Mimis Was Hurt

Meng Fei's face immediately darkened at those words. That arrogant bastard—did Lu Leng think he was only worthy of making him reveal a single soul ring?

"Third Soul Skill, Gale Break!"

Before his Second Soul Skill could even reach its target, Meng Fei activated his Third Soul Skill again. Violent winds instantly sprang up around him, transforming into sharp blades as his body spun, shooting toward Lu Leng.

"Second Soul Skill, Swallow Return Flash!"

Lu Leng's black soul ring lit up, and his body shot forward in an instant, leaving behind not even an afterimage as he charged straight at the blue Wind Eagle in the sky.

"You're courting death!"

Others could not see Lu Leng's movements, but Meng Fei saw them clearly. With Lu Leng's Soul Power, trying to break through his soul skill was nothing more than a fool's dream.

Even if he did break through it, he would definitely be injured.

"I thought he had some real ability. Turns out he's just a paper tiger, all bark and no bite!"

Lu Leng charged straight toward the blue Wind Eagle, making everyone think he intended to clash head-on with Meng Fei's soul skill. But only Lu Leng knew the truth.

Just as Lu Leng was about to collide with the Wind Eagle, his figure suddenly vanished, as though he had disappeared into thin air. Not even a trace of his presence could be detected.

"Where did he go?"

Meng Fei was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly scanned his surroundings, his eagle eyes constantly narrowing as he searched for Lu Leng's trail. Seeing Lu Leng vanish right before his eyes made him panic.

But with blade-like winds surrounding him, he was not too worried.

Then, his sharp senses warned him that extreme danger was closing in behind him.

His senses had never been wrong. He instinctively dodged to the side, but this time, he was too late.

Lu Leng's blade appeared behind him and slashed down fiercely. Blood splattered everywhere, while an immense force slammed into his left arm, instantly dislocating and breaking it. At the same time, a thread of lightning surged from the Zhan Luo Blade into his body, making him shudder as his body went out of control.

"Aah!"

Meng Fei let out a miserable scream. The excruciating pain, coupled with the numb agony coursing through his body, left him unable to control himself any longer. Like a kite with its string cut, he fell uncontrollably from the sky. Fortunately, a teacher below rushed forward in time and caught him, sparing him further injury.

Lu Leng stood in the arena, withdrawing his martial soul and soul rings as he looked down at Meng Fei.

"Your eyes look much better now."

Meng Fei's face was as pale as paper. He looked at Lu Leng with terror in his eyes. Pain continuously surged through his body, yet he clenched his teeth and did not say a word.

Lu Leng found it boring. Other than being able to fly, Meng Fei was not all that impressive.

To put it bluntly, he simply could not stand Meng Fei's gaze—that lofty look, as if he believed everything was under his control. Otherwise, Lu Leng would not have gone to such lengths to beat him down.

"I declare Lu Leng the winner."

The referee's face was filled with shock, as though he had seen a ghost. Even his voice trembled uncontrollably when he announced Lu Leng's victory.

After dealing with Meng Fei, Lu Leng pressed on with his ranking matches. But at this level, there were far fewer opponents to encounter, and not everyone had the time, so the wait between his matches grew much longer. Moreover, Lu Leng's dazzling record of fifty-eight consecutive victories caused some people to temporarily avoid confronting him.

As a result, Lu Leng did not get another match until nighttime.

After defeating that opponent, Lu Leng had achieved fifty-nine consecutive victories and risen to eighteenth place.

That ranking might not have seemed like much, nor did that record, considering Jin Zhengyang in first place was also on a winning streak. But achieving such a record at Lu Leng's age was undoubtedly unbelievable, and it had broken Spirit Academy's record since its founding.

There had never been anyone like him before, and perhaps there never would be again.

That night, after returning to the dormitory and finishing his bath, he was about to check whether Mimis had returned.

But just then, a commotion broke out outside the dormitory.

When he opened the door, he happened to see Hu Liena standing outside as well.

"What happened?" Lu Leng asked in confusion.

"Teacher Mimis was injured. The academy guards found her not far from the academy entrance. They said she was covered in wounds and unconscious." After briefly explaining, Hu Liena hurried toward the infirmary.

Lu Leng's heart jolted. Something bad had indeed happened. He quickly followed Hu Liena.

A moment later, the two arrived at the infirmary. It was already packed with people, completely blocking the entrance. Most were Mimis's students, along with several teachers.

Because Hu Liena was the Pope's disciple, people naturally made way as soon as she arrived, allowing Lu Leng to enter the infirmary without difficulty as well.

Lu Leng looked toward Mimis and saw that she was covered in blood. His pupils abruptly contracted, his breathing quickened, and a wave of fury rapidly built within him.

Mimis's face was pale, her brows tightly furrowed and her lips clenched. Though unconscious, she was clearly still enduring pain. Her right arm hung limply, likely broken, and there were wounds of varying sizes all over her body.

Under the treatment of the Support Soul Master, those wounds were rapidly healing. But the blood covering her body showed just how brutal an ordeal she had suffered.

"What happened?" Lu Leng asked.

"We still don't know the exact circumstances. Teacher Mimis was found by the academy guards, and she was already like this when they discovered her." Sols shook his head as he answered Lu Leng.

They did not know what happened? She had been injured so badly, yet they did not know what happened?

The fury in Lu Leng's heart had nowhere to go. He could only clench his fists until they crackled.

At that moment, the Support Soul Master responsible for treating her withdrew his Soul Power. He glanced at Sols and said, "After my treatment, she will most likely be fine. Other than her broken arm, she has no especially serious injuries. But there is extensive internal bleeding and displacement in her organs. She must have suffered a violent impact."

"Most of the wounds on her body are bruises as well, not injuries caused by sharp weapons. There is also the scent of a soul beast on her, along with some remaining fur. I suspect Teacher Mimis encountered a powerful soul beast, which left her in this state."

"What kind of soul beast could be so powerful that it could beat a Soul Saint into this state?" Sols said in surprise.

He knew Mimis's strength. As a level-seventy battle Soul Saint, she was among the best even at the same rank. Even if she encountered a soul beast she could not defeat, escaping should not have been a problem. Of course, if she had encountered a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, they would not be seeing Mimis now.

"I think everyone should stop speculating. Go back for now. Don't disturb Teacher Mimis. Let her rest and recuperate properly for a while," Zi Qingyang stepped forward and said.

"That's right. Teacher Zi is right. Everyone, disperse. Too many people here will not help Teacher Mimis recover. For the time being, Teacher Zi will take over the Sacred Class's lessons," Sols decided.