Another Match

As time passed, Ye Feng's training regimen gradually increased.

On Bone Douluo's side, he began explaining knowledge about soul beasts and Spirit Masters.

On Sword Douluo's side, he also began teaching combat experience, occasionally sparring with him in actual combat.

The difficulty of the training was steadily increasing.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

Over these ten days, Ye Feng's Spirit Evolution Progress had reached 5/10, accumulating halfway.

On average, it increased by one point every three days.

Once the progress exceeded halfway, Ye Feng's changes became much more apparent.

First, his movement speed had become faster. During Martial Soul Possession, his pair of claws became harder and sharper.

The wings on his back had also become more effective, allowing him to fly faster.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Meditation Method had also broken through a minor realm, reaching the level of Minor Accomplishment.

With the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Meditation Method at Minor Accomplishment, his Soul Power accumulated even faster.

Almost every day, Ye Feng could clearly feel the growth of Soul Power within his body.

Because the meditation method cultivated automatically, he did not need to rest. It operated twenty-four hours a day.

Ye Feng's Soul Power accumulated fairly quickly. By his estimation, he would be able to level up in about another half month.

As for the spirit skill Accelerate, under Sword Douluo's guidance, it had risen to the Mastered level.

Having reached the Mastered level, Ye Feng could now unleash the full effect of the Accelerate Spirit Skill.

For the spirit skill Accelerate, every time his strength increased by one level, his movement speed and attack speed would increase by one percent.

He was currently an eleventh-level Spirit Master, so the effect of the Accelerate Spirit Skill was one hundred and eleven percent.

When such speed was fully unleashed, it was already extremely elusive.

Especially now that he could use the spirit skill with complete ease, Ye Feng was certain of one thing.

If he sparred with Ning Haoran again, the victor would definitely be him.

Speak of the devil—he had only just thought of Ning Haoran when the latter actually arrived.

Ye Feng had just finished his training and returned to the courtyard with Ning Rongrong when a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Is Junior Brother Ye Feng home?"

"That's Third Brother's voice," Ning Rongrong said, looking up at Ye Feng.

Ning Haoran's voice was very distinctive. Perhaps because he was currently going through puberty, his voice was quite shrill.

One could tell who it was the moment they heard him speak.

"Senior Brother Haoran! Please come in." Ye Feng went forward with a smile.

"It's been a while. I've come to spar with you again, Junior Brother," Ning Haoran said bluntly.

This time, he had come with hopes of victory.

"It seems Senior Brother Haoran has grown stronger again." Ye Feng's gaze flickered as he noticed Ning Haoran's smug expression.

"I know, I know!" Ning Rongrong jumped up and said.

"Since he couldn't beat Brother Ye Feng last time, he went into seclusion to cultivate. He must have made a breakthrough this time."

Ning Haoran smiled and nodded. "Little Sister is right. I've already broken through to level seventeen."

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Haoran." Ye Feng smiled. "It seems you're very confident this time!"

Ning Haoran laughed heartily. "You'll find out once we have a match, Junior Brother Ye Feng."

"Sure!" Ye Feng readily agreed.

He also wanted to test his current strength.

Although his level had not improved during this time, he was already confident that he could defeat Ning Haoran.

"Let's go. We'll head to the training ground."

Led by Ning Haoran, Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong arrived at the training ground together.

Although Ning Haoran was Ning Fengzhi's son, he was approachable and had no airs about him.

Moreover, he loved challenging others to spar.

But his talent was poor, and his strength was not particularly great.

All skill and no restraint—that described him perfectly.

"Come on, Junior Brother Ye Feng. I'm ready." The moment they arrived at the training ground and took their positions, Ning Haoran impatiently activated Martial Soul Possession and entered a combat stance.

After being cooped up in seclusion for more than ten days, he had been driven nearly mad. Now, he could not wait to have a fierce battle.

Ye Feng also completed Martial Soul Possession. Hearing Ning Haoran's words, his expression froze, and he was so startled that he nearly dispelled it.

What kind of suggestive wording was that? Saying it like that could easily cause misunderstandings.

"Take this, Senior Brother!" Ye Feng moved, his body shooting forward as a pair of bird claws gleamed with sharp light.

"Good!" Ning Haoran shouted eagerly, extending his hands as well and raising his wolf claws to meet him.

In just ten days apart, Ye Feng's combat experience had improved tremendously.

Facing Ning Haoran, he showed no sign of weakness. The two actually began trading blows back and forth.

Beside them, Ning Rongrong cheered excitedly.

She looked even more thrilled than if she were fighting herself.

The fierce battle between Ye Feng and Ning Haoran instantly drew the attention of a group of inner sect disciples on the training grounds.

Those familiar with them immediately began discussing it.

"Who do you think will win between Junior Brother Ye Feng and Senior Brother Haoran?"

"Is that even a question? Of course it'll be Senior Brother Haoran. Whether in age or strength, Senior Brother Haoran is stronger than Junior Brother Ye Feng. If he still can't win, that would be downright embarrassing."

"That's not necessarily true. Look at Junior Brother Ye Feng's movements—they're much more structured than last time. It's obvious that his strength has improved greatly during this period."

Those who had watched the previous battle keenly noticed Ye Feng's changes.

And that was indeed the case.

When Ye Feng had fought Ning Haoran last time, he had not dared to clash head-on and had mainly relied on dodging.

But this time was different. He was actually exchanging blows with Ning Haoran evenly.

He even used his speed to suppress Ning Haoran.

His improvement was truly remarkable.

It had only been a little over ten days, yet Ye Feng had already progressed so much.

If he were given more time, wouldn't he soon surpass all these older disciples?

"Junior Brother Ye Feng, I'm getting serious now." Seeing that he could not quickly end the fight, Ning Haoran's expression became a little strained.

After all, he was a full six years older than Ye Feng. If he still could not defeat him, he would truly lose face.

"Alright." Ye Feng nodded.

"You can't fly later, okay?" Ning Haoran reminded him uneasily.

"Come on!" Ye Feng had already witnessed Ning Haoran's soul skill.

It was fast and explosively powerful.

But it had one fatal weakness: it was a straight-line attack.

As long as one reacted in advance, it was not difficult to counter.

Demon Wolf Charge!

Soul Power erupted fiercely from Ning Haoran's body. The next moment, he turned into an afterimage and charged at Ye Feng.

Accelerate!

Ye Feng's eyes flashed as he instantly activated his soul skill. He shifted two steps to the side, narrowly avoiding Ning Haoran's attack.

Then Ye Feng pushed off with one foot. Instead of retreating, he advanced. Before Ning Haoran could react, he instantly appeared behind him, clenched his bird claws into fists, and struck hard.

Bang!

Ning Haoran only felt a tremendous force hit him, sending his body flying. If he had not reacted quickly, he might have fallen flat on his face.

Ye Feng pressed his advantage, giving Ning Haoran no chance to recover. Before Ning Haoran had regained his footing, Ye Feng followed closely and continued his pursuit.

"Senior Brother Haoran, you lost." Ye Feng's sharp bird claws pointed at Ning Haoran's throat as he said with a light smile.