Chapter 16

"You are very strong, I must admit that."

Dai Mubai was full of shock as he faced Ye Lin's charge, but he was not the slightest bit panicked; if a dignified Spirit Elder only had such limited means, he wouldn't be worthy of the name.

Furthermore,

His third spirit skill had not yet been used!

His third spirit ring flickered, and a purple light lit up instantly; a roar exploded from Dai Mubai's body.

His eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and the muscles all over his body bulged rapidly, becoming extremely exaggerated; his white top was torn apart, and the exposed skin revealed black and white tiger-skin stripes.

A murderous aura dispersed rapidly.

"Third Spirit Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Dai Mubai's ten tiger claws turned bright silver, like refined steel.

He crossed his hands, blocking the tiger claws in front of him.

"Clang!"

Ye Lin's sword slashed directly onto the tiger claws.

The powerful air wave caused her baseball jacket to flutter wildly backward.

Dai Mubai swung his hands upward fiercely, sending Ye Lin flying.

Her body flew backward violently, her calf muscles tensed, and the Immortal Sword in her hand stabbed into the ground, carving a mark several meters long before she finally stabilized her body.

The soles of her pair of white sneakers were worn flat.

Ye Lin propped herself up with the Immortal Sword and stood up again.

"I have to admit, your sword's attack power is very strong."

Dai Mubai slowly stepped forward two paces.

"However, the gap between our spirit power and spirit rings is too large."

"Moreover, my third spirit ring is a thousand-year spirit ring, which can greatly increase my attack power and defense."

"And the third spirit skill can last for half an hour."

He glanced at the incense Zhao Wuji had inserted; it had only burned halfway.

"For the remaining half of the time, how will you resist?"

Zhao Wuji also looked at Ye Lin with some anticipation.

Ye Lin's performance clearly showed no signs of giving up; on the contrary, she remained high-spirited.

Even if Ye Lin did not hold out for the time of one stick of incense, Zhao Wuji would not refuse Ye Lin's admission; if such a monster were allowed to leave, it would be Shrek Academy's loss.

"Sister Lin,"

Xiao Wu became somewhat worried about Ye Lin, "If we can't join, let's just leave; don't hurt yourself."

The others couldn't help but swallow their saliva, putting a question mark on whether they could join Shrek Academy.

If Ye Lin was this strong and still couldn't hold out for the time of one stick of incense to pass the practical assessment,

Then it was even more impossible for them to hold out for that long, and even more impossible to pass the fourth round.

"I still have one move I haven't used; I wonder if you can block it."

Ye Lin suddenly gripped the Immortal Sword from her right hand into her left, and it was a backhand grip; it didn't look like holding a sword, but rather like holding a scabbard.

This action left the others completely bewildered; no one could tell what Ye Lin wanted to do,

Even Xiao Wu, who had been with Ye Lin day and night for six years.

Zhao Wuji also watched with interest to see what Ye Lin would do next; he really couldn't imagine what other abilities Ye Lin had.

In all his years at Shrek Academy, this was the first time he had encountered such an interesting person.

Ye Lin's right hand slowly gripped the hilt of the sword on her left side.

Zhao Wuji's expression instantly became uneasy; he stared fixedly at Ye Lin's right wrist, and a powerful aura rapidly expanded outward from her right wrist.

The gazes of Xiao Wu and the others froze, and they felt that even breathing had become difficult.

What on earth is this!

Ye Lin's right hand grabbed the hilt fiercely, and a black light dispersed rapidly outward.

Her left foot stomped a deep pit into the ground, and she assumed a sword-drawing stance.

"Self-Created Spirit Skill, Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique!"

Her right hand quickly drew the Immortal Sword.

Head up, sword drawn!

Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique!

A clear sound of metal clashing rang out, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring.

The stunning sword light was like a bright light erupting in the dark night, as if it would split the sky in two with one strike.

This sword had no frills, only the ultimate slash.

Once the sword is out, it slays the heavens and decides the victor!

The Heaven-Slaying sword strike slashed heavily toward Dai Mubai.

"How is this possible!"

Dai Mubai widened his eyes, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.

Is this the strength a spirit master with only one ring can exert?

He originally thought he was suppressing Ye Lin, letting her hold out for the time of one stick of incense; why did it seem like the plot wasn't developing that way?

It seemed like the one getting beaten was himself?

A dignified Spirit Elder being beaten by a Great Spirit Master—who would believe that if it got out?

Dai Mubai's first spirit ring flashed again, and milky-white spirit power transformed into a light shield to block in front of him.

But without the slightest surprise, the Immortal Sword shattered it upon contact.

Dai Mubai's steel-like tiger claws collided with the long sword.

An extremely strong air wave expanded rapidly outward, blowing Xiao Wu and the others' robes until they rustled, and their figures were somewhat unstable.

Of those present, only Zhao Wuji could stand steadily in place as if nothing had happened.

"Bang!"

Dai Mubai's steel-like claws were severed; they simply couldn't block the sharpness of the Immortal Sword in Ye Lin's hand.

So what if he was a Spirit Elder? Although Ye Lin appeared to be only level 20, she just hadn't absorbed spirit rings; she hadn't stopped cultivating for a single moment in six years, and her real spirit power had long since exceeded level 30.

He had a thousand-year spirit ring, and Ye Lin had one too, plus the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique.

This was a divine skill that cost ten thousand points to redeem.

The Immortal Sword swished through Dai Mubai's hands and stopped at his throat.

If Ye Lin used even a little bit of force, Dai Mubai would be decapitated.

Dai Mubai swallowed his saliva, retreated from his Martial Soul Possession state, and murmured,

"I lost."

He couldn't believe what had just happened; he had actually been defeated by someone eighteen levels lower.

Ye Lin smiled slightly, the Immortal Sword in her hand transformed into spirit power and merged into her body, and she looked at Zhao Wuji, "Teacher Zhao, do I count as having passed?"

"Passed, passed,"

"Hahaha," Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, "What a little monster,"

"To actually be able to create a spirit skill."

"Oscar, come here!"

He roared toward the back.

"Coming, coming!"

The bearded Oscar ran over quickly from the distance.

"Wow!"

"Four great beauties!"

Oscar swallowed his saliva and kept looking at Ye Lin and the others.

"Do you want to die?"

Ye Lin swept a cold glance at Oscar.

A look of disdain appeared on Oscar's face.

"Tch, let me tell you, do you know that my big brother is Dai Mubai?"

"Want to bully me? At the very least, you have to get past my big brother first."

"Right, Boss?"

He looked at Dai Mubai with a grin, but discovered that Dai Mubai's expression was somewhat strange.

"Boss Dai, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Lin raised her eyebrows at Dai Mubai, faint spirit power condensing on her right hand.

"You are his big brother?"

(End of chapter)