Unleashing Soul Rings, Shocking the Entire Arena

This was already no small scale within Spirit Academy.

After Lu Leng returned to his dormitory, he took a shower and went to sleep. Looking at the moonlight outside, he muttered to himself, "She should be back soon, right? Tomorrow will be the sixth day."

In the morning, Lu Leng woke up and went to check the teachers' office. Mimis still had not returned, and a trace of worry arose in his heart.

As usual, he arrived at the arena, registered, and waited for the notice.

The notice came quickly: Proceed to Arena No. 3 within ten minutes. Late arrival will be deemed a loss! When Lu Leng arrived at Arena No. 3, he found that his opponent had long been waiting for him.

"His name is Meng Fei. He ranks twenty-seventh on the strength rankings, and his martial soul is the Wind Eagle." Dudu followed beside Lu Leng, reading out all the information on his opponent.

Lu Leng nodded. This Dudu was still somewhat useful. At least he was not employing her for nothing; she could gather some information as well.

After Lu Leng stepped onto the stage, he sized Meng Fei up. The man had a pair of hawk-like eyes and a slender build, looking around seventeen or eighteen.

He studied the hawk-eyed man, and the hawk-eyed man studied him in return.

"Fifty-seven consecutive victories, every single one ended in a single move. And among them were over a dozen Soul Elders. That kind of strength truly sends a chill down one's spine." The hawk-eyed man had long investigated all of Lu Leng's information.

Now that he had encountered him, he could not help feeling eager to try.

Under his gaze, Lu Leng frowned. He felt deeply uncomfortable; those eyes of his were simply too irritating.

Being stared at by him made Lu Leng feel like prey being watched by a predator.

At the same time, in the stands, a purple-haired woman and a man beside her were also frowning deeply.

"Why did he have to run into this guy?" the purple-haired woman said.

"Judging by Meng Fei's expression, he seems quite confident," the man beside her said.

"Level twenty-four against level forty—no matter how powerful his soul rings are, he cannot win, can he?"

"Who knows?"

In the arena, the referee stepped forward and motioned for the two to greet each other.

"Your eyes are really irritating," Lu Leng finally could not help saying.

"Only prey finds predators irritating," Meng Fei answered without the slightest courtesy.

"I hope you can still look at me like that when you're lying on the ground." With that, Lu Leng turned and pulled away.

Seeing that both were ready, the referee gave the order, and the match officially began.

"Meng Fei, level-forty Battle Soul Ancestor, martial soul: Wind Eagle."

"Lu Leng, level-twenty-four Soul Grandmaster, martial soul: Zhan Luo."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Leng attacked without waiting for the other party to react. "Drawing Sword Slash!"

Lu Leng flashed and vanished from where he stood. At the same time, Zhan Luo appeared in his hand. Gathering the force of Qian Jun, he slashed toward Meng Fei's body.

The azure Wind Eagle behind Meng Fei instantly possessed him. Spreading his arms, he moved so fast that afterimages appeared, dodging Lu Leng's slash.

His slash had missed, and Lu Leng was surprised. This was the first time anyone had ever dodged his Drawing Sword Slash.

"This is rather interesting." Lu Leng smiled faintly as he watched Meng Fei's figure flying through the air.

So Meng Fei had used a Flying Soul Skill to evade that move.

Although Meng Fei had dodged the slash, he was secretly alarmed. Lu Leng's speed was simply too fast. The reason he had been able to evade that strike just now was partly because of his Flying Soul Skill.

But the main reason was his martial soul. His martial soul was the Wind Eagle, which was extremely sensitive to danger. Thus, at the instant Lu Leng drew his sword, he sensed the danger in advance. He instinctively dodged to the side and activated his soul skill, barely avoiding Lu Leng's strike.

Even so, though he had dodged that slash, he was not fully confident he could evade the next one.

However, now that he had taken to the skies, he no longer feared Lu Leng's attacks. No matter how powerful Lu Leng's blade was, it could not fly.

And for him, as long as he was in the air, he controlled the rhythm of victory.

Meng Fei looked at Lu Leng, his golden pupils constantly expanding and contracting. He had clearly already begun treating Lu Leng as prey.

"Those irritating eyes."

Lu Leng spat.

Flying Soul Skills consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power, so Meng Fei could not afford to drag things out. He swiftly launched his attack.

The Wind Eagle behind him let out a piercing cry, and a blue phantom rose into the air. The blue phantom took the form of a Wind Eagle and flew skyward. When it reached a certain height, it suddenly swooped down, carrying the mighty force of the earth as it charged at Lu Leng.

"Second Soul Skill, Eagle Strikes the Sky!"

Lu Leng looked at the blue Wind Eagle in the sky. Faced with an attack backed by level-forty Soul Power, no matter how strong he was, he did not dare meet it head-on.

Level forty seemed only a few levels above Xiong Rige, but in truth, the difference was like heaven and earth.

He could confront Xiong Rige head-on, but he could not do the same with Meng Fei! At that thought, a playful gleam appeared in Lu Leng's eyes.

Since he was going to shine brilliantly, why not let that brilliance arrive a little sooner?

With a shout in his heart, Lu Leng's Zhan Luo seemed to sense his bold spirit as well. No longer calm and concealing its edge, it erupted with violet lightning and flowing electric light, its might making even the surrounding air congeal.

At the same time, a dazzling purple soul ring quietly appeared beneath Lu Leng's feet.

"What is that?"

"A Thousand-Year Soul Ring!"

"His first soul ring is actually a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!"

Soft gasps began to rise from the crowd.

But before they could fully express their shock, their mouths were sealed once again.

Before the purple soul ring could fully unfold, an even deeper black appeared immediately after it. The instant it emerged, it concealed the purple's brilliance. Dark as ink, it seemed capable of swallowing all light, plunging the entire arena into dimness! "This!"

"Th-this is!!" Someone trembled so hard that they could not speak.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!!!"

"Heavens!! It really is a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!!"

"Terrifying! I don't even have a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, yet he already has a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring."

"This is too frightening. Just how monstrous is his talent? His second soul ring is already ten thousand years old. Does that even make sense?" In the stands, the purple-haired woman wore a shocked expression.

Although she already knew about Lu Leng's soul rings, she had never seen them before. Now that she was witnessing them with her own eyes, she realized that she still could not remain calm.

"His martial soul is no ordinary one," the man beside her reminded her at that moment.

Hearing this, the purple-haired woman looked toward Lu Leng's hand. Only then did she realize that the Zhan Luo in Lu Leng's hand had somehow changed in appearance. Its aura surged wildly, unrestrained and fierce.

Though its outward form had not changed, its aura was completely different, as though it were an entirely different martial soul from before.

"I can feel a soul-seizing aura from it." The purple-haired woman's face went pale.

Lu Leng's martial soul alone made her breathing grow tight when she looked directly at it.

Ignoring the spectators' cries of shock, Lu Leng looked at Meng Fei. "Forcing me to reveal my soul rings means you have some ability."

This was the first time Lu Leng had completely revealed his soul rings before everyone.

And Meng Fei deserved all the credit for it.