Douluo Continent: Divine Oracle Young General, Qian Renxue, please have some self-respect.

The space seemed to stand still at that moment.

Even the air currents in the air seemed to freeze in their flow.

Silence reigned, and everything seemed to be focused on the Divine Oracle Sword in Jiang Ci's hand.

At this moment, he seemed to have become one with the sword in his hand.

The sword is the body, and the body is the sword.

Ning Rongrong held her breath.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled with extraordinary brilliance.

Before she began practicing swordsmanship, she might have only felt amazed.

But after formally embarking on the path of swordsmanship, she felt as if the changes in Jiang Ci were nothing more than a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

Jiang Ci moved his hand.

The Oracle Sword drew a simple, unadorned arc in front of it, resembling a crescent moon.

There were no other unnecessary movements.

It was more awe-inspiring than any fancy sword move.

Returning to simplicity, the greatest truths are the simplest.

Even though he didn't use any soul skills, Flander felt a chill run down his spine.

I got goosebumps all over my body, and even breathing became difficult.

He felt as if a huge, sharp sword was hanging over his head.

The surrounding space held him firmly in place, unable to move.

Like prisoners on an execution ground, bound by shackles, they could only watch the guillotine fall.

The relaxation I had just felt because Jiang Ci had agreed not to use any soul skills vanished instantly.

Instead, there was an extreme solemnity.

The alarm bells rang sharply in Flander's mind.

He dared not hold back in the slightest.

Yellow, purple, black, black.

Seven spirit rings rose up beneath him one after another.

Huge wings spread out behind it.

Immediately afterwards, he transformed into the shape of a cat-owl.

Martial Soul True Form!

This is the undisputed trump card of a Soul Saint-level Soul Master.

At this moment, Flander had raised his soul power to its peak, staring intently at Jiang Ci's sword strike as if facing a formidable enemy.

A crescent-shaped sword aura, only about a meter long, pierced through the air.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Flander's true form as a cat-owl.

Compared to the enormous cat-owl's true form, this crescent-shaped sword energy appeared rather insignificant.

But in Flander's eyes, this tiny wisp of sword energy contained a deadly danger unlike anything he had ever faced in his life.

It seems like he's back to the beginning, when he was still one of the Golden Trio venturing across the continent and found himself in dire straits.

The sword energy collided with the true form of the cat-owl.

There was no spectacular explosion, nor any deafening roar.

But Flander's face turned pale at a visible speed.

He mobilized all his soul power, desperately resisting this wisp of sword energy.

His clothes kept tearing and ripping apart.

Bloodstains appeared on his body.

Blood splattered and surged everywhere.

Finally, the sword energy disappeared.

Flander's true form as a cat-owl also disappeared.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Completely exhausted, Flander plopped down on the ground of the Great Soul Arena.

"Hiss~"

A series of gasps of astonishment rang out.

"Dean!"

"teacher!"

Various expressions of shock and worry rose and fell.

There's no other reason than that Flander's current appearance is truly terrifying.

After his Martial Soul True Form disappeared, his clothes were covered in tears.

His body was covered in bloodstains, with fresh blood seeping out, which sent chills down one's spine.

It seems impossible to find a single patch of intact skin on his entire body.

Flander himself slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

His breath was weak and shallow, like a duckweed swaying in the wind and rain.

Ma Hongjun, a disciple of Flanders, ran over immediately.

She wanted to reach out and help him up, but didn't know where to begin.

Because Flander was covered in wounds, it was difficult to find a place to start.

"Lingling!"

Qin Ming suddenly looked at his students.

Ye Lingling's small mouth, hidden beneath the veil, opened slightly in shock.

Hearing Qin Ming's call, he finally came to his senses.

The white crabapple blossoms in my hand.

She gently pinched one of the crabapple leaves with her delicate fingers.

The crabapple leaves slowly fell onto Flander.

The soft, pale white light healed him.

This allowed Flander to calm down a little.

Even the Nine-Hearted Begonia, which is said to be able to heal all injuries as long as the victim is alive, was unable to completely heal his injuries in a short period of time.

Because sword energy still lingered in those wounds.

The gap between Ye Lingling and Jiang Ci is simply too great.

All she could do was heal the surface wounds, but she was powerless against the sword energy hidden inside.

"Have you figured it out?"

Jiang Ci's Divine Oracle Sword transformed into a beam of white light and entered his body. He turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong and said calmly.

His expression was calm and serene.

It seemed like he had just casually swung his sword.

"It seems a little bit..."

Ning Rongrong nodded blankly.

That sword strike is far too distant for her now.

But we can learn from others' experiences to improve ourselves.

Ning Rongrong was also quite perceptive, and she did indeed glean some insights from this sword strike.

However, it will take a long time for self-reflection to translate this into tangible improvement.

"this……"

Tang San and the others couldn't help but swallow hard.

That single sword strike, merely the tip of the iceberg, redefined their understanding of true strength.

Even Contra shouldn't be this terrifying, right?

Without using any soul skills, the seemingly effortless sword strike nearly cost a true Soul Saint his life.

"Young General, this..."

Qin Ming hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

In addition to the initial respect, there was now a greater sense of fear towards Jiang Ci.

He had heard many stories about Jiang Ci.

But the shock of hearing about things is completely different from that of actually seeing them.

Therefore, even though his teacher was injured in front of him, Qin Ming found it difficult to feel even anger.

"As I said, after this sword strike, this matter will be over."

Jiang Ci glanced at him indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He bowed deeply in gratitude.

"Thank you, Young General, for your mercy!"

Jiang Ci ignored him and did not linger his gaze on Qin Ming.

If Qin Ming weren't a genius valued by the three academic committee members of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy...

And one of the three education commissioners had once helped Jiang Ci.

Otherwise, Jiang Ci wouldn't have paid any attention to him at all.

He was hailed as the second youngest Soul Emperor before him, but in his eyes, he was nothing more than one of the many stars.

There is only one true bright moon.

Qin Ming, who was being ignored, showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

On the contrary, I felt somewhat fortunate.

If you take this too seriously, he will feel immense pressure and find it difficult to cope.

"Rongrong, let's go."

"Okay, teacher!"

He called out softly, then turned and left with Ning Rongrong.

"Brother Jiang Ci, wait for me!"

Seeing that Jiang Ci was about to leave, Dugu Yan quickly followed him.

They disappeared from sight completely.

The heavy, oppressive atmosphere was finally broken.

The Shrek Academy students remained silent.

Like a wilted eggplant, it has completely lost its initial pride.

Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes gleamed.

They seemed to be hesitating about something, but couldn't make a decision.