Moyan turned to look at Yun Ze, "Junior, if you're scared, you can cancel immediately."
"No need, I also want to experience the true strength of a Soul Master." Yun Ze smiled and shook his head.
Jiang Moyan didn't speak again, only a shadow of gloom appeared in his eyes.
Very well.
I was just afraid you'd run away at the last minute.
"You're Yun Ze?" The teacher in charge of this match was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a uniform and slightly thin.
He looked at Yun Ze with some surprise. This kid didn't look that old, so why did he challenge Jiang Moyan?
Jiang Moyan's talent was actually quite good. At nearly sixteen years old, she was already a fourth-level Soul Master and a forty-first-level Soul Grandmaster. Although she couldn't compare to the genius siblings of the Hongchen family, she was still considered a very outstanding student in the entire academy.
Yun Ze nodded, confirming his identity with the teacher.
Seeing that Yun Ze seemed to have no objections, the teacher's gaze quickly fell on Meng Hongchen beside Yun Ze, and he was immediately stunned.
Wasn't this the eldest daughter of the Hall Master's family?
She was...
Suppressing his doubts, the teacher in charge's voice became a bit calmer, "I'll repeat the rules of the competition: only seriously injuring others without malicious intent is allowed. All other actions are within the scope of the competition."
Jiang Moyan smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, teacher, I know what I'm doing."
Yun Ze glanced at him, sneering inwardly.
"Alright, both sides, please enter the arena." As the teacher in charge spoke, he walked to the control panel and pressed a button.
With a clanging sound, the tightly closed metal gate not far away suddenly slid down, revealing the empty arena in the center.
Jiang Moyan stepped inside first, and Yun Ze was about to follow when Meng Hongchen gently pulled him back.
"Xiao Ze, no matter what, he's still royalty. Although my Mingde Hall isn't afraid of him, you'd better not be too ruthless," Meng Hongchen said solemnly.
"Sister Meng, is that how you see me?" Yun Ze feigned a wronged expression, lowering his head slightly.
Good heavens!
Xiao Ze's coquettish act is so cute!
Meng Hongchen chuckled, "Of course not! Humph, anyway, I'll leave it at that: whoever dares to mess with you, I
'll take care of them!" "With your words, I'm motivated," Yun Ze smiled slightly and entered the arena.
The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy's training ground was made of a special metal; even the ground beneath their feet made no sound when stepped on, demonstrating just how hard the metal was.
Jiang Moyan stood about a hundred meters away from Yun Ze, the standard distance for Sun Moon Soul Masters in combat. A hundred meters wasn't close, nor was it far; it was the minimum acceptable distance for both melee and ranged Soul Masters. After
the two entered the arena, a Soul Guidance Shield slowly rose from the edge, its light membrane swirling, clearly a high-level defensive Soul Guidance Device.
"Fifth Trial Arena, fifth-year student Jiang Moyan versus first-year student Yun Ze, the match begins!"
The teacher's voice rang out from the arena's broadcast, leaving the surrounding students and spectators utterly bewildered.
They knew Jiang Moyan was a fifth-year student, someone of high status.
But who was this Yun Ze?
A first-year student at that!
What was so interesting about this match?
Some were about to leave, but Yun Ze's next words made them stop in their tracks.
"Senior, to be fair, if you can force out my Soul Skill, you win this match, how about it?" Yun Ze smiled at Jiang Moyan in the distance.
Jiang Moyan was slightly taken aback.
No.
Has this kid gone mad?
Not just Jiang Moyan, most of the surrounding students thought Yun Ze was probably an idiot.
Some of the female students even looked at Yun Ze with slightly pitying eyes.
So handsome, yet not quite right in the head.
What a pity.
Taking him back and taking good care of him doesn't seem like a bad idea, does it? "I initially thought Junior Sister Meng had taken a liking to someone special, but it turns out she's just an idiot." A boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short, fiery red hair, sneered from the front row.
His name was Yue Chen, a fifth-year student like Jiang Moyan, and also a fourth-level Soul Master.
Yue Chen's father was Yue Feng, the vice-commander of the renowned Red Lion Soul Master Corps of the Sun Moon Empire. As the main force of the Sun Moon Empire's Southeast Army Group, the Red Lion Soul Master Corps had achieved numerous victories, with countless Star Luo soldiers dying at the hands of this legion.
Several other boys sat beside Yue Chen.
Each of them had a father who held at least the rank of marquis.
Of course, these noble children didn't only have one descendant, and the hereditary title wasn't guaranteed to fall to them.
But these people all had some connection to His Majesty, the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and so on.
Not only Yue Chen, but everyone else also thought that Yun Ze was probably out of his mind.
On the field.
Jiang Moyan had recovered from his shock, a smile playing on his lips. "Junior, I think the most important thing in life is to have some basic self-awareness."
Yun Ze nodded. "I think you're absolutely right, senior."
"So... you're just teasing me?" Jiang Moyan still smiled.
Yun Ze nodded again. "Yes, I'm teasing you."
"Senior, it's been so long, and you're only just realizing it?"
Suddenly,
Jiang Moyan's face darkened.
"Yun Ze, it's too late for you to admit defeat now." His voice was icy cold. "The happier you are now, the more miserable you'll be later!"
Yun Ze blinked. "Oh."
Jiang Moyan stared at Yun Ze for a moment, took a deep breath, and said no more.
He raised his hand, and a surge of soul power erupted from his body, revealing the aura of a fourth-level soul master. Immediately afterward, a longsword gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand, its blade covered in complex soul guidance arrays—clearly an extremely powerful soul tool.
Indeed, like Meng Hongchen, Jiang Moyan specializes in close-combat Soul Master.
The Mingdu Jiang family's inherited Martial Soul is a type called Moonlight Fox, leaning towards agility-based attacks. The sword in Jiang Moyan's hand is perfectly suited to him, especially under the moonlight, where its power nearly doubles!
"Let me teach you what a true Soul Master is!"
Before Jiang Moyan finished speaking, his figure flashed, instantly charging towards Yun Ze. Yun Ze stood motionless.
He
didn't even release his Martial Soul, simply watching Jiang Moyan charge.
The spectators outside the arena were astonished.
"Is this guy crazy? He doesn't even activate his Martial Soul?"
"Is he really out of his mind? Jiang Moyan is a Level 4 Soul Master!"
Jiang Moyan's lips curled into a sinister smile.
However, just as Jiang Moyan's sword was about to touch Yun Ze, Yun Ze's body suddenly shifted slightly, easily dodging the attack.
What appeared to be lightning-fast swordplay to the audience was, to Yun Ze, a snail's pace.
Even mid-air, Yun Ze swiftly delivered a kick.
*Bang!
* A muffled groan rang out, and Jiang Moyan felt a tremendous force on his back. The next instant, he was completely out of control, crashing to the ground. He
was lying face down.
Jiang Moyan's mind went completely blank!
What... happened?
The audience blinked in disbelief.
"Senior,"
Yun Ze's voice suddenly rang out.
"You're not doing well. I don't even have a soul skill yet, how come you're down? Senior, you're a level four Grand Soul Master, the really powerful kind!"
Yun Ze stood behind Jiang Moyan, smiling broadly.
(End of Chapter)
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