One Slash Kill

Lu Leng remained as cool and aloof as ever. Looking at Xiong Rige soaring high into the air, a glimmer of excitement finally appeared in his eyes.

"Not bad jumping power."

"Level thirty-six Soul Power really does have some imposing momentum."

"But that's fine. If he jumps high enough, I won't have to draw my blade close to the ground. Otherwise, I'll dirty my clothes, and they're a pain to wash."

Lu Leng muttered to himself.

The student nearest to him below the arena looked utterly baffled. "What's he saying? Why can't I understand a single word?"

The woman beside him hurriedly explained, "He said he likes girls who can help him wash his clothes."

Student: ???

As Xiong Rige drew closer and closer, Lu Leng still did not move. Some softhearted girls outside the arena could not help covering their eyes, unwilling to watch what happened next.

"Die!" Xiong Rige's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty madness, his face brimming with confidence.

Below the stage.

The medical instructors had readied a stretcher, prepared to rush in and administer aid at any moment.

The discipline instructors activated their martial souls in case Lu Leng was beaten to death.

The female students covered their eyes, but opened their mouths, ready to let out piercing screams.

For a moment, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone seemed able to hear their own heartbeat.

But one second later.

What they had imagined did not happen. In the silent atmosphere, they only heard an indifferent voice, as though it had sounded directly in their minds, crisp and clear.

"Drawing Sword Slash."

Bang! Before they even heard the Zhan Luo Blade leave its sheath, they saw Xiong Rige turn into a cannonball and fly back, before crashing heavily outside the arena.

Silence! Complete silence!

A deathly silence!

But after that brief stillness came explosive cries of shock, like an erupting volcano and a roaring flood! "Holy shit! Holy shit! What did I just see?"

"What happened? I didn't see anything clearly!"

"What the hell was that? Wasn't Xiong Rige the one attacking? Why did he get sent flying instead?"

"I didn't see Lu Leng make his move at all. I only saw a figure flash past, and then Xiong Rige flew out."

"This guy didn't even activate his soul rings, yet he defeated Xiong Rige?"

Everyone spoke at once, the noise chaotic and disorderly, but every voice was filled with astonishment at what had just happened.

The medical instructors reacted the fastest. They rushed to Xiong Rige's side immediately. He let out agonized screams. After administering emergency treatment and casting a healing technique, they placed Xiong Rige on a stretcher and carried him back to the infirmary.

Those standing close to Xiong Rige could clearly see that his arms hung limply over the edge of the stretcher, like boneless dead eels. At the same time, a sunken depression had appeared in his chest. Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, occasionally mixed with chunks of flesh.

"Did you see it clearly?" In the distance, three young men and women stood together. One of them, a purple-haired woman, spoke with a grave expression.

"He drew his blade. His martial soul is a blade." One of the three spoke with his eyes closed, his brow tightly furrowed. His ears were narrower and sharper than normal, seeming as if they could move.

"What about you?" The purple-haired woman then looked toward another man. He was tall and slender, but had a pair of hawk-like eyes.

"Your martial soul is the Wind Eagle. Your visual nerves are powerful, so you should have caught it, right?" the purple-haired woman continued.

"One purple, one black," the hawk-eyed man said. His gaze was sharp, his pupils golden, making his eyes strikingly similar to an eagle's.

"What do you mean, one purple and one black?" The purple-haired woman did not understand.

"Soul rings."

Soul rings?! The purple-haired woman immediately held her breath. Her eyes trembled as she looked at Lu Leng, and terror filled her gaze in an instant!

On the arena, Lu Leng was very satisfied with the effect he had created.

In truth, with his current strength, the hawk-eyed man could have clearly seen his movements. But who was Lu Leng? A genius. With his brilliant talent, he had thoroughly mastered his soul skills within two months.

When he had used Drawing Sword Slash just now, he had combined it with his Second Soul Skill, Swallow Return Flash. The first stage of Swallow Return Flash granted extreme speed, which in turn increased the power of Drawing Sword Slash. Then, using the second stage, Swallow Return, he flashed to an unexpected position immediately after drawing his blade.

That created the shocking impression of, 'I haven't even made a move, and you've already fallen.'

At the same time, it made him look incredibly cool!

Of course, if Lu Leng had added Thunderclap Wings while using Drawing Sword Slash, even the hawk-eyed man would not have been able to see clearly.

Below the stage, Hu Liena's beautiful eyes flickered, her small mouth slightly open. "This guy is way too strong." Although she had long made her own assessment of Lu Leng's strength, his clean and decisive battle still left her stunned.

Before she had reached level thirty, Xiong Rige had fought her several times. Each time, she had lost by a narrow margin, and he had become an obstacle in her path. But after breaking through level thirty, she was confident that Xiong Rige would not last two exchanges against her.

It had to be said that Lu Leng kept refreshing her understanding of what was possible.

I hope he can keep going all the way. With Lu Leng's strength, Hu Liena had already thought of what would happen next. All she could do was pray for him.

Meanwhile, in the Academic Affairs Office, three people stood by the window. From there, they could clearly see everything happening in the arena.

"Just who is this child? His talent is so high—he's only six years old, yet he's already level twenty-three, and his soul rings are even more terrifying: one purple and one black!!" Mimis breathed heavily, clearly shocked by Lu Leng as well.

"Oh? As his homeroom teacher, Teacher Mi, you actually don't know? He is His Holiness the Pope's disciple." The middle-aged man beside her, Zi Qingyang, spoke with a trace of mockery. He was the homeroom teacher of the advanced academy's Special Excellence Class. The so-called Special Excellence Class was the Holy Son Preparatory Class, specifically established to provide outstanding students to the Sacred Class.

Mimis was young, inexperienced, and weaker than him, yet she had become the homeroom teacher of the Sacred Class. This left the highly competitive Zi Qingyang deeply dissatisfied. On top of that, Mimis had always been the woman he pursued but could never have, gradually twisting his heart and making his words increasingly sarcastic.

"I recently broke through to Soul Sage and have been searching for soul rings these past few days. I really have neglected some things," Mimis admitted generously.

Zi Qingyang's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. "Congratulations on breaking through to Soul Sage, Teacher Mi. At such a critical time, it's understandable that you might neglect the students somewhat. Director Sols, I suggest that Teacher Mi has been working too hard these past few days and is under too much pressure. Why not let her take a few days off to rest? She can acquire her soul rings in peace, and I can help oversee the Sacred Class for a few days."

"There's no need. Thank you for your kind offer, Teacher Zi. Finding soul rings is indeed an important matter, but teaching a group of outstanding students for Spirit Academy is no small matter either," Mimis refused coldly.