"It doesn't matter." Qian Wu's expression was casual. "It's the same whether they are here or not. The gap between them... no, the gap between everyone present and me is not something as simple as spirit rings."
"It's battle armor!"
"To tell you the truth, I am a true Battle Armor Master!"
Blinking, Arthur replied, "Oh."
"Oh?!" Qian Wu shouted. "What do you mean 'oh'?!"
"Battle armor! I am a Battle Armor Master!"
"Do you even understand what battle armor is?!"
Arthur picked at his ear with an innocent look. "I understand."
His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about something trivial. "What's wrong? Do I need to give you an award?"
Qian Wu's face darkened, and the phantom of a giant beast flashed behind him. That seemed to be his Martial Soul.
Although it was only for a moment, Na'er clearly recognized what Martial Soul it was. She hurried to Arthur's side and warned, "Be careful, his Martial Soul should be the Behemoth. It's a terrifying Martial Soul."
Behemoth?
Arthur had some impression of it; it was an ancient giant beast of the Douluo Continent. It was incredibly powerful and preyed on the Dragon Clan.
The strength of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear was also due to having the Bloodline of the Behemoth clan.
This could actually be a Martial Soul?
However, if he remembered correctly, the Behemoth clan seemed to be an alien species.
Giant beasts from another dimension.
Looking at Qian Wu with a strange gaze, Arthur suddenly didn't want to release the holy sword; he was afraid a single Light Cannon would blast the opponent into nothingness.
Raising his hand to signal Na'er to step back, Arthur's golden Soul Power began to flow slowly around him as he gripped the Excalibur. "Is your Martial Soul the Behemoth?"
"If it really is, I suggest you put on your battle armor immediately."
Feeling the change in Arthur's aura, Qian Wu clearly misinterpreted something.
A ferocious smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Scared now? It's too late!"
"Just a Spirit Elder. I can easily crush you without needing battle armor."
In fact, the Holy Spirit Douluo had said the same thing to him before the match, telling him to put on his battle armor the moment the match began.
Qian Wu didn't understand. Was it really necessary? No matter how you looked at it, Arthur was just a Spirit Elder, while he was a Spirit King with an incredibly powerful Martial Soul.
Refusing to believe it, the phantom of the Behemoth behind him solidified completely, its giant claws making a sharp sound as they tore through the air.
He lunged at Arthur. Wherever the sharp claws passed, tiny cracks appeared in space.
Na'er watched with a racing heart, her Soul Power subconsciously surging, ready to provide support at any moment.
"Tsk, full of openings. You really are a barbarian, aren't you?" After confirming his previous suspicion, Arthur suddenly felt bored.
With a casual swing, the holy sword and the sharp claws crossed paths, and the sword blade struck Qian Wu heavily on the face first.
An inch longer is an inch stronger.
Immediately, Qian Wu flew backward at a speed even faster than he had come.
*Bang!*
Qian Wu's body slammed heavily onto the ground, skidding back and kicking up a large cloud of dust and flying gravel.
A deafening roar erupted.
The ferocious smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by a burning, sharp pain. Nosebleed mixed with blood from the corner of his mouth flowed out.
The entire arena was dead silent for three seconds, followed by a burst of cheers like a mountain tsunami.
This was the first exchange between Arthur and Shrek's Spirit King in the entire match.
No one expected that even a Spirit King would be sent flying by a single blow from Arthur!
Qian Wu struggled to crawl up, his eyes glazed over, clearly dazed by the strike.
A moment later, he clutched his swollen cheek and stared at Arthur in disbelief. "This strength... you..."
Performing a casual sword flourish, Arthur then raised the holy sword horizontally by his ear. "Never underestimate your opponent. Remember this lesson."
"Battle armor is a good thing. In the future, put it on immediately before a fight."
Since the opponent had given him such an opportunity, Arthur naturally wouldn't let it go.
His sacred cyan pupils gazed indifferently at the opponent.
Arthur's slender fingers gripped the hilt tightly.
Invisible wind elements gathered frantically, wrapping around the blade of the Excalibur to form a transparent vortex that distorted the air.
The surrounding dust and gravel were forcibly sucked in, spinning into a visible torrent of wind blades.
"No, wait! Wait!" Qian Wu was at the very edge of the arena, and putting on battle armor required time.
He didn't know if he could hold out.
He hurriedly waved his hands. "Please, brother!"
"Give me a chance."
"I was wrong!"
He had completely lost his previous arrogance.
He truly couldn't be arrogant anymore.
The Holy Spirit Douluo had brought him here to help Shrek regain face.
He had even been reminded before the match to put on his battle armor immediately.
If he still lost the match because of his carelessness...
He really didn't dare to think about it.
Setting aside punishment from the higher-ups...
After returning to the academy, he would definitely be swarmed by his classmates and blasted into dregs!
Most importantly, Cai Yueer had come too.
Thinking of Cai Yueer's reputation in the academy, Qian Wu's desire for survival reached its peak at this moment.
"Give me a chance!!!"
"Brother, you're my real brother!"
Arthur remained silent, single-mindedly preparing to swing his sword.
"Dad!!!"
When this 'Dad' came out, even Arthur's movements hesitated for a split second.
That was enough!
Qian Wu's eyes lit up, and his fifth spirit ring flashed.
His entire body was gradually covered in a layer of golden light.
Because of his 'effort,' Arthur's attack arrived one step late.
"Wind Kings Iron Hammer!"
A clear shout cut through the sky as Arthur's arm suddenly exerted force.
He slammed the holy sword, which carried terrifying wind pressure, heavily toward the ground.
In an instant, the transparent torrent of wind exploded, turning into a terrifying circular storm.
The ground was forcibly plowed into deep trenches, and gravel flew in all directions like cannonballs.
Even through the Soul Guidance Barrier, the audience faintly felt as if the wind had brushed past them.
The arena was covered by a large cloud of dust, making the result unclear.
The dust slowly dissipated, and the scene gradually became clear, revealing the ravaged earth below after the storm's devastation.
And, Qian Wu, who had put on his battle armor.
"Whew... I survived." Qian Wu was incredibly relieved.
Fortunately, his fifth Spirit Ability was an Unyielding Body, which withstood the violent winds.
Of course, the most critical part was that his shout of 'Dad' had bought him time.
"Impressive." Arthur gave the opponent a thumbs up, admiring him from the bottom of his heart.
Qian Wu's face instantly turned red—half out of shame and half from the heat of the moment.
The audience couldn't hear the conversation on the stage. They only saw that armor had actually appeared on Qian Wu's body.
"What is that?" someone asked in confusion.
"It's battle armor! That's battle armor!" an expert spectator shouted loudly, their tone full of shock. "He's a Battle Armor Master!!"
These words instantly ignited the entire arena.
"A Battle Armor Master?!"
In the Federation, the professions of Soul Masters were diverse: Mecha Masters, Blacksmiths, Designers, and so on.
Among them, the undisputed number one profession was the Battle Armor Master!
"He's actually a Battle Armor Master! Then what about Arthur?"
"How can my Arthur win against that?"
In the minds of Federation citizens, Battle Armor Masters were the representatives of the strong.
Ordinary Soul Masters could never defeat a Battle Armor Master.
Qian Wu felt the shock of the entire arena.
He felt like a pufferfish repeatedly puffing itself up.
He puffed out his chest again, the radiance on his one-word battle armor flowing slowly as his tone became arrogant once more. "You really are very strong; no wonder the Holy Spirit Douluo wanted to bring me here."
"Unfortunately, I am now my complete self!"
He looked around, taking in everyone from Class Zero.
"That's enough trouble. It's time to end this!"
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