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A tall male student stepped forward, his face full of confidence. Wu Ming frowned and said, "You're not his match." The male student grinned. "How will I know if I don't try?" Hearing this, Wu Ming thought he had a point and chose not to argue further. The male student's eyes lit up as he pushed off from the small boat with great force, using the momentum to propel himself toward the battlefield. "I'm coming!" He shouted mid-air, throwing out several discs beneath his feet. Using them to step forward, he gradually approached the battlefield before finally landing on a lotus leaf. Ripples spread outward in thick waves, but he stood firm. "Su Yu! I, Huang Yunfeng, challenge you!" His loud declaration, paired with his towering physique, made for an imposing presence. Su Yu glanced at him but said nothing. At this moment, Du Weilun spoke up: "The first round of the exchange match—Su Yu versus Huang Yunfeng—begins!" As soon as the words fell, Huang Yunfeng activated his martial soul. A roaring black tiger materialized, radiating fierce energy. His appearance changed drastically—his long black hair draped down, his body swelled, and he grew a few inches taller. A distinct (King) symbol appeared on his forehead. Dark energy swirled around him, and beneath him, five soul rings appeared in sequence—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black. Black Tiger Martial Soul. Five Rings—Soul King! Su Yu glanced at him again but completely lost interest. No wonder he had never heard of this guy before. Just another small fry. "Roar!" Huang Yunfeng let out a deafening roar as his first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously. He charged toward Su Yu at full speed. His heavy steps made the lotus leaves beneath him seem like they would collapse at any moment. "Take this! Black Tiger Claw!" Mid-air, Huang Yunfeng lunged forward, his sharp claws slashing out a blade of energy over a meter long, aiming straight for Su Yu. Su Yu simply tilted his body slightly, easily dodging the attack. Then, with a casual backhand slap— Pa! A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the air. The sheer force left Huang Yunfeng stunned. He spun two and a half times in the air before crashing heavily onto a lotus leaf. Splash! The leaf couldn't support the impact and collapsed, sending Huang Yunfeng straight into the water. One slap—instant defeat! The entire venue fell silent. Ma Xiaotao's mouth twitched. Wu Ming's forehead veins pulsed. Even Han Ruoruo's expression turned slightly odd. On the other hand, Xiao Hongchen wasn't polite at all—he burst into laughter. "That's it? That's it?!" "This guy must be here for comic relief. 'I'm coming,' he said—man, I'm dying!" The students from Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy, though not as exaggerated as Xiao Hongchen, also smiled. Meanwhile, the outer court students had originally thought that whoever dared to step up first must be somewhat capable. They had expected an exciting battle. But this… ended like a joke. On the large ship, the elders remained silent. Xian Lin'er's brows furrowed in barely contained anger. Getting slapped into the water like that—what an embarrassment. Yan Shaozhe, however, remained smiling. "It's fine, it's just the first match. Just sending Su Yu some warm-up rounds, no big deal." Hearing this, Xian Lin'er snorted and said nothing. Yan Shaozhe chuckled and continued watching. At this point, Du Weilun had already pulled Huang Yunfeng out of the water. Dripping wet like a drowned rat, Huang Yunfeng looked dazed. "I… I lost?" "What do you think?" Du Weilun said impatiently. Losing wasn't the issue—the problem was losing so disgracefully. Huang Yunfeng lowered his head in embarrassment. Du Weilun tossed him back onto the inner court students' boat and said flatly, "Next contestant, step forward." Wu Ming was about to move when another tall figure stood up. "No rush, Senior Wu Ming. Let me have a go." Wu Ming raised an eyebrow—this person was indeed stronger than Huang Yunfeng. "Chu Qingtian, be careful. Don't end up like Huang Yunfeng and embarrass yourself." "Don't worry, Senior Wu Ming, I got this." With that, Chu Qingtian leaped toward the battlefield. "Xiaotao, do you think he can win?" Wu Ming asked. Ma Xiaotao answered without hesitation, "He'll lose within three minutes." Wu Ming was surprised. "Xiaotao, Chu Qingtian has already broken through to Soul Emperor." "So was Dai Yuoheng back then. Do you think Chu Qingtian is stronger than Dai Yuoheng?" Ma Xiaotao replied nonchalantly. Wu Ming paused—when it came to talent, Chu Qingtian really couldn't compare to Dai Yuoheng. Ma Xiaotao sighed lightly. "Wu Ming, unless one of us steps up, no one else stands a chance. You don't understand his abilities." Wu Ming remained silent and simply focused on the battlefield. Indeed, Chu Qingtian was much stronger than Huang Yunfeng—he had reached the Soul Emperor level. Though only at Rank 61, a Soul Emperor was still a Soul Emperor. His martial soul was the Lightning Frenzied Leopard, but unlike most soul masters who used lightning for attacks, he used it to boost his speed. By merging with lightning, he could push his speed to the extreme. In terms of speed, he was one of the top-ranked individuals in the inner court. Chu Qingtian continuously moved at high speeds, attempting to create an opening in Su Yu's defense. But what he didn't expect— Su Yu's speed was utterly terrifying. He was like the wind—swift, elusive. Before Chu Qingtian could react, a single kick sent him flying straight into the water. Splash! Chu Qingtian—defeated. The entire match lasted less than a minute. This loss caused a far greater stir than Huang Yunfeng's. After all, this was a Soul Emperor. On the large ship, Elder Song raised an eyebrow and said, "An incredibly powerful self-created soul skill… Does this child possess the Ultimate Wind attribute?" Yan Shaozhe nodded. "Exactly. Su Yu possesses both Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Wind—twin ultimate martial souls." "No wonder. Chu Qingtian's loss is justified." "He was completely countered. Ultimate Wind… in terms of speed, at the same level, there are very few soul masters in the world who can compete." Elder Song marveled. As a top-tier agility-type Super Douluo, her opinion carried great weight. "Chu Qingtian never expected Su Yu's speed to be so overwhelming. He was caught off guard and couldn't even use much of his strength," Yan Shaozhe remarked. The other elders nodded in agreement. Below, with two consecutive losses, unrest spread among the inner court students. They had always seen themselves as the chosen elites, yet two of their own had been defeated so swiftly. It was utterly humiliating. "I'll go!" Another student rushed forward—another Soul Emperor. When he unleashed his martial soul, it exuded an indomitable aura of sheer toughness. This was a Soul Emperor with the martial soul of a Mountain-Splitting Ape, possessing an exceptionally powerful physique. Su Yu had always admired those who preferred confrontations, so as a sign of respect, he threw a punch. He didn't take it seriously, but he did use about twenty percent of his strength. The result? That one punch not only shattered the opponent's defense completely but also sent him flying, crashing into the water with a tremendous splash. Defeat—another crushing defeat! In just a short span of time, three students had been taken down like this. The observing students couldn't help but start murmuring among themselves. "Are these the elite seniors from the inner courtyard?" "Why do they seem... so weak?" Ma Xiaotao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly spoke up, "I forgot to mention—this guy's strength is absolutely ridiculous. It's best not to go head-to-head with him." Wu Ming and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths. Such an important detail... and you're just mentioning it now? Han Ruoruo sighed softly, "Su Yu is indeed incredibly strong. No wonder he's always so confident." "We've already lost three rounds in a row. Who's going up next?" "If no one steps up, I'll go myself!" Wu Ming said impatiently. She couldn't stand watching any longer. "Senior Wu Ming, let me take this one." A cold voice rang out as a tall, graceful figure stepped forward. Ma Xiaotao saw who it was and immediately frowned. "You can't win. Against him, you don't stand a chance." The elegant figure ignored Ma Xiaotao and kept walking forward. Ma Xiaotao was furious. "Ling Luochan! Have you forgotten how you were completely crushed last time?" "Even though you've broken through to Soul Emperor, you're still bound to lose against him." "Compared to him, you're even worse off than Chu Qingtian was!" Ling Luochan's expression remained unchanged. She replied calmly, "Winning or losing isn't important—I just want to test myself." Ma Xiaotao was about to argue further but was stopped by Han Ruoruo. "Xiaotao, let her go." Ma Xiaotao furrowed her brows but didn't say anything more. Ling Luochan took a light step and leaped off the small boat. Her toes barely touched the water, yet with each step, a thin layer of ice formed beneath her feet. Using the ice for leverage, she gracefully crossed the water and landed on a lotus leaf. Watching the familiar figure approach, Su Yu's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. "It's you?" Of course, he still remembered Ling Luochan. After all, there weren't many women who could embody both cold elegance and regal grace as she did. It had been over two years since they'd last met. Now, Ling Luochan looked even more mature, radiating a strong yet feminine presence. Her long, icy-blue hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her slender swan-like neck. Her figure was graceful yet well-proportioned—not as explosively curvaceous as Ma Xiaotao, but still undeniably alluring. Her skin was flawless, glowing like polished jade as if carved from the purest ice. "It's me. We meet again." Ling Luochan was also sizing up Su Yu. In the past two years, the boy from before had grown a lot. His snow-white hair, sharp and handsome features, and ice-blue eyes carried an intense, piercing gaze as if they could see through everything. Between his brows, a snowflake-shaped mark shimmered, adding an air of nobility and divinity. Ling Luochan had to admit—among all the men she had ever met, none could compare to the one standing before her. But it wasn't just his appearance that left a lasting impression. What she remembered most vividly was the overwhelming, domineering chill that radiated from his very soul—both terrifying and irresistibly captivating. Ultimate Ice. That dreadful attribute made her both fearful and instinctively drawn toward it. "Go back. You're not my opponent," Su Yu said plainly. A regular Soul Emperor might have lasted a few moves against him. But Ling Luochan? She didn't stand a chance. Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It was cruel, but it was the truth. Ling Luochan's delicate face remained calm as she replied softly, "I know I can't win against you, but I still want to try." "Isn't this an exchange match? I just want to test the progress I've made over the past two years." Su Yu raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. Seeing the unwavering determination in her eyes, he paused for a moment before nodding. "Fine." He extended his right hand. "Go ahead." Hearing this, Ling Luochan smiled—a rare sight, like a snow lotus blooming atop an icy peak. She waved her right hand, and an ice-blue staff materialized. Six soul rings rose around her, and an intense chill spread through the air. Instantly, the temperature dropped sharply. With Ling Luochan at the center, a powerful cold surged outward, and solid ice rapidly formed beneath her feet, extending outward in all directions. At the same time, her fourth soul ring lit up. A thick mist of ice spread toward Su Yu. Frost armor began forming over her body, and from above, an ice prison descended, aiming to trap Su Yu inside. Yet, Su Yu simply stood there without moving, completely unfazed. The advancing ice mist—normally an unstoppable force—stopped three feet away from him, unable to get any closer. Outside, as the icy fog spread, the figures of Su Yu and Ling Luochan became obscured. The spectators couldn't see what was happening inside the mist. "Is that all?" Su Yu's indifferent voice rang out. "This is no different from two years ago." Ling Luochan bit her lip. Her sixth soul ring finally lit up. The ice prison that had surrounded Su Yu suddenly sprouted countless ice vines, bristling with sharp spikes. They surged toward Su Yu, while at the same time, countless ice needles shot out. These needles were extremely fine and sharp, designed to pierce through defenses with ease. "Oh?" Su Yu's aura flared. A burst of extreme cold erupted from him. All the ice needles froze in midair before powerlessly falling to the ground. "A control skill laced with piercing attacks?" "If I'm not mistaken, these spikes don't just stab—they also slow down and freeze their targets, don't they?" Su Yu casually extended a finger. With a single point, all the ice vines snapped apart, and the ice prison shattered. Su Yu's keen spiritual perception allowed him to see through the mist as if it didn't exist. He took a single step—and in an instant, he was right in front of Ling Luochan. Faced with Su Yu at such a close distance, Ling Luochan let out a soft sigh. "I lost." Su Yu remained silent for a moment before calmly asking, "Your sixth soul skill—not bad. Is it an area-of-effect ability?" Ling Luochan nodded. "Combined with my fifth soul skill, Ice Radiance Ring, it can control multiple enemies at once." "Hmm." Su Yu nodded. "A group control skill, paired with the ice prison for surprise attacks—it's a solid combination." "Are you interested in joining the Ice God Palace?" "The Ice God Palace?" Ling Luochan looked at him in surprise. She hadn't expected Su Yu to extend an invitation. "Why me?" She was curious. Among the inner court disciples, there were plenty who were more outstanding than her. Yet, Su Yu had never shown interest in anyone before. PS: Su Yu: "Are you interested in joining my harem palace?"