"You lost, so scram..."
"It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that."
Hearing these words, Guang Biao looked as if he had heard the biggest joke, his face filled with disdain. In the next moment, the aura of a Soul Emperor burst forth from his entire body.
"Martial Soul Avatar."
With a light hum, the Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul—identical to Guang Long's—instantly manifested. Powerful armor visibly materialized across his body.
Beneath his feet, six Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple—radiated an imposing presence. Though not the most optimal configuration, they still marked him as a formidable expert.
After all, in recent times, with Soul Beasts becoming increasingly scarce, the once-standard best Soul Ring combinations had become a rare emblem of the elite. A hundred-year Soul Spirit and two thousand-year Soul Spirits were now considered the true premium choice.
"A six-ring Soul Emperor..."
Witnessing this scene, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but gasp in shock. Even within the entire Eastsea Academy, it would be impossible to find another expert of this caliber.
But the only one who fit that description was already present—right here, right now!
And that person was Eastsea's pride!
It was said that even a certain high-ranking official from the senior division, who preferred to remain anonymous (Zhang Buwei), had once been beaten to the point of helplessness by him. He was, without a doubt, the undisputed pinnacle of Eastsea Academy.
"..."
"Frost Sky."
Wu Zhangkong's expression remained indifferent as he observed the scene, his cold eyes betraying no emotion. He murmured softly under his breath.
In the next instant, the Weapon Battle Soul that had accompanied him for decades was tightly gripped in his hand.
The sword had a name—Frost Sky.
And then, six Soul Rings materialized around him in succession: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!
"He's also a Soul Emperor..."
"Wait—what?!"
At first, the Soul Rings seemed unremarkable. But when the fifth and sixth rings appeared, Guang Biao's face twisted as if he had seen a ghost.
Two yellow, two purple, two black—the optimal Soul Ring configuration!
Black! Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!
Where could one even hunt Soul Beasts for those nowadays? Unless... he had purchased ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda...
But those were only available to a select few!
"You actually have ten-thousand-year Soul Rings..."
Guang Biao inhaled sharply, his eyes flashing with wariness. A Soul Emperor with ten-thousand-year Soul Rings...
This man was no ordinary opponent!
"Boss, should we step in?"
Beside him, a Mecha Designer frowned, his face etched with concern. This was a Soul Emperor with ten-thousand-year Soul Rings—could their boss really handle him alone?
"..."
"Don't make reckless decisions."
Guang Biao shot him a glare. Even if he couldn't win, he couldn't afford to show weakness in front of so many people!
"Though you are strong, I am no pushover either."
"Hand over the one who harmed my brother, and I won't linger here any longer. I have no desire for a full-blown confrontation..."
"Otherwise, don't blame my Mecha Brigade for acting impolitely."
He turned his gaze toward Wu Zhangkong as he spoke.
He hadn't come here to make enemies—only to take away the culprit behind the assault. Since the man before him was a powerhouse, it was best to avoid unnecessary conflict.
"Frost Trace."
Wu Zhangkong remained silent. Instead, the second yellow Soul Ring around him suddenly blazed with intense light.
If fists were about to fly, what was the point in talking about reason?
If you want to lay a finger on his students, you'll have to go through him first.
Second Soul Skill, Frost Trace.
"Dammit."
"Don't think I'm afraid of you—"
"Third Soul Skill, Giant Beast's Strength!"
Guang Biao snorted coldly, raising his massive iron armor in front of him. As a fellow six-ringed Soul Emperor, he refused to believe he was weaker than his opponent.
So what if the other had a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring? He was a defensive-type Soul Master! There was no damage he couldn't withstand...
"Wait—"
"Something's wrong!"
Yet, in reality, under Wu Zhangkong's Soul Skill, Guang Biao quickly found himself in disarray. Even his most reliable defenses seemed as flimsy as paper against his opponent.
But this...
Was only the other's second Soul Skill!
"Third Soul Skill."
"Frost Sky Slash."
A cold arrogance filled Wu Zhangkong's expression, yet his hands never paused. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a massive sword shadow materialized and slashed toward Guang Biao with overwhelming force.
"Dammit! Sixth Soul Skill, Iron Dragon's Defense!"
"Wow, Teacher Wu is making his move!"
"That bald guy definitely can't beat him."
Xie Xie's eyes sparkled as he watched the battle from afar, unable to contain his excitement. A Soul Emperor with the optimal Soul Ring configuration—no wonder it was Teacher Wu!
"Yeah, yeah!"
"Wahhh~ Teacher Wu is so cool!"
Tang Wulin and the others were no different. No boy could resist admiring a strong fighter, especially one like Teacher Wu. Among them, Zhang Yangzi, his number one fan, was the most fervent.
"But that old bald guy actually called so many people over... seriously..."
"Good thing I called my dad."
Xie Xie snorted. Even though the Mecha Brigade had sent so many people, did they really think he had no connections? He had already called his father.
His father was also a Mecha Designer!
"I wonder when..."
"I'll become a six-ringed Soul Emperor too."
At this moment, Tang Luochuan gazed at Wu Zhangkong's figure with a thoughtful expression, murmuring to himself.
A two-word Battle Armor Master, a six-ringed Soul Emperor...
Within seven years, he would definitely reach that level too!
"..."
Meanwhile, Gu Yue watched the scene with a contemplative look. That bald human was so annoying...
She should just have Xiong Jun eliminate him later.
After all, this human was of no use to Luo Chuan and was just a waste of air.
Elsewhere, in the Xie family courtyard.
Tang Ziran and Lang Yue had gathered there to discuss plans for Xie Tianhai's future black Mecha. Crafting a black-level Mecha was child's play for them.
"Brother Tang, Sister Tang... Xie Xie just called me and said..."
Xie Tianhai's face was flushed with agitation and anger.
"Huh?"
"Brother, what did Xie Xie say?"
Tang Ziran paused his work, a hint of confusion crossing his face. Had something happened to the kids?
That couldn't be.
With his son's abilities, even if they encountered a Soul Ancestor or Soul King, it wouldn't be a big problem—let alone within the confines of East Sea Academy.
"That guy from the Mecha Brigade, some Soul Emperor."
"Went to cause trouble for Xie Xie and Luo Chuan!"
Xie Tianhai's voice was thick with fury.
"?"
"A Soul Emperor? A Mecha Designer?"
At these words, Lang Yue's smile instantly froze, replaced by a livid expression. A Soul Emperor... a Mecha Designer...
Looking for trouble with his son?
And a Mecha Designer at that...
"Fine!"
"Let's see what tricks this Mecha Designer has up his sleeve."
Tang Ziran sneered coldly, throwing his tools aside with a heavy clang, all traces of goodwill vanishing from his face.
In the next instant, accompanied by an overwhelming surge of power, two pitch-black Mecha units materialized abruptly.
"Wonder if two eighth-level Mecha Designers like us..."
"Are enough to protect our son?"
Tang Ziran and his companion boarded their Mecha units, snorting disdainfully.
To dare bully their son...
That guy's career as a Mecha Designer was as good as over!
(End of Chapter)