Forget It, We Admit Defeat

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A soft sensation lingered on his hand, leaving Huo Feng oddly reluctant to let it go.

Meng Yiran was indeed already sixteen, and her figure had developed quite nicely.

A faintly helpless expression appeared on Huo Feng's face.

He could not be blamed for that. That casual palm strike had not been deliberately aimed there in advance.

The situation had been urgent, and the opportunity had been fleeting.

He had finally found a chance to make physical contact with Meng Yiran and then sacrifice her.

Naturally, he could not let it slip away before his eyes. He could only act quickly.

Who would have thought that such an inadvertent strike would deal Meng Yiran a double blow, both physically and mentally?

"You despicable wretch!"

A flush crossed Meng Yiran's pretty face as she glared viciously at Huo Feng.

Because of the particular angle of her body, the other spectators had not seen where Huo Feng's highly aggressive palm strike had landed.

They merely found it astonishing that Huo Feng, whose martial soul was a sword, also knew palm techniques.

"Bzzzt—!"

With a cold snort, the two Soul Rings around Meng Yiran suddenly lit up at the same time.

She unleashed both Soul Skills simultaneously.

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Meng Yiran's body suddenly twisted as though she had no bones.

Her suddenly supple body slid swiftly across the ground as though coated in oil.

With a forceful swing, she smashed the Serpent Head Crutch in her hand toward Huo Feng.

From the serpent head atop the crutch, a two-foot-long Tongue Blade shot out.

It instantly closed the distance between herself and Huo Feng. The Tongue Blade gleamed with a deep blue light, clearly carrying potent poison.

Meng Yiran activated both Soul Skills at once.

First Soul Ring skill, Tongue Blade!

Second Soul Ring skill, Serpent Body!

However, Meng Yiran looked rather bedraggled at the moment.

Although the Chain Lightning effect of Huo Feng's Thunderclap Sword had completely faded by now,

that terrifying lightning had put her through considerable suffering and had badly damaged her clothes.

Her tight-fitting outfit was now riddled with charred holes.

Most outrageously, some enticing places could vaguely be seen through those holes.

That was why, the instant she recovered, Meng Yiran had tried to kill Huo Feng. She was no longer merely furious; she was burning with both rage and humiliation.

Dai Mubai muttered, "Huo Feng is truly formidable. If he hadn't used that palm strike just now and had swung his sword again instead, his opponent might have surrendered outright."

Whether it was Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, or Oscar, all three were staring fixedly at Meng Yiran.

Meng Yiran was, after all, an exceptionally beautiful woman, and her hole-ridden clothes gave her a hazy sort of beauty.

Dai Mubai and Oscar were somewhat restrained, but Ma Hongjun, that fatty, was already drooling, looking as though his evil fire was about to flare up.

Just then, a dull bang suddenly rang out from the field.

Meng Yiran's Serpent Head Crutch tilted slightly upward. Her Soul Power was extremely domineering.

Huo Feng smiled faintly. No wonder Meng Yiran had been so confident—she did have some skill.

Although the Serpent Cane had been knocked aside, Huo Feng did not rush to press his attack.

Meng Yiran forcibly pulled the Serpent Cane back. With a slight shake of both hands gripping it, the cane turned into eight streaks of light that simultaneously stabbed toward Huo Feng.

Those eight streaks were both real and illusory, carrying surging, overbearing Soul Power as they nearly covered every direction Huo Feng could dodge.

Just then, the system's pleasant voice suddenly rang out in Huo Feng's mind. Ding!

Meng Yiran sacrifice successful!

Hidden mission completion progress: 1/2!

Reward: 500 Sacrifice Points!

Meng Yiran, who had been launching a full-on assault, suddenly felt a numb sensation spread throughout her body.

A feeling she had never experienced before swept over her entire body.

Thud—!

Without any warning, Meng Yiran suddenly dropped to her knees.

And she was facing directly toward Huo Feng.

With her body suddenly in such a state, her attack naturally came to a halt.

The Serpent Head Crutch in her hand had long since fallen to the ground.

The spectators beside them were utterly dumbfounded.

What the hell kind of pose was that?

If she could not win, she could just surrender. There was no need to kneel, was there? Especially Chao Tianxiang, whose face had turned livid.

Although she did not understand why her granddaughter had suddenly knelt before that brat across from her,

it truly left her old face with nowhere to hide.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji's grin nearby was practically reaching the back of his head.

Not only were the spectators confused, but Huo Feng, standing not far before Meng Yiran, was equally bewildered.

He had sacrificed quite a few people before.

Especially Tang San—during those six years at Notting Academy, he had sacrificed him so many times.

Yet he had never seen anyone react like this after being sacrificed.

She had even fucking knelt.

After thinking for a moment, Huo Feng's gaze settled on Meng Yiran as he slowly said,

"If you want to surrender, just tell me directly. There's no need for such a grand gesture."

When he said this, Huo Feng's tone and expression were utterly normal.

"Despicable..."

Meng Yiran uttered those two words in an exceptionally weak voice.

Her voice was so quiet that no one heard her clearly.

Even Huo Feng, who stood closest to her, only heard Meng Yiran mumble a few words and had no idea what she was saying.

No, I can't lose.

Meng Yiran gritted her teeth and forced herself back to her feet. No matter what, she could not bear to give up.

If she lost, the thousand-year Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent would belong to them.

And she had actually knelt before her opponent just now. It was simply the greatest humiliation! She had to reclaim the dignity she had lost.

Since childhood, Meng Yiran had grown up spoiled by the Dragon Duke and Serpent Granny. There had never been anything she wanted but failed to obtain.

She was even more determined to obtain the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. Although the situation was already extremely unfavorable to her, she refused to give up no matter what.

Just then, Meng Yiran suddenly hurled the Serpent Cane at Huo Feng.

It should have been the most basic attack, yet it left her drenched in sweat and took tremendous effort.

The Tongue Blade shooting from the Serpent Head Crutch suddenly dipped down in an eerie arc. Sliding along Huo Feng's Thunderclap Sword, it slashed directly toward his right hand.

The chilling blade flashed with a deep blue gleam. Everyone knew that if it landed, things would be very bad.

Huo Feng's pupils contracted as he abruptly raised his hand and shook it.

Bang—!

The Serpent Cane was sent flying more than ten meters away in the next instant.

Meng Yiran's moves were truly vicious. If he had been even slightly less attentive, he would have nearly fallen for it.

Whoosh—!

Under her shocked gaze, the Thunderclap Sword in Huo Feng's hand instantly transformed into the Flame Sword.

"Second Soul Skill, Prairie Fire!"

A terrifying sword gale carrying blazing flames howled through the air, rushing straight at Meng Yiran.

Her face filled with terror. At this point, she was already unable to resist.

If she were hit by this Soul Skill, she would probably be disfigured.

Bang—!

Just then, a round defensive light shield suddenly appeared before Meng Yiran.

Prairie Fire struck the round light shield and lasted only three breaths before vanishing into nothingness.

"Ah..."

As Huo Feng stood there in confusion, Chao Tianxiang sighed and looked reluctantly at Zhao Wuji. "Forget it. We admit defeat."