On the surface, Han Yu appeared to be a gentleman, but he knew that few in Shrek could match the cunning and sharp tongue of the Tang Sect senior brother standing before him.
"Soul Master? Haha!" A flicker of disdain crossed Han Yu's eyes as he drew the sword from his back, its blade gleaming coldly.
Beibei was taken aback; this kid was unusual. His keen eye sensed that the sword was extraordinary, though he couldn't pinpoint its exact level. Still, he guessed it was formidable.
"Aren't you going to release your martial soul?" Beibei asked, confident in his own abilities. As a soul master, he assumed the younger boy's soul power couldn't compare to his own, feeling a bit overconfident.
"Haha, as you wish!" Han Yu sneered. He closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them to reveal the scarlet three-magatama Sharingan, exuding a cold, menacing aura.
Two soul rings—one yellow and one purple—rose from beneath him.
"A thousand-year soul ring!" Beibei realized, his expression shifting as he recognized the seriousness of the situation.On the surface, Beibei appeared to be a gentleman, but he knew that few in Shrek could match the cunning and sharp tongue of the Tang Sect senior brother standing before him.
"Soul Master? Haha!" A flicker of disdain crossed Han Yu's eyes as he drew the sword from his back, its blade gleaming coldly.
Beibei was taken aback; this kid was unusual. His keen eye sensed that the sword was extraordinary, though he couldn't pinpoint its exact level. Still, he guessed it was formidable.
"Are you an evil soul master?"
Two voices exclaimed in succession. The first was Tang Ya, who stood nearby, feeling uneasy as she realized she had underestimated the situation. The second came from Beibei, who was visibly uncomfortable. The cold, sinister aura radiating from Han Yu unsettled him, especially given that his own martial soul was light-based.
A flicker of fear crossed Beibei's face. Those eyes felt like they pierced his heart with a single glance. He hadn't expected the young man before him to be an evil soul master, and a hint of murderous intent stirred within him.
"Hmph! Evil soul master?" Han Yu sneered. "What makes you think I'm one?"
Beibei hesitated before replying, "Your martial soul's aura is so cold and sinister. If you're not an evil soul master, then what are you?"
Han Yu shot back, "By your logic, anyone with dark attributes must be an evil soul master. There's a soul master at Shrek Academy with an evil fire phoenix martial soul—shouldn't they be considered one too?"
Beibei's eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?"
"Don't worry about how I know. Just answer me: yes or no?" Han Yu replied, pulling out a rag to wipe his gleaming blade before looking up at Beibei.
Beibei's expression froze, and he stubbornly replied, "She hasn't done anything evil, so she isn't an evil soul master. Under the education of Shrek Academy, she will never become one."
"Which eye of yours saw me commit evil? You can't just label me an evil soul master without any proof. Doesn't that seem a bit unreasonable?" Han Yu's emotionless voice caught Beibei off guard.
He realized he hadn't witnessed Han Yu doing anything wrong. Although the aura of his martial soul felt dark, it wasn't right to hastily categorize someone as evil. This thought softened Beibei's gaze, but his suspicion remained.
"Since you claim you're not an evil soul master, we'll settle this according to the rules of soul masters. If your soul skills show signs of evil, then…" Beibei left the implication hanging, knowing Han Yu might face consequences.
Indeed, those who avoid trouble often lack ambition!
" Enough talk—let's see how strong you really are as a soul master!" Han Yu's excitement grew. After years of being beaten down, he welcomed the chance to face a true soul master and regain his confidence.
With a crackling sound, light blue lightning surged along the sword, echoing like a bird's cry.
"He's also a thunder attribute soul master. It seems I misunderstood him!" Beibei's expression shifted. Typically, evil soul masters can't wield righteous thunder and lightning, as it conflicts with their nature—much like fire attribute soul masters cannot use water.
Beibei opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Han Yu lunged forward with his knife. His speed was astonishing, blurring into a figure that left Beibei momentarily stunned.
A brilliant blue light flared from Beibei's forehead, quickly dispersing as arcs of lightning danced around him. A blue lightning mark appeared, and his right arm transformed into a thick dragon claw.
"Dragonization? Haha! Interesting!"
Beibei with his martial spirit activated, he summoned his first soul ring to strike at Han Yu.
"Slow! Too slow!" In Beibei's shock, Han Yu vanished from sight.
"Where are you looking?" Just as Beibei turned, he heard a cool, indifferent voice behind him. He spun around to see a lightning-covered blade descending toward his head.
Beibei quickly raised his dragon claws to shield himself, but the impact forced him back several steps, a look of horror flashing in his eyes. "No, his speed is too fast, and his attack power is tremendous."
Fear coursed through Beibei as he fixed his gaze on Han Yu, wary of his next move. He was anxious that Han Yu would vanish and reappear behind him for another strike.
"What, are you afraid to attack?" Han Yu taunted from a short distance away, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
Beibei remained silent, his expression serious as he studied Han Yu intently.
"Then I won't be polite," Han Yu said coldly. In an instant, he charged forward, his figure rapidly growing larger in Beibei's view.
The arc of his sword elongated as he swung it down. Beibei reacted, raising his hand to block the strike.
Bang!
Lightning clashed, sending sparks flying where their weapons met. Han Yu's lips curled into a faint mockery. "Your defense is lacking!"
Furious at the insult, Beibei shouted,Vigorous Thunderbolt ,Thunderous Fury!" As the second and third soul rings lit up, his power surged, enhancing his lightning attributes significantly.
A massive net of electricity suddenly spread out, engulfing Han Yu.
Beibei's momentum surged as he activated Thunderous Fury, significantly enhancing his lightning attributes. A massive net of electricity suddenly enveloped Han Yu.
"In front of my eyes, your soul skills are useless," Beibei declared confidently.
"Thunderous Fury! Vigorous Thunderbolt!"
The scarlet Sharingan in Han Yu's eyes gleamed brightly, the three tomoes spinning rapidly. He hadn't expected this attempt to work, but to his surprise, it did. While he couldn't copy the dragon transformation, he successfully mimicked the other two skills. He realized that while the dragon transformation was a martial soul characteristic, the others could be replicated.
A faint smile crept across his face; this trip had proven fruitful. Now, he pondered how to face Beibei's own soul skills.
As two large nets crossed through the air, heading toward their targets, Beibei's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? How is this possible? How can you use my soul skills?!"
The shock in his voice reflected his astonishment. Han Yu's ability left him questioning everything he thought he knew.
Tang Ya, standing nearby, wore a stunned expression as well. She recognized the two soul skills; Beibei frequently employed them, and she never expected Han Yu to be able to use them too.