Crushing Victory

Crushing Victory

When the second day of assessments began, there were four matches a day. Not only was Soul Power heavily depleted, but physical stamina was as well. Of course, that only applied to everyone else; Ye Qingchen, the person in question, had not expended the slightest bit of energy.

After the first day's matches and observations, Ye Qingchen was completely certain that among these groups, there truly was no opponent capable of threatening him. It could be said that he had no opponents at all.

With the schedule so tight, the other groups did not stubbornly force the issue. In order to secure better results, when facing Ye Qingchen, they merely went through the motions before conceding. Ye Qingchen easily won every match, achieving a crushing record of five victories in five battles.

As the assessment instructor for the Thirty-First District, Wang Yan was somewhat frustrated. The matches had already passed, yet Ye Qingchen's fighting style had been nearly identical every time—he always ended the battle in an instant.

He still had not been able to figure out what Ye Qingchen's abilities were. How could a theory-oriented teacher like him not be frustrated by that?

"Ye Qingchen, come over here." After the second day's matches ended, Wang Yan called Ye Qingchen over.

"Teacher." Ye Qingchen greeted him and walked over.

"Qingchen, tomorrow's five matches definitely won't be as easy as today's. After today's matches, there will be another drawing of lots. During the draw, aside from ensuring students from the same class do not face each other, prior records will also be considered. Your matches tomorrow will certainly still be held in our Thirty-First District, but you may very well face a strong challenge from one or even two teams."

Ye Qingchen nodded. "Let them come. I have no reason to lose."

Wang Yan smiled faintly. "Good. Go back and rest early." He still did not ask what Ye Qingchen's Martial Soul was. He had his own pride, and he believed that as long as Ye Qingchen encountered a strong opponent, he would be unable to keep it hidden.

If Ye Qingchen had known what Wang Yan was thinking, he might truly have said, "You only need to ask around a little to find out about my Martial Soul. Zhou Yi and the new student enrollment profiles both have the information... Why be so stubborn about it?"

When Ye Qingchen returned to the dormitory, he took a look at Huo Yuhao's group's results and saw that they too had won every match. He could not help but rejoice. "Not bad, not bad. This way, no one will look down on Huo Yuhao anymore."

Looking at Huo Yuhao, Ye Qingchen wondered whether he should erase Ice Silkworm Skydream's soul. After all, it was a traitor among soul beasts. If not for Ice Silkworm Skydream, the Emperor Auspicious Beast would not have been discovered, and there would have been no so-called Beast Tide. Ye Qingchen sympathized with Ice Silkworm Skydream's plight, but that was no reason to lead the entire soul beast race toward decline. In a world where the strong preyed upon the weak, Ye Qingchen honestly could not judge it either. Without sufficient strength, who could know when they would become meat on someone else's chopping block...

Early the next morning, because Ye Qingchen had achieved the best results in the previous matches, he remained in the Thirty-First District. However, compared to before, things might not be so easy this time.

Wang Yan glanced at Ye Qingchen before announcing, "Alright, everyone is here. Based on the match order, Ye Qingchen, who has the best record, will compete first. Thirty-First District, sixth round, first match: Ye Qingchen of New Student Class One versus Huang Chutian's team from New Student Class Seven."

Both sides entered the arena at the same time. Ye Qingchen discovered that the opposing team had a pair of female students who looked exactly alike. Both girls had long blue hair and rosy little faces, making them look especially cute. They also appeared to be somewhat younger.

At the front stood a tall, burly male student, the captain of their three-person team. "My name is Huang Chutian. On the left is Lan Susu, and on the right is Lan Luoluo. Please advise us."

"Ye Qingchen. Please advise me as well," Ye Qingchen replied.

Both sides took their positions. Ye Qingchen had no fixed position; after all, he was alone and could stand anywhere. On the other side, Huang Chutian stood at the front, with Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo behind him.

Instructor Wang Yan shouted in a deep voice, "The assessment begins."

Quickly releasing their Martial Souls, Huang Chutian let out an angry roar and forcefully pounded his chest with both fists. His eyes changed from black to yellow, and his limbs became exceptionally thick. The twin girls released their Martial Souls at the same time.

Lan Luoluo and Lan Susu tossed their heads, and the blue hair behind them immediately flew up, spreading through the air. It rapidly became blue strands more than ten meters long, drifting in the air without touching the ground.

"Hair as a body Martial Soul. Three two-ring Great Soul Masters," Ye Qingchen observed.

Huang Chutian's group was indeed very strong, but in their original district, they had encountered opponents who happened to counter them perfectly. As a result, they had won four out of five matches, losing one, and came here in second place.

On the other side, Ye Qingchen spread his dragon wings and flew into the air. As Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo watched him in the sky, their eyes sparkled like stars, and their gazes immediately changed.

Huang Chutian gave a low roar and strode toward Ye Qingchen. Every step he took on the ground produced a series of thunderous thud, thud, thud sounds. When he was still several meters away from Ye Qingchen, he suddenly leaped up, both fists smashing toward him.

Ye Qingchen steadied himself and folded his wings behind him. Neither dodging nor evading, he met the attack with both palms.

Boom—

Huang Chutian was forcibly smashed from the air and, after landing, staggered back several steps before stabilizing himself.

At the same moment Huang Chutian landed, Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo looked away from him. Their blue hair, which had stretched over ten meters, instantly flew up and formed a massive net in the air, rushing toward Ye Qingchen.

Huang Chutian swiftly retreated into the hair net, but the blue strands seemed to have eyes, parting around him without touching his body.

"What a boring match. Better end it quickly. Wind Element Enhancement, Wind Splitting Cut." A layer of wind-forged blades wrapped around Ye Qingchen's dragon wings.

At that moment, Ye Qingchen's sharp dragon wings revealed their power. The fierce wind generated tremendous destructive force as his wings swept up and down, directly tearing a gap through the net. At the same time, he instantly dove toward Huang Chutian.

Huang Chutian and the Lan sisters were all greatly shocked. They had not expected Ye Qingchen's destructive power to be so formidable, nor had they expected him to accurately locate Huang Chutian's position.

"Power Cannon Hammer!" Huang Chutian shouted as he fiercely slammed both fists toward Ye Qingchen.

"Divine Void Vision Replication, Power Cannon Hammer." Using Divine Void Vision's replication ability, Ye Qingchen perfectly copied his opponent's Soul Skill.

Two silver-yellow rays collided. The deafening explosion kicked up dust throughout the arena, and the aftermath directly blasted Huang Chutian away.

The two sisters exchanged glances. The soul rings around their bodies actually vanished simultaneously, and their clasped hands separated as they opened their arms and embraced each other in the middle of battle.

At the same time, the long hair behind their heads rose together, all of it turning a crystal-clear blue. The strands remained just as fine, but when they once again descended upon Ye Qingchen, they gave off an entirely different feeling.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Heavenly Net."

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill?" Ye Qingchen looked at the blue hair filling the sky.

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill was a technique jointly unleashed by two soul masters whose Martial Souls were exceptionally compatible. The power of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill far surpassed any Soul Skill of the same level; it could be said that it existed on an entirely different level.

"Time Slowdown, Space Strangulation."

As Ye Qingchen's words fell, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill's attack slowed. An invisible force entered the fusion skill, and the hair net filling the sky was sliced into countless segments. It collapsed just like that, receding like a tide.

The Lan sisters' greatest flaw was that, with their current cultivation, using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was far too strenuous. They could not have sustained it for long to begin with, and the backlash from the Martial Soul Fusion Skill caused them to fall unconscious.

At the edge of the arena, Wang Yan's eyes widened as he stared at the scene before him in disbelief. "Ye Qingchen wins."

The remaining matches posed no challenge whatsoever to Ye Qingchen. No one was willing to clash with him head-on; when facing him, they all tried to preserve as much strength as possible to deal with others. Ye Qingchen won all ten matches during the Round-Robin Tournament, achieving the best record in the Thirty-First District.

(End of Chapter)