Class Battle

Nan Fusheng and Zhao Xiao stood facing each other on the field.

Zhao Xiao's eyes widened as he let out a roar. A white Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet and immediately shone brightly, its light rising up along his body. At the same time, his body began to swell, especially his head, where a pair of horns emerged. This was his Martial Soul: Goat.

A small white goat appeared on his shoulder. It was clearly his Soul Spirit, a ten-year Soul Spirit.

First Soul Skill: Fearless Charge!

Zhao Xiao charged toward Nan Fusheng in huge strides, his feet striking the ground with resounding thuds. Combined with his burly frame, his momentum was truly imposing.

Nan Fusheng, on the other hand, unhurriedly summoned his Martial Soul: Time Worm. A faint milky-white glow emerged around him, and a white Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet as well.

First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal.

Zhao Xiao, who had been charging straight at Nan Fusheng, suddenly felt his vision go dark. Then he lost consciousness. His body, which had been about to slam into Nan Fusheng, abruptly halted before collapsing to the ground.

Zhao Xiao's abnormal condition drew cries of surprise from the surrounding students. Even Wu Changkong's gaze showed a trace of astonishment. Five or six seconds passed just like that. Nan Fusheng walked over to Zhao Xiao, who still had not gotten back up, and Wu Changkong directly announced Zhao Xiao's elimination.

Only when Wu Changkong made the announcement did Zhao Xiao dazedly get to his feet. Seeing this, Nan Fusheng gave him a hand.

"Truly a wonderful match. I only narrowly defeated you this time."

Hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Zhao Xiao's face was full of question marks. What the hell? Had we already fought? What did he mean, narrowly defeated me? Why didn't I know anything?

"Those who are finished, get off the field. The second match begins. You, and you, go up."

Wu Changkong had no patience for Zhao Xiao's bewildered expression and directly drove him off the field. However, he did not criticize Zhao Xiao either. After all, even he could not quite make sense of Nan Fusheng's Soul Skill. Still, he would not say that aloud. There were several more matches to come, and he believed he would definitely figure it out.

In the next round, Nan Fusheng's opponent inexplicably collapsed to the ground just as he finished his Martial Soul Possession and prepared to attack. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie also each defeated their respective opponents. After that round ended, only five people remained.

"Nan Fusheng, Han Lan, you two go first."

In the third round, Nan Fusheng's opponent was a chubby little girl who looked somewhat simple-minded.

Han Lan had only gone through two matches, yet she had left quite a deep impression on Nan Fusheng. It was not because of her figure, but because of her Martial Soul.

Han Lan's Martial Soul was Earth Element, an exceptionally strong Martial Soul. Her Soul Power was level thirteen. Judging from her abilities, she should not have been assigned to Class Five no matter what. Moreover, she smiled at everyone she saw, her face always full of warmth.

"Begin!" With Wu Changkong's announcement, the third round began.

A white ring of light flashed beneath Han Lan's feet. At the same time, a Soul Spirit resembling a clump of earth surged out from her shoulder. Without pausing at all, she raised both hands toward Nan Fusheng.

A circular yellow-brown halo immediately appeared beneath Nan Fusheng's feet. Stone Pillars shot up in an instant, forming a sturdy stone prison that trapped him within.

At the same time, Han Lan began retreating at high speed. Nan Fusheng's first two battles had left a deep impression on her. No, it should be said that he had left a deep impression on everyone in Class Five.

After all, even Xie Xie, who had the highest Soul Power, defeated his opponents in ways they could understand. The unknown was what inspired fear. His opponents would be halfway through using their Soul Skills before suddenly collapsing. It was simply too strange.

Therefore, Han Lan chose to trap Nan Fusheng first, then move away from him. As long as she widened the distance, no matter how strange Nan Fusheng's Soul Skill was, he could not possibly hit her from so far away. At the same time, as long as she kept Nan Fusheng trapped for ten seconds, she would win.

The tops of the Stone Pillars curved inward and sealed shut, forming a completely enclosed prison.

Han Lan had won her previous two matches this way. As an Earth Element controller, she had chosen the Control System path. Although her First Soul Skill was only a ten-year Soul Skill, it was extremely powerful and could directly restrain her opponent. However, because it was only ten years, it also imposed considerable limitations on her. For example, after using this Soul Skill once, she could not use it again for at least twenty seconds.

If this had been a battlefield, she would likely have only one chance to use it.

Wu Changkong would begin counting after a student was trapped. If they could not escape the stone prison within ten seconds, they lost.

Han Lan had won her first match this way. In the second, she had been even faster. That student had tried to rush out of the stone prison's range right at the start, but the prison formed too quickly. The moment he stepped onto its edge, he was launched high into the air. If Wu Changkong had not caught him in time, he might have fallen hard enough to be unable to care for himself.

"Ten..." Wu Changkong began counting with an expressionless face. After Han Lan's first match, he had said that when fighting a Control System Battle Soul Master, being controlled for ten seconds was no different from being dead. Thus, he gave them only ten seconds. If they escaped, Han Lan lost. If they could not, Han Lan won. It was that simple and brutal.

However, before Wu Changkong could even count to "seven," Han Lan, who was still retreating, suddenly fell face-first to the ground. At the same time, thudding sounds came from the stone prison trapping Nan Fusheng. Boom— Soul Power wrapped around his fists as Nan Fusheng punched down the Stone Pillars before him one by one, then walked out from the rubble.

Meanwhile, Han Lan was still sprawled on the ground. Only after Nan Fusheng walked up to her did Wu Changkong announce her elimination.

It did not seem to be a spiritual-type Soul Skill, but when Han Lan trapped him in the stone prison, there had been a trace of Spiritual Power fluctuation. Was it locking onto a target? Wu Changkong wondered.

Tang Wulin, without any surprise, defeated his opponent once again. Xie Xie received a bye. At this point, only the final three remained.

All the students looked toward Wu Changkong. Only three people were left. How were they supposed to fight now?

After pondering briefly, Wu Changkong said, "Tang Wulin, Nan Fusheng, you two fight first. The winner will face Xie Xie."

A faintly smug expression immediately appeared on Xie Xie's face as he looked at Tang Wulin with a hint of pride. His expression seemed to say, See that? The teacher values me the most.

Tang Wulin did not even glance at him and walked back into the center of the field.

"Come to think of it, this is the first time the two of us have fought," Nan Fusheng said with a light laugh.

"That's right. So I hope you'll give it everything you have," Tang Wulin said seriously as he looked at Nan Fusheng.

"Begin!" With Wu Changkong's announcement, the sole match of the fourth round began.