Young People Don't Play Fair

"Good lad!"

"You youngsters have no sense of fair play, launching a sneak attack?"

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

Huo Feng's tactic of striking first had indeed caught him somewhat off guard.

But unfortunately, before an absolute gap in strength, even a sneak attack was useless.

"First Soul Skill, Sword Cleaving Strike!"

Just then, Huo Feng arrived.

The deep-blue Thunderclap Sword streaked through the air, trailing crackling sparks of electricity in its wake.

Clang—!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out across the field.

Zhao Wuji merely raised his arms over his head.

The next instant, Huo Feng was sent flying.

His body flipped once through the air before he landed steadily on his feet.

Shaking his somewhat aching wrist, Huo Feng sighed inwardly. Zhao Wuji's defense was truly astounding.

His full-force strike just now had felt like chopping into a steel plate when it hit Zhao Wuji's arm.

Not even the slightest mark had been left where the Thunderclap Sword landed.

Even the Chain Lightning attached to it had failed to produce much effect.

"Glazed treasures emerge from the Seven Treasures."

Just then, Ning Rongrong, positioned in the rear, spun in place as she chanted under her breath.

A brilliant, multicolored radiance burst forth from her body.

The Seven-Colored Light gathered in her right hand, finally condensing within her palm into a seven-colored pagoda over a foot tall.

Its light flickered, exuding an air of nobility.

Two yellow soul rings slowly rose from beneath her feet before spiraling upward.

"The Seven Treasures have a name. First: Strength!"

Ning Rongrong lightly tapped with her finger, and the first soul ring instantly enveloped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

At the same time, three streams of colored light drifted out and landed respectively on Huo Feng, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing.

At once, a solid, warm power seemed to descend from the heavens and flow into every part of their bodies.

"It's actually the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

At the sight, Zhao Wuji's face lit up with delight.

"To think we actually recruited a student from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan this year! Hahahaha!"

"The Seven Treasures have a name. Second: Speed."

Three more streams of colored light drifted onto the three of them, enhancing them.

Huo Feng immediately felt his body become noticeably lighter.

What Ning Rongrong had just cast were her First Soul Skill and Second Soul Skill.

They increased strength and speed by thirty percent respectively.

The continent's number one support-type Attack-Type Martial Soul truly lived up to its reputation—terrifying indeed! Whoosh—!

Just then, Huo Feng sharply flicked his sword-wielding right hand.

The second soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, spiraling upward to encircle the longsword.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the originally deep-blue sword turned crimson in an instant.

Blazing flames burned across the blade, warping the surrounding air with their heat.

It was the second form of the Nine Swords of Dugu—the Flame Sword!

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened at the sight.

It was the first time he had ever seen a Martial Soul capable of switching forms.

Now, he was growing more and more excited.

With Ning Rongrong's enhancement, Huo Feng raised his sword and charged forward once more.

"Second Soul Skill, Prairie Fire!"

Three fiery arcs of sword energy shot out at once, hurtling straight toward Zhao Wuji.

At the same time, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing moved from both sides.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

The corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth rose slightly. Then he bent his legs into a half-crouch and flexed his arms, veins bulging at once.

Bang—!

His terrifying fists smashed heavily into the ground.

Following a dull boom, the earth shook violently.

Then, wave-like bulges rose from the ground and surged toward the four of them.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing reacted swiftly. With agile movements, they leaped up by borrowing the force and avoided the tremor.

Since Huo Feng was charging at the front and was too close, he had no room to evade.

He was blasted backward nearly fifty feet before coming to a stop.

Sizzle—!

At the same time, the three arcs of sword energy from Prairie Fire struck Zhao Wuji.

The latter remained unmoved, allowing the flames to burn over his body. His expression even seemed relaxed.

A few breaths later, he suddenly sensed something wrong and cursed loudly.

"Brat, you actually burned off my damn eyebrows!"

Huo Feng's Second Soul Skill still could not inflict any substantial damage on Zhao Wuji.

But due to his carelessness, both of his eyebrows had been burned away.

His entire face was also somewhat blackened.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji looked utterly comical.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Wu leaped into the air and curled herself into a ball.

In almost an instant, she shot above Zhao Wuji.

With a bang, Xiao Wu's feet landed firmly on his shoulders.

She suddenly drew in her toes and twisted sharply.

The next second, Zhao Wuji's massive body was actually pulled off the ground.

As Xiao Wu rapidly flipped backward through the air, he spun along with her.

Zhao Wuji instantly sensed trouble. His expression changed slightly, and his body suddenly swelled.

His already absurd muscles doubled in size again.

He grew another meter taller—Martial Soul Possession!

At the same time, seven brilliant soul rings rose beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black! All seven soul rings spiraled upward.

Even so, Xiao Wu still clung tightly around Zhao Wuji's neck.

Like a nimble serpent, she moved across his shoulders.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!

A rapid series of crisp impacts suddenly rang out behind Zhao Wuji, whose attention was focused on Xiao Wu.

It was Zhu Zhuqing, unleashing her soul skill.

As an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master, she was incredibly fast. She made no sound at all before launching her attacks.

Zhao Wuji had not noticed her at all.

After possessing her Martial Soul, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes had turned two different colors.

Her claws were incomparably sharp, striking only at vital points.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji was clearly overwhelmed.

In that fleeting opening, Huo Feng's figure flashed, transforming into a black shadow. In the blink of an eye, he arrived behind Zhao Wuji.

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body trembled slightly beside him, her eyes filled with astonishment and admiration.

Huo Feng's speed had truly exceeded her expectations.

A Power Attack System Battle Soul Master seemed to be even faster than her, an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master.

No one noticed that the sword in Huo Feng's hand had changed into a dagger.

A dagger as black as ink.

Third Soul Skill, One Thought God and Demon! Dark attribute—Shadow Assault! Huo Feng targeted Zhao Wuji's lower back and thrust his sword out without holding back! Almost at the same time, his other hand successfully touched Zhao Wuji as well.

"Ah—!"

Zhao Wuji, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly stiffened.

A sharp pain shot from his kidney.

He could not help but cry out on the spot.

Ding!

Detected that the host has made contact with Zhao Wuji!

Does the host choose to sacrifice?