The Haughty Wu Feng

The Haughty Wu Feng

Outside the assessment area.

Du Weilun, the Outer Court's director of instruction, called roll while the assessment groups drew lots.

For this elimination round, all sixty-four teams were divided into thirty-two matches, paired off to compete and determine the winners round after round.

During the elimination rounds, there would be one match each morning and afternoon. Eliminated teams would return directly to class, while victorious teams remained to continue competing.

On the first morning, sixty-four teams would be narrowed to thirty-two, and in the afternoon, thirty-two would be narrowed to sixteen.

And so it continued until the semifinal matches on the morning of the third day. In the afternoon, the final would determine the champion, while the two teams that had lost in the morning would compete for third place.

Thus, all the matches would conclude in three days.

This time, Huo Yuhao's Team had been assigned to Area Fifteen, and Wang Yan was not their proctor.

Given the three of them's strength, the morning assessment posed no problem at all.

After every round, the groups had to draw lots again. By the afternoon, Huo Yuhao and the other two had drawn Area Eight.

This area was also relatively close to the spectator stands north of the assessment area.

Their opponents this time were three very beautiful young girls.

The three girls were clearly led by the short-haired blonde at the front.

Yet after stepping onto the stage, the blonde girl retreated to the back, shielded by the other two girls.

The girl on the left also had short hair, fiery red like flames. Her features were exquisite, her skin fair as snow, and her eyes red as well, though her gaze was icy.

The girl on the right stood in stark contrast to the fiery-haired girl on the left.

Her long light-green hair cascaded behind her, and her eyes were dark green. She looked exceptionally gentle, always carrying an air of delicate fragility.

They changed formation after the proctor announced that they could enter the stage and introduce themselves. The red-haired girl said proudly, "Freshman Class Nine, Wu Feng. Level twenty-five Assault System Battle Soul Master."

There was no need to report one's Soul Power level during introductions. Wu Feng's pride was plain to see.

The light-green-haired girl on the right gave Wu Feng a mildly reproachful look, but she did not change the manner of introduction either. "Freshman Class Nine, Nanmen Yun'er. Level twenty-four Agility Assault System Battle Soul Master."

The short-haired blonde girl spoke last, her voice calm and unhurried. "Freshman Class Nine, Ning Tian. Level thirty-one Support System Tool Soul Elder."

At those words, both Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao were startled. They had never expected to encounter a team with a Soul Elder this early.

Tool Soul Masters had always cultivated more slowly in the early stages than Beast Martial Soul Masters. Yet Ning Tian had reached level thirty-one at around twelve years old and possessed a third Soul Ring. That was no longer simply a matter of talent.

Still, shocked as she was, Wang Dong did not forget to announce her name.

"Freshman Class One, Wang Dong. Level twenty-five Assault System Battle Soul Master."

"Freshman Class One, Xiao Xiao. Level twenty-three Control System Battle Soul Master."

"Freshman Class One, Huo Yuhao. Level twenty Omni-System Battle Soul Master."

Hearing Huo Yuhao's introduction, Wu Feng curled her lip.

Since he was a Battle Soul Master, that proved he had yet to obtain his second Soul Ring. He was merely an ordinary one-ring Soul Master.

As for the Omni-System Huo Yuhao had mentioned, she instinctively ignored it.

But unlike Wu Feng, Ning Tian, standing behind her, frowned and looked toward Huo Yuhao.

Every Soul Master knew the various classifications of Soul Masters, but what the hell was an Omni-System?

Wang Dong narrowed her eyes, her gaze locked firmly onto Wu Feng.

She had seen Wu Feng's contemptuous look toward Huo Yuhao clearly.

Only now did she taste the bitter fruit of arrogance.

Though that contemptuous gaze had been directed at Huo Yuhao, she felt as if she herself had been insulted. Anger ignited in her heart.

Wu Feng naturally sensed Wang Dong's hostile gaze and answered with a cold snort.

Two Soul Grand Masters and a one-ring Soul Master—their overall Soul Power was even lower than hers. What did they have to compare with her?

Seeing that both sides were ready, the proctor shouted, "Begin!"

Wang Yan stood on the spectator stand, his gaze fixed tightly on the area where Huo Yuhao and the other two stood.

"Just as I thought... They must have mastered some kind of technique to do it like that."

Wang Yan muttered to himself.

What he meant was naturally the "silky smoothness" he had sensed from the beginning.

The way Huo Yuhao and the other two released their Martial Souls was simply too smooth. It had even left him feeling that he would never forget that sensation for the rest of his life. Whenever he watched other Soul Masters release their Martial Souls afterward, he always found them somewhat sluggish.

Wang Dong charged forward abruptly. As she rushed ahead, her incomparably gorgeous butterfly wings had already unfurled.

Even Wu Feng could not help having her eyes dazzled when she saw Wang Dong's butterfly wings, and she instinctively praised them in her heart.

But their fighting spirit was not weak, and they quickly recovered.

Wu Feng let out a sharp cry, and her entire body seemed to spring upward. An incomparably intense wave of heat surged from her body, accompanied faintly by a soft dragon's roar.

Her figure suddenly lengthened. Suspended in midair, she looked like a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl who had just finished developing.

At the same time, her school uniform burst apart, exposing the tight elastic leather outfit beneath.

The leather outfit extended upward from deep within her thighs, covering her now somewhat fuller breasts after activating her Martial Soul.

Her skin underwent the greatest change. A faint red sheen rippled across Wu Feng's skin.

Starting from the left side of her face, a layer of fine dragon scales covered her skin, extending down her neck and across her shoulder to envelop her entire left arm and hand.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose instantly beneath her feet. Wu Feng's Martial Soul was undoubtedly a top-tier Martial Soul—the fire-attributed Red Dragon.

Moreover, unlike Wang Dong, Wu Feng's strengths clearly lay in her physical toughness and strength.

If it had been the Wang Dong of the past, she would have charged straight in without another word.

But things were different now. Wang Dong knew exactly what her strengths were.

She was stronger than ordinary Assault-type Soul Masters, but when facing a Martial Soul specialized in strength like Wu Feng's, that advantage was no longer an advantage.

Whoosh—

Wang Dong suddenly flew upward, rising higher than before and slightly higher than Wu Feng, who had just leaped into the air.

Because her Soul Power was insufficient, Wang Dong could fly now, but she could not fly too high.

Yet merely being a little higher than Wu Feng was already enough to make her furious.

"Let me handle her!"

At some point, a pair of emerald-green wings had appeared behind Nanmen Yun'er. Though they were not large in appearance and far less dazzling than Wang Dong's Light Goddess Butterfly, they made Nanmen Yun'er incredibly fast.

Hearing Nanmen Yun'er's words, Wu Feng dropped down with the momentum, landing right beside Xiao Xiao!