Dai Mubai Was About to Die of Frustration!

The Iron Armor Combination saw that two children had actually stepped onto the stage and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

The host was also stunned for a moment, but the Soul Battle had to continue. Since they could stand here, they clearly possessed the corresponding Martial Soul rank.

"It seems our Phoenix Dance Combination is truly young and accomplished. Let the match begin."

The astonishment on the Iron Armor Combination brothers' faces lasted only a brief moment. They quickly returned to normal, retreating instead of advancing as they simultaneously took a steady step back.

They let out a low roar at the same time, their movements as synchronized as if they were one person.

Dense gray light surged from their right hands, and two identical shields instantly appeared in their grasp.

The shields were covered in fine patterns, with three yellow hundred-year Soul Beast rings pulsing atop each one.

Battle Soul Masters with Tool Martial Souls.

Although they were also strength-type Battle Soul Masters, Yun Feng and Xiao Wu immediately judged that these two opponents were completely different from the opponent Xiao Wu had faced in her previous one-on-one Soul Battle.

Most importantly, these two clearly possessed extensive combat experience and had not let down their guard just because Yun Feng and Xiao Wu were young.

Although Tool Martial Souls did not alter a Soul Master's physical appearance, the simultaneous charge and roar of these two burly men still carried an overwhelming pressure.

Moving in nearly identical strides, they charged toward Yun Feng and Xiao Wu with thunderous force.

They raised their Iron Shields before their heads and rushed at the two of them.

Xiao Wu lightly tapped the ground with her toes, her body floating up gracefully as she evaded their dump-truck charge.

Yun Feng, on the other hand, did not take them too seriously. After seeing Xiao Wu evade, he extended both hands and directly stopped their impact! "Not bad strength, but still not enough!"

The two brothers were dumbfounded. After seeing what Yun Feng had done, they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock! They had not expected this young man to be so strong that he had not even activated his Martial Soul.

Yet he had directly blocked their charge! At that thought, the First Soul Rings on both brothers lit up simultaneously.

A glimmer of light appeared on the Iron Shields and directly jolted Yun Feng's hands apart.

It even carried an exceptionally strange vibrational force that flung Yun Feng's hands high into the air.

Vibration was the skill granted by the brothers' First Soul Rings.

One on the left and one on the right, they wielded their Iron Shields to tightly protect their bodies and swiftly closed in again. They were about to reach Yun Feng and Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu leaped once more, rising into the air.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yun Feng's mouth. He slightly turned his body aside instead of confronting them head-on again, bending backward through their combined attack.

He evaded the strike.

The Iron Shields howled past, whipping Yun Feng's clothes into a loud flutter, yet they failed to hit him.

But the brothers truly deserved their rich combat experience. They spun around at once, intending to ram into him again.

The strength of a Tool Martial Soul lay in the word "tool." It could not enhance its host's own physical abilities, but the abilities it possessed were exceptionally powerful.

Yun Feng had no interest in getting a full-body massage either.

His gaze sharpened, and a faint smile curled his lips. Before the two could turn back around, sparks of lightning instantly appeared in both his hands.

Then, with lightning speed, he drove both fists directly into their abdomens.

The two men were instantly sent flying into the air. Seeing that the time was right, Xiao Wu flicked out her Scorpion-Tail Whip to restrain one of them while locking the other with her ankle.

Her First Soul Skill, Waist Bow, activated.

Driven by Xiao Wu's movement, the two began spinning through the air like tops.

When their momentum reached its peak, Xiao Wu released her ankle hold and Scorpion-Tail Whip, flinging them off the Soul Arena! The battle had ended far too quickly.

Both sides had only unleashed their First Soul Skills before the battle was over.

For a moment, the audience at the Great Soul Arena did not know what to say.

To say it was not exciting would be unfair—such an impressive combination was rarely seen.

But to call it exciting, they had barely seen any actual confrontation before the match ended.

Even the host, after presiding over Soul Battles for so many years, was seeing such a situation for the first time.

Still, out of professional duty, after his brief shock, he announced the Phoenix Dance Combination's victory!

After finishing the two-on-two Soul Battle here, Yun Feng also waited for his own one-on-one Soul Battle.

Possessing both a top-tier Martial Soul and top-tier Soul Power, Yun Feng still did not summon his Martial Soul. He merely used Raging Thunder Fist to defeat his opponent.

After the match, Yun Feng felt somewhat bored. A Soul Battle of this intensity provided him with no training whatsoever.

It would only waste his time.

After calling Zhu Zhuqing over and leaving the Great Soul Arena, they found that everyone else had also completed their respective Soul Battles.

Other than Tang San losing to Zhu Zhuqing, everyone present had won.

Through the two Soul Battles, each of them earned two points and twenty Gold Coins.

After putting away his Gold Soul Coins, Yun Feng directly asked:

"Can we go back now?"

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched a few times, but he still nodded.

At this point, Flender and Ma Hongjun were nowhere to be seen.

Yun Feng did not ask about them. After all, if the two had disappeared together, there was only one possibility: they had definitely gone to deal with Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire.

But Tang San and the others did not know that.

Tang San asked in confusion:

"Where are the Dean and Ma Hongjun?"

After glancing at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing beside Yun Feng, Dai Mubai simply gave up.

"They went chasing skirts. You all know about Ma Hongjun's condition, after all!"

After hearing that, Tang San instantly felt that he had asked an unnecessary question.

He had meant to change the subject, but he did not know about the conflict between Dai Mubai and Yun Feng.

Nor did he know of the ill-fated bond between Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, so what he said nearly caused Dai Mubai to lose it.

"Then why didn't you go look for those twins?"

The moment those words came out, Dai Mubai's face turned green.

Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes and said nothing more. In her eyes, Dai Mubai was no longer someone worth trusting.

So no matter what he did, she neither wanted to know nor cared to interfere.

But Dai Mubai clearly did not see it that way.

Sometimes, silence hurt more than blame.

Dai Mubai was filled with pent-up fury.

Dai Mubai suddenly raised his right hand. Intense white light flickered in his palm; he had never been known for having a good temper.

Or rather, his temper was more violent than anyone else's.

But when he saw Yun Feng watching from the side with ill intent, he still held himself back. The white light in his palm flashed and vanished, and he released a tiger-like snort through his nose.

Seeing Dai Mubai's impotent rage, Yun Feng, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing all cast him contemptuous glances.

Tang San also seemed to realize that he might have said something wrong.

Though he did not know why, which left him deeply puzzled.

"What exactly is going on? Why is everyone being so mysterious?"

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Xiao Wu immediately laughed.

"I'll tell you."