Chapter 84: Ten Meters in a Single Step — Terrifying Beyond Measure!
On the stage, Tai Long trembled with anger, yet he was helpless.
This Wang Li was far too mysterious — and incredibly powerful!
A Soul King expert like Zhu Zhuqing was only the vice-captain. Just how powerful must this captain be?
"Damn it... You'll regret this!"
"Even if I'm not your opponent, I'll drain a huge amount of your soul power!"
Tai Long clenched his fists and stared fixedly at Wang Li.
This scene caused contestants from kingdoms, duchies, and the Royal Knights to exchange confused looks.
Was the young man on stage really that terrifying?
They knew Tai Long's strength because he had already fought before.
To be honest, Tai Long was not weak. Although he was only a Soul Elder, in terms of pure strength, he was comparable to a Soul Ancestor.
Such strength ranked in the upper-middle tier among all contestants.
Yet when facing Wang Li, Tai Long showed fear before even fighting. It was truly difficult to understand.
"That's all the backbone you've got."
Wang Li waved his hand dismissively.
Tai Long: "..."
"Referee, aren't you going to announce the start of the match?"
Ignoring Tai Long's anger, Wang Li questioned the referee beside him.
Only then did the referee regain his senses.
"Th-the match begins!"
As a Soul Saint, he had actually felt a faint, almost imperceptible pressure when Wang Li spoke to him.
That strange "illusion" left the referee confused.
As soon as the match began, Tai Long immediately activated his martial soul.
Without saying another word, he rushed straight toward Wang Li.
Wang Li seemed to have gone stiff, not even releasing his martial soul!
Seeing this, Tai Long's eyes flashed with excitement. He wasn't going to remind Wang Li to release his martial soul.
A soul master's strength depended at least ninety percent on their martial soul.
And soul skills accounted for most of that strength!
Without releasing a martial soul, a soul master could display less than ten percent of their power.
Even if Wang Li were a Soul King, without using his martial soul, he might not necessarily defeat a Soul Elder!
The spectators exchanged puzzled looks, unable to understand why Wang Li still hadn't released his martial soul.
The Sky Water girls were the same — anxious expressions filled their faces.
Only Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Shui Bing'er, and Xiao An remained calm.
Not to mention Tai Long — even his grandfather Tai Tan wouldn't be Wang Li's opponent.
Defeating a Soul Douluo like Tai Tan was effortless for Wang Li.
"Don't worry. Brother Li is stronger than you can imagine."
Zhu Zhuqing explained calmly.
"Mm, Zhuqing's right!"
Ning Rongrong quickly added.
A year ago, Wang Li had already reached rank ninety-five or ninety-six. Now, he was likely even stronger!
The girls looked at Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong in shock.
Stronger than they had imagined?
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On the arena—
The distance between Tai Long and Wang Li grew smaller and smaller. One wore a cold smile; the other remained unmoved.
When only three meters remained between them, Tai Long's eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face.
His smile grew increasingly arrogant.
Even now, Wang Li hadn't released his martial soul — he simply raised his right hand.
Closer… even closer!
Smack—
The sound echoed across the arena.
Tai Long's smile slowly froze, then vanished, replaced by confusion and disbelief.
His head snapped to the side as his body flew backward. Seven or eight teeth shot out of his mouth…
When Tai Long's fist struck toward Wang Li, Wang Li merely tilted his body slightly, dodging the punch.
Then he slapped Tai Long across the face, creating the scene before them.
Tai Long flew dozens of meters, spinning two and a half times in midair before crashing heavily onto the ground.
Everyone: "..."
No martial soul. No fluctuation of soul power.
Just raw physical strength — and he sent a power-type Soul Elder flying dozens of meters with a single slap?
Even novels wouldn't dare write something like this.
The contestants swallowed nervously, staring fixedly at Wang Li.
Most of them were weaker than Tai Long.
Those stronger than him were few, and not by much.
None of them could defeat Tai Long without using a martial soul — let alone slap him flying like that.
You couldn't fake something like this, even in an act.
"Shrek? Monster Academy?"
"Trash is still trash — what monster?"
"Next!"
Wang Li crossed his arms and mocked them.
At these words, Flender, Tang San, and the others were furious, nearly grinding their teeth to pieces.
"I… I haven't lost yet!!"
Tai Long struggled back to his feet, staring at Wang Li. His speech was muffled through missing teeth.
That single slap had knocked out seven or eight teeth!
Wang Li was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
Wang Li glanced at Tai Long, the corner of his eye twitching.
That "refusal to admit defeat" spirit was probably something he learned from Tang San.
With a sigh, Wang Li slowly walked toward Tai Long.
His movements appeared slow, yet each step carried him ten meters forward.
Another step — another ten meters.
Everyone present, including Chen Xin, stood dumbfounded.
Ten meters in a single step??
Terrifying beyond measure!!
Most importantly, Wang Li still hadn't used his martial soul.
"Damn!"
"To what level has his understanding of space reached?!"
Chen Xin exclaimed blankly.
Even he couldn't do such a thing!
After all, he was a rank ninety-six Super Douluo.
Salas glanced at Chen Xin, then back at Wang Li, his mind shaken.
He could accomplish something similar using a soul skill.
Yes — a soul skill.
With his martial soul released and soul power activated, he could move dozens of meters in a single step.
But the Young Lord's younger brother hadn't even used his martial soul!
Even someone like Chen Xin had exclaimed like that — it showed just how terrifying Wang Li was.
"Shrinking the Earth to an Inch??"
Tang San's expression became dazed.
Wang Li's steps resembled the legendary spatial technique known as Shrinking the Earth to an Inch.
It was an application of spatial laws.
What appeared to be ten-meter steps might actually be him using spatial laws to transfer himself forward — or compress the distance between two points.
"Impossible… At his age, how could he…"
Tang San shook his head, denying the thought.
Smack—
The sound rang out again.
Wang Li backhanded Tai Long across the face once more.
Several more teeth flew out as Tai Long was sent flying again.
This time, he landed outside the arena.
"Next!"
Hearing this, the expressions of the Shrek group became more serious than ever before.
Jing Ling stepped forward… and was slapped away, leaving several teeth behind on the arena floor.
Huang Yuan went up…
Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai…
Finally, Tang San stepped onto the stage, staring at the teeth scattered across the ground, momentarily at a loss.
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End of Chapter