"Go, beat them to death!"
The middle-aged man in the white tiger robe clutched his chest, feeling a tremor inside his body, and glared fiercely at Bell.
The earlier strike had clearly shaken him more than he was willing to admit. A dull ache spread through his chest, his breathing slightly uneven, but the humiliation burned far hotter than the pain. Being sent flying by someone of a lower rank was not something he could tolerate—especially not in front of his subordinates.
"Yes, General Dai."
"White Tiger Possession!"
"Battle Lion Possession!"
"Blood Leopard Possession!"
The air erupted with surging spirit power as one after another, the pursuers released their martial spirits. Phantom beasts roared into existence—ferocious tigers, blazing lions, and swift, bloodthirsty leopards. Their auras intertwined, forming an overwhelming pressure that pressed down on the battlefield like a storm about to break.
The other pursuers from Star Luo Empire were clearly not ordinary Spirit Masters; they should all be Star Luo Royal Family generals and guards.
Their movements were disciplined and precise. In mere moments, they formed a coordinated formation, each position reinforcing the others. This was not a chaotic mob—it was a trained unit accustomed to fighting together on the battlefield.
They quickly formed a formation, possessed their Spirits, and attacked Bell and Xiao Chenyu.
Bell's feet sank, his punching stance already perfectly executed, like a fierce tiger roaming among the Spirit Master crowd, even more like a tiger slayer.
His body lowered slightly, muscles coiling with restrained power. Every breath he took seemed synchronized with the rhythm of his fists. There was no wasted movement—only efficiency and intent.
"Someone told me those words years ago. I don't know if the White Tiger Spirit is the king among tigers."
"But the Subduing Tiger Fist taught by my teacher is the bane of all tiger-type Spirit Masters!"
His voice was calm, but each word carried weight. It wasn't arrogance—it was conviction forged through countless repetitions, countless battles, and unwavering belief in his path.
Another six-ring Spirit Emperor with a White Tiger Spirit, named Dai Chenghu, furiously attacked Bell. Unexpectedly, Bell shifted and changed hands, accurately judging the landing point of his attack.
The exchange happened in a flash.
Bell's body twisted with fluid precision, his hands moving like flowing water yet striking with the force of thunder. He didn't meet strength with strength—instead, he redirected, intercepted, and countered with perfect timing.
In just a moment, he seized him, and with a fierce tiger knee drop, he heavily sent him flying, with faint sounds of broken ribs coming from him.
The crack was sharp and unmistakable.
Dai Chenghu's body arced through the air before crashing into the wet ground, his Spirit flickering violently. Pain twisted his face, his earlier ferocity replaced by shock.
Xiao Chenyu had also made great progress in the past three years. Every day, before dawn, he would be pulled up by Bell to practice boxing.
How bad could a wolf punch be, when it was nurtured by a boxing fanatic who practiced boxing from morning till midnight every day, practicing one set of boxing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of times?
Sweat, bruises, repetition—those were the foundations of his strength. What he lacked in innate talent, he compensated for with relentless discipline.
At this moment, even fighting against a Spirit Emperor realm Spirit Master, he still had the power to maneuver.
His movements were swift and aggressive, yet controlled. Like a hunting wolf, he circled, probed, and struck at openings, never allowing himself to be cornered despite the overwhelming disadvantage.
"This kid's boxing has become even more refined in the past two years. I'm afraid he has truly achieved the unity of man and Spirit, and man and fist. He can fight so calmly even across a major realm."
"It's a pity, though, his spirit power is still too much lower than the enemy's, and the enemy has the advantage in numbers. I'm afraid they will soon show signs of decline and then be defeated."
In front of the Cherry Honey shop, Flender had just finished cutting meat and walked out with Zhao Wuji, tearing down promotional signs while watching the show. Seeing Bell box again, they felt a sense of familiarity.
That rhythm, that stubborn persistence—it reminded them of their own younger days, when they had once stood on the opposite side of Heart of Fire Academy, clashing with equal intensity.
That was their youth, when they were deans opposite Heart of Fire Academy!
"Boss Flender, why don't we go help? Maybe we can even befriend Heart of Fire Academy, and then we won't have to pay fines for promoting our honey using the Academy's name?"
Zhao Wuji rubbed his fists, eager to fight.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, the earlier frustration from the fine now redirected into a desire for action. For someone like him, watching a fight without joining in was almost unbearable.
Flender calculated for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Helping isn't impossible, but the other side has more than ten Spirit Saints. Even if the two of us go, we'll just get beaten. Then we'll have to pay a medical bill, and Dean Xin might not be at the Academy to see our efforts. If Dean Xin doesn't see it, it's as good as not helping. This business isn't worth it, not worth it."
His tone was practical, almost cold, but his eyes still lingered on the battlefield. He wasn't indifferent—just cautious.
"Anyway, there's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's guard team. If those guys really dare to cause any damage to Heart of Fire Academy, or if that kid Bell calls for help, they definitely won't stand by and do nothing."
Flender's small eyes had already glimpsed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Spirit Master next to him, who was wearing a dark gold badge, reaching for the Hell Revolver at his waist.
The subtle motion didn't escape him. It was a silent warning—if things escalated beyond a certain point, lethal force would be used without hesitation.
He feared that if those Star Luo Spirit Masters dared to kill Bell and Xiao Chenyu, he would decisively open fire. This was the quality of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Spirit Masters in Soto City—to protect Heart of Fire Academy as the Sect's primary Academy.
But at this very moment, a phantom flashed by, and several figures in the distance caught Flender's attention.
His expression changed slightly, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes—as if something far more unexpected was about to enter the stage.