15: Chapter 15 Chaos Thunder Dragon VS Xuanming Turtle, He Gets Beaten to the Point of Despair

The crowd instantly exploded.

"Hiss~ Are my eyes playing tricks on me? What is that?"

"Black... black? A ten-thousand-year spirit ring!"

"Are you kidding me! A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor? This isn't scientific!"

"Monster! This is definitely a monster!"

Exclamations and the sound of people gasping for air rose and fell one after another.

The arrogant and unyielding expression on Xu Sanshi's face instantly vanished.

He stared intently at Su Chen, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"You... you're not joking? You're only twelve?"

"That's right!"

Su Chen nodded.

Upon receiving a positive response, Xu Sanshi's clenched fists began to tremble.

As a fellow genius, he had always been proud.

But today, that pride was stepped on and ground into the dirt.

This mentality directly caused him to break down.

"Hmph! I don't believe in this evil!"

Xu Sanshi grit his teeth, and the first hundred-year spirit ring on his body lit up.

"First Spirit Skill, Mysterious Underworld Quake!"

A circle of pale blue water ripples spread out from him as the center, sweeping toward Su Chen.

The ground was vibrated wet by this surge of energy.

However, Su Chen just stood there, too lazy to even move.

A faint phantom of purple-black dragon scales flashed across the surface of his body.

Bang— Bang— Bang!

The aggressive water ripples were directly shattered, failing to even flutter the corner of Su Chen's clothes.

Xu Sanshi's pupils constricted.

Before he could react, the first and second spirit rings on Su Chen's body lit up simultaneously.

Purple-black lightning crackled, instantly enveloping his right hand and forming a hideous phantom dragon claw.

"Not good!"

Xu Sanshi hurriedly surged his Soul Power, and a Xuanming Shield engraved with tortoise shell patterns appeared out of thin air, blocking his front.

"Second Soul Skill, Mysterious Underworld Shield Array!"

However, as soon as that shield appeared, it was caught squarely by Su Chen's Thunder Dragon Claw.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound rang out, heard by the entire audience.

The Xuanming Shield, renowned for its defensive power, was actually like a piece of fragile glass, instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Rumble!

Immediately after, the shield exploded.

A violent force rebounded through the shield; Xu Sanshi felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."

His eyes widened, filled with terror.

"My shield... how is this possible!"

However...

Su Chen gave him no chance to recover at all.

The third spirit ring on his body, that dazzling purple thousand-year spirit ring, suddenly lit up.

"Third Spirit Skill, Thunder Dragon's Fury!"

"Roar—"

A deafening dragon's roar resounded.

Immediately following, a massive phantom of the Chaos Thunder Dragon emerged behind Su Chen.

The giant claw, condensing thousands of lightning bolts and carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, slammed down toward Xu Sanshi's head.

"I'm finished!"

Only this one thought remained in Xu Sanshi's mind.

He forced himself to swallow the blood rising in his throat, and the third spirit ring on his body flared up.

"Third Spirit Skill, Mysterious Underworld Power!"

The thousand-year spirit ring shone with intense purple light!

A massive phantom of a dark green tortoise shell appeared out of thin air, covering his entire body.

The patterns on the shell shimmered with a faint light.

This was Xu Sanshi's ultimate defensive trump card, which had once withstood an attack from a Spirit King.

"Trying to stall with defense? Too late!"

Su Chen sneered.

The next second.

Rumble—!

A violent sound of collision rang out.

Crack, crack, crack...

The dark green tortoise shell phantom, like an eggshell, cracked directly and then shattered into countless specks of light.

Xu Sanshi was completely stunned.

Before he could react, the remaining power of the Thunder Dragon Claw struck his chest.

"Pfft!"

Xu Sanshi, like a kite with a broken string, was violently sent flying, spitting out another large mouthful of blood before sliding down the barrier to the ground.

Complete defeat!

The referee on the side was stunned for several seconds before coming to his senses.

Looking at the unharmed Su Chen on the field and then at the unconscious Xu Sanshi in the distance, he raised his arm high.

"Su Chen, wins!"

The entire process, from start to finish, didn't even take half a minute.

The entire audience was dead silent.

This... it's over already?

A level 39 Soul Elder, a genius of Shrek Academy's Outer Court, was actually insta-killed by a twelve-year-old freshman?

Is this reasonable?

Su Chen clapped his hands.

He stepped forward, unhurriedly walking to Xu Sanshi's side, and lightly kicked his calf with the tip of his toe.

"Hey, stop playing dead. I know you're awake."

Xu Sanshi's body stiffened, but he didn't move.

Su Chen kicked him again.

"Hurry up, get up and apologize to my friend."

Xu Sanshi trembled all over and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Looking at the fine electric arcs on his arm that hadn't fully dissipated, he struggled to climb up from the ground.

He knew the other party had shown mercy.

Otherwise, with that claw just now, it wouldn't have been as simple as passing out; he would have gone straight to see his great-grandmother.

He staggered in front of Huo Yuhao, lowering his head, his voice dry.

"Sor... sorry."

After saying those three words, he painfully clutched his still-aching chest and slunk away from the field, supported by his companions, not even daring to look back.

His departing figure was as pathetic as could be.

Huo Yuhao stood there, a warm current surging through his heart.

If not for Su Chen today, the one being ground into the dirt and making a fool of himself in public would have been him.

"Kid, did you see that?"

Heavenly Dream Iceworm's mischievous voice rang in his mind.

"I told you my eye for people is top-tier! The Spirit on this kid is not simple, not simple at all!"

"To be able to make such a 'thigh'... ahem, friend, you're quite lucky."

Huo Yuhao nodded silently.

It truly was good luck.

By then, Su Chen had walked up to him, the last trace of purple-black lightning on his fingertips quietly dissipating.

"Let's go, what are you standing there for?"

Su Chen patted Huo Yuhao's shoulder.

"I'll take you to a good place, the Soul Tool Department."

"Huh? The Soul Tool Department?" Huo Yuhao was a bit dazed.

"Yes," Su Chen smiled, "aren't you worried about having nowhere to use your Mental Energy? Those old fogies in the Soul Tool Department love geniuses like you with strong Mental Energy the most."

"Once you're there, they can teach you how to control it more precisely."

Sunlight spilled through the massive dome of the Spirit Dueling Arena, illuminating the side of Su Chen's face.

Huo Yuhao looked at him and suddenly felt like he saw a brand new direction.

On the other side, Shrek Inner Court.

In an elegant dormitory.

Ma Xiaotao curled up in the corner of the room, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Her fiery red long hair fluttered eerily despite the lack of wind, like a mass of burning flames.

Beneath her snow-white skin, faint streaks of crimson light could be seen flowing, as if scalding lava was surging through her veins.

"Damn it... evil fire..."

Ma Xiaotao bit her lower lip hard, her pearly teeth chattering.

Her fingernails had already sunk deep into her palms, oozing blood.