Ancestor of Zu’an, Soul of Zu’an, Keyboard Warrior Requests to Enter the Battle

After six years of relentless physical training, rigorous cultivation of the Longevity Art, and developing the Ancient Desolate Sacred Body,

Nangong Lingyun's sheer physical strength had already reached a level that could only be described as freakishly inhuman.

What seemed like a simple grab, a throw, or a toss, actually contained the profound techniques from the Xuanwu True Art.

However,

thanks to Angel Yan, a war god with 7,000 years of battle experience and countless battles under her belt, who taught him personally,

he had long abandoned rigid forms and instead focused on understanding and mastering the underlying principles that allowed combat skills to be activated and formed.

Changes in force, the circulation of soul power and blood energy, special effects from different meridians and acupoint routes, etc.—

all of these had been integrated into his every move and become second nature.

To put it in a showy way: he had already reached the grandmaster realm of infinite variation, moving as he pleased, defeating form with formlessness.

It looked simple, but it was the ultimate simplicity—returning to the origin—anything but simple.

Yet, while Nangong Lingyun knew the profundity of his own strike, others did not.

Even Tang San, a former martial artist of the Tang Sect, failed to see through the technique.

All they saw was him effortlessly slapping around a Soul Sage in just a few moves, not even using his martial soul—it was like swatting a fly.

In an instant, the entire Shrek Academy fell into a deathly silence.

Staring at the crater on the ground and the Flander lying in it like a dead dog, stripped of his Martial Soul Possession—

their minds went completely blank.

This was very different from last night's test.

Back then, Zhao Wuji had deliberately held back.

But now, a Soul Sect had directly hammered a Soul Sage…

Was this world going completely mad?

The only one who sensed something unusual was Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows,

the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, who frowned deeply with a face full of confusion.

He had clearly sensed the Owl Martial Soul trying to release its soul power,

but before it could fully activate, it was completely and utterly dispersed.

He could do similar things himself—through Martial Soul suppression, soul power suppression, level suppression, or aura suppression—

but all of those had one requirement: the opponent must be at least two titles below him in rank for such overwhelming suppression to work.

But Nangong Lingyun was only twelve years old—how could his strength be two titles above Flander?

…

However, precisely because Nangong Lingyun made it look so effortless,

many people, upon coming back to their senses, immediately assumed that Flander hadn't gone all out, which led to him being caught off guard.

Several teachers instantly burned with fury, grinding their teeth in anger.

They felt that the headmaster had gone easy on Nangong Lingyun because he was just a child,

yet he had taken advantage of that kindness to beat the man so viciously.

Truly insufferable, vicious to the core.

As self-proclaimed moral beacons and paragons of virtue, sober while the world was drunk…

Earlier, when Nangong Lingyun exposed their crimes against talented civilians,

the Shrek crowd, though furious, still didn't show much emotion on the surface.

After all, how could a sage lash out over mere ideological conflict—especially when they were clearly in the wrong?

But now that the headmaster had been beaten like this, they finally had a reason to act.

Who cares if Flander struck first, or whatever shady deeds he'd done in the past, or Shrek's own faults?

Ignore the facts—just answer this: Did you hit him or not?

Li Yusong was full of righteous indignation:

"The headmaster just wanted to teach you a little lesson, to teach you humility and help you understand right from wrong, so you wouldn't stray off the righteous path. He meant well.

He didn't even use much strength, and yet you took advantage of that kindness to ambush him and beat him like this."

"Well, I did it for Flander's own good, too. I just wanted to give him a small lesson, to teach him to walk the right path and understand what a conscience is.

A dignified Soul Sage, the headmaster of a Soul Master academy, doing shady things instead of proper duties—

then throwing a tantrum and launching a sneak attack on a child when exposed.

So shameless and underhanded—doesn't he fear provoking someone he can't afford to mess with and dying a dog's death one day?

I'm saving him. He should be kneeling and thanking me."

Nangong Lingyun shoved his hands into his pockets, face full of open disdain.

He didn't even mention how he'd held back by not eating beef—and these clowns still dared to try and mess with him with spells?

Please. He was a keyboard warrior long before any of them even opened a browser.

Play this game with him? He was their ancestor—the Ancestor of Zu'an—patriarch of all flame wars.

Li Yusong was fuming, completely losing his train of thought:

"No matter how slick your tongue is, the one lying in the pit is the headmaster, and you're standing just fine."

"So what, you're saying if he tries to beat or kill me, I should just stand still and take it—no resistance allowed?

Why don't you try standing still and letting me slash at you a few times?

A Soul Sage sneak attacking a twelve-year-old kid—no shame at all, truly the lowest of the low.

And you're proud enough to say that out loud?"

Li Yusong gripped his Dragon Pattern Staff tightly, his face visibly heating up with rage.

His cold, sharp eyes looked like they were about to devour someone—he was on the verge of erupting.

Next to him, Lu Qibin quickly picked up the conversation:

"So young, yet already so ruthless. If we don't give you a proper lesson, we're failing in our duty as teachers."

This control-type Soul Master, rarely mentioned in the original story, was the silent but deadly type.

As soon as he finished speaking, two animal-like chess pieces flew into the air, expanding with the wind—

giving Nangong Lingyun no chance to continue speaking.

In an instant, the air around them thickened, each movement requiring tremendous effort.

His Star Chess Martial Soul allowed him to summon special control-effect chess pieces with each soul ring.

At Soul Emperor level 66, with six soul rings, his pieces had effects like suppression, weakening, gravity, and slowing.

If not for his poor innate soul power and exhausted potential, just the Martial Soul itself made him top-tier.

As he made his move,

from behind, Xiao Wu immediately grabbed Zhu Zhuqing and ran far away.

The little kitten wanted to stay and help but got a scolding from the bunny:

"They've got three Soul Sages and two Soul Emperors. You, a measly Grand Soul Master, want to throw yourself into the meat grinder?

For weaklings like us, the best help we can offer is not making things harder for Brother Yun.

Besides, Brother Yun isn't your average Soul Sect.

Just watch—he'll surprise you for sure.

Let's see how much power they can force out of Brother Yun today."

(End of Chapter)