Spirit Academy's Number One

Lu Leng already had one fewer Soul Skill than Jin Zhengyang. Now, he was down another one.

On the arena, Lu Leng's expression remained calm, revealing nothing of what he was thinking. Holding his blade, he swung it fiercely at Jin Zhengyang.

The blade sank into the golden light, and Lu Leng immediately felt a bog-like resistance weakening his strength.

Energy could be absorbed, but purely physical attacks could not. Though they were blocked by a force, as long as one's strength was sufficient, they could still inflict damage on him.

Lu Leng instantly understood the purpose of this Golden Light Shield.

Competing in strength?

Strength is the one thing I don't lack.

Electric arcs flickered along Zhan Luo. A wild grin twisted Lu Leng's lips, and he charged at Jin Zhengyang.

Close combat was his favorite kind of battle! Whether against men or women! Ding! Blade and fist collided. With the enhancement of his Berserk Bloodline and his powerful Soul Power, Jin Zhengyang steadily blocked Lu Leng's attack. Yet Zhan Luo's unique properties still left a wound on his body.

However, the damage from that wound was negligible. Under the effect of the golden light, it quickly healed.

"Let's see whether you heal faster or my blade strikes faster!" Lu Leng became ruthless. Zhan Luo swung again and again in his hand, and with his speed, he carved wound after wound across Jin Zhengyang's body.

Jin Zhengyang activated his Berserk Bloodline, tripling all of his bodily functions, yet he still could not match Lu Leng's speed.

After all, Lu Leng's current speed was enough to rival a Soul Douluo's, and that was without activating Thunderclap Wings.

Thus, when faced with Lu Leng's attacks, he could only endure them with his tough body and powerful healing ability.

This turned the fight into a battle of attrition.

"If this continues, Lu Leng's Soul Power won't hold up. He'll lose," Hu Liena said.

Her analysis was correct. With the battle developing this way, it had entirely become a contest of Soul Power. If nothing unexpected happened, then the victor would undoubtedly be Jin Zhengyang.

"Don't be impatient. Until the final result is decided, anything can happen," Mimis said, though she was worried as well.

After all, when it came to Soul Power, Lu Leng was a full fifteen levels below Jin Zhengyang!! "He has exhausted all his tricks. The outcome of this match is beyond doubt." Zi Qingyang wore a victorious smile.

Hu Liena snorted coldly and ignored him.

As time passed in the arena, more than half of Lu Leng's Soul Power had been depleted, yet his attack speed did not diminish in the slightest.

"Kid, you can't hold on much longer, can you?" Jin Zhengyang laughed smugly.

Hold on?

Lu Leng smiled disdainfully.

I never intended to hold on.

After all, I fight with a one-hit-kill style!

Now!!!

Seeing that the Golden Light Shield had grown thinner and thinner, as frail as a cicada's wing, Lu Leng realized that his chance had come.

A brilliant light burst from his pupils. A dense, heavy aura slashed forth from his blade, whining as it tore through the air. It looked ponderous, but was actually incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning.

It was Drawing Sword Slash! After breaking through level thirty, the power of Drawing Sword Slash had increased. Combined with the all-around effects of the Immortal Herb, Lu Leng estimated that it now possessed at least two thousand jun of force.

Jin Zhengyang's expression froze. He clearly sensed the power of that strike as well. He had not expected Lu Leng to erupt with such strength at this moment. His eyes widened furiously as Soul Power surged from his body. "Fifth Soul Skill, Golden Crocodile Mountain-Shaking Fist!"

This punch had much in common with Lu Leng's Drawing Sword Slash. Both relied on incomparably tyrannical power to crush their enemies. This Soul Skill granted Jin Zhengyang ten thousand jin of force, and under the enhancement of his Berserk Bloodline, that power was tripled to a full thirty thousand jin.

He had absolute confidence in this punch. He intended to meet Lu Leng head-on with it and use it to decide the final victory!

Lu Leng's eyes were cold. Whenever he raised his blade, he seemed to become a different person, leaving behind only coldness and ruthlessness.

The Zhan Luo Blade entered the Golden Light Shield and still met resistance. However, because it had consumed so much power healing Jin Zhengyang's wounds, the Golden Light Shield's resistance was now like a mantis trying to stop a cart or an ant shaking an elephant before Lu Leng's two thousand jun of force.

Pop~ The Golden Light Shield shattered.

But immediately afterward, it met a massive fist covered in golden scales.

"Break!"

The two collided, but there was no evenly matched clash. It was a complete, one-sided crushing by Lu Leng. His momentum was vast and unstoppable, like floodwaters bursting through a collapsed dam, effortlessly overwhelming everything in its path.

"Ah!"

Jin Zhengyang let out a miserable scream. His fist was effortlessly cut open by Lu Leng and split directly into two halves.

But it was not over. A cold voice rang out again.

Wind Scroll Remnant Thunder!

A huge tornado, a full twenty meters tall, rose out of thin air beneath Jin Zhengyang's feet. Lightning serpents coiled around it as it swept him into the sky.

It was Lu Leng's Third Soul Skill.

This Soul Skill was activated based on Lu Leng's Soul Power. As long as he had enough Soul Power, it could continue indefinitely. However, the greater the tornado's power and height, the more Soul Power it consumed.

Therefore, this Third Soul Skill consumed the most Soul Power. With Lu Leng's current reserves, he could maintain Wind Scroll Remnant Thunder at full power for only ten seconds! If he could not defeat his enemy within ten seconds using only his Third Soul Skill, he would become nothing more than a useless dog.

Still, ten seconds were already enough.

In less than a second, Jin Zhengyang's body was uncontrollably dragged into the spinning tornado. The violent wind sliced through his body like sharp blades, and before long, his body was once again covered in wounds. His clothes ripped apart, and blood and flesh sprayed through the air.

The wind died, and the lightning ceased! Jin Zhengyang's body fell from the air and crashed heavily onto the ground. He was mangled all over, his body twitching, his thoughts chaotic. He had already lost consciousness.

Lu Leng raised his blade and stood quietly on the fighting platform, looking down at Jin Zhengyang from above.

The students below stood stunned, all conquered by Lu Leng's overwhelming strength. A second later, thunderous cheers erupted.

Lu Leng basked in the cheers from below. He turned and looked down at the students. At that moment, he suddenly felt utterly invigorated, his mind clear and his spirit unclouded. An indescribably domineering feeling rose within him, as though he were a mortal emperor reigning over the world.

The referee stood dumbfounded for a moment before realizing something. He immediately went over to examine Jin Zhengyang's injuries and called over a Support Soul Master before finally approaching Lu Leng.

"I declare Lu Leng the winner!"

The moment he made the announcement, the students erupted into even louder cheers.

"Lu Leng!"

"Lu Leng!"

"Lu Leng!"

They shouted Lu Leng's name as though they themselves were Lu Leng!

Lu Leng looked at them proudly. At this moment, he was invincible.

Bang!

On the platform, Zi Qingyang slammed his palm down and shattered the table before him. His face was ashen, his chest rising and falling continuously. Clearly, he was suppressing immense fury.