Complete Victory

But now they had no choice but to loose the arrow. They had already issued the challenge, and for the honor of their families, they could only grit their teeth and step forward.

"Are you really a work-study student?" Ning Tong could not help asking.

Tang Chenfeng said calmly, "Yeah. Just an ordinary work-study student. Make your move."

Ning Tong could not help grumbling inwardly. Would an ordinary work-study student have a Thousand-Year Soul Ring? You must be some rich young master out here to experience life.

Ning Tong had already become wary. In a moment, he would be the main attacking Soul Master. It would be better to minimize friction between both sides as much as possible and put friendship first, competition second.

After thinking that through, the duel officially began. With a flap of his wings, Ning Tong charged toward Tang Chenfeng. Unlike Lin Feng's agility, Ning Tong's pounce was filled with explosive power. Tang Chenfeng felt that Ning Tong was somewhat similar to Ze Ping, but after obtaining a Soul Ring, Ning Tong's strength was far beyond anything Ze Ping could compare to. Moreover, his Martial Soul was the flying Winged Tiger, whose quality completely surpassed Ze Ping's Steel Claw Tiger.

Facing Ning Tong's attack, Tang Chenfeng became slightly more cautious. However, the one he was most wary of was Mo Xiaoyu. He had heard Grandpa Ye say that instrument-type Martial Souls were usually the most troublesome, and he still did not know what her Soul Skill was. If it was a control-type skill, there was no telling whether she would use it while Ning Tong attacked him. Still, he had no intention of dodging Ning Tong's attack. He assumed a stance and clenched his right fist. Against his opponent's attack, he used no technique at all—only a straightforward clash of force against force.

It was only after closing in that Ning Tong realized the changes in Tang Chenfeng's body after activating his Martial Soul were even more exaggerated than his own. If he had turned into a humanoid tiger, then Tang Chenfeng was like a little giant. Tang Chenfeng seemed taller and more powerfully built than him.

"Damn it, have I already lost to him in sheer presence...?"

The pounce was incredibly fast. Before Ning Tong could finish thinking, his tiger claw had already collided with Tang Chenfeng's fist.

With a muffled bang, two streams of green and white energy collided through their arms. The Soul Power bursting from the collision generated a powerful gust that made the spectators unsteady on their feet.

Tang Chenfeng stood completely still, while Ning Tong was sent flying backward by the impact. He only stabilized himself after flipping through the air.

Once steady, Ning Tong looked at his constantly trembling arm. Now he finally understood why Lin Feng had passed out after taking just one punch. Normally, once he entered Martial Soul Possession, his claws alone could shatter rocks. Yet in that clash just now, he felt as if his claws were the rocks being crushed. Tang Chenfeng's fist felt as though it had been forged from bronze and iron, leaving his arm aching from the impact. Furthermore, the opponent's attack had been overwhelmingly powerful, and his own strength had been almost completely suppressed.

"Damn it, we're completely outmatched in strength. Xiaoyu, use kiting tactics." As Ning Tong spoke, his Soul Ring lit up as he prepared to release his Soul Skill.

In an instant, Tang Chenfeng felt countless wind-element energies gathering around Ning Tong, then condensing and compressing in his hands, producing a sharp sensation.

"Let me show you—First Soul Skill, Wind Blade!" Ning Tong roared as his claws slashed through the air, sending six Wind Blades toward Tang Chenfeng.

At the same time, Tang Chenfeng moved, charging toward Ning Tong. Ning Tong continued creating Wind Blades and sending them at him, but what puzzled everyone was that no matter how dense Ning Tong's Wind Blade barrage became, Tang Chenfeng could evade it all. One Wind Blade after another whistled through the air, yet Tang Chenfeng always avoided the greatest number of attacks with the smallest movements. Ning Tong also tried to widen the distance between them, but Tang Chenfeng was too fast. He was about to catch up.

Just then, a melodious flute tune drifted over. The instant he heard it, Tang Chenfeng could clearly feel his speed slowing down.

Turning his head, he saw that Mo Xiaoyu had raised the Phoenix Ceremony Flute in her hands. A quiet melody and lingering flute notes spread outward with emerald-green light. It was clearly only sound, yet it gave off a viscous feeling. In that instant, Tang Chenfeng felt both his speed and senses become sluggish.

"Could Mo Xiaoyu's Soul Skill be... Slowdown?" Tang Chenfeng thought. The most troublesome thing about sound-based Martial Souls was that they were difficult to defend against. Once you heard the sound, you had already fallen into the trap.

At the same time, two Wind Blades swept toward Tang Chenfeng from behind. Though his speed had slowed, he could still react. He hurriedly turned around and raised his hands to block the attack.

The Wind Blades struck Tang Chenfeng and the ground around him directly, kicking up clouds of dust. Gasps rang out from the crowd. If that kind of attack hit head-on, it would likely cause severe injuries.

Ning Tong's expression turned somewhat ugly. He had originally intended to stop while things were still under control, but now it seemed he had caused trouble. As the smoke gradually dispersed, a figure slowly emerged, and everyone present widened their eyes. Tang Chenfeng walked out of the dust, patting his slightly damaged school uniform. Looking closely, faint traces of blood could be seen through the tears in his uniform, but they were only minor abrasions.

"I really did underestimate you a little. But next, I'll have to get a bit more serious." As Tang Chenfeng spoke, he crouched into a sprinter's starting stance. At the same time, his already exaggerated body expanded even further. During the process, it seemed as though they could hear his clothes being stretched apart and torn by his muscles.

"Did he use a Soul Skill?" Ning Tong wondered. In truth, this was not a Soul Skill, but an application of his Martial Soul. The advantage of a Body Martial Soul was that the Martial Soul itself was part of the Soul Master, allowing the Soul Master to control it more effectively. Ye Jiulong had taught Tang Chenfeng a technique to normally release only part of his strength, then use all of his remaining strength when necessary.

At that moment, Mo Xiaoyu's Phoenix Ceremony Flute sounded once more to guard against Tang Chenfeng's attack. But would it really work?

With a thunderous boom, Tang Chenfeng shot forward like a cannonball, his target pointed directly at Ning Tong. The previously effective Slowdown Soul Skill now seemed to have completely lost its effect. Mo Xiaoyu was shocked. Her Slowdown Soul Skill could reduce an opponent's speed by forty percent, yet it had no effect now. That meant her opponent's Soul Skill enhancement had surpassed the weakening effect of her own Soul Skill.

In what was practically an instant, Tang Chenfeng leaped directly in front of Ning Tong. Now, all Ning Tong could see was an ever-growing fist coming up from below.

With a bang, Tang Chenfeng landed an uppercut directly on Ning Tong's chin, sending him several meters higher into the air. Then, using the momentum of his upward rush, he clasped both hands together and delivered another heavy blow to Ning Tong's chest.

Another loud boom rang out as Ning Tong slammed heavily into the ground, leaving behind a human-shaped crater. He spat out blood and passed out on the spot.

"Stop, stop! We surrender! Stop! Hurry and save him!" Mo Xiaoyu cried out in panic.

Mo Xiaoyu's family and Ning Tong's family had maintained a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship since long ago. Their family members had extensive and close ties, while Mo Xiaoyu and Ning Tong had been childhood sweethearts who grew up playing together. Their relationship was extremely close. Ning Tong's condition did not look good at all. No matter how she looked at it, he appeared severely injured. How could she not panic?

Upon hearing her, Tang Chenfeng immediately dismissed his Martial Soul and stepped forward to examine Ning Tong's condition. Ye Hongling, who had been watching from the side, also went over with him.

Mo Xiaoyu was already kneeling beside Ning Tong, her face covered in tears. Seeing the two approach, she roared, "If anything happens to him, our families will never let you off!"

Tang Chenfeng came to Ning Tong's side and said, "Don't worry. He'll be fine. I'll treat him. Ling'er, work with me." As he spoke, Tang Chenfeng began examining Ning Tong's injuries.

After examining him, Tang Chenfeng discovered that roughly two of Ning Tong's bones had been broken, and that was despite Tang Chenfeng having held back somewhat. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Tang Chenfeng felt around for a while before setting and aligning the broken bones. Grandma Ling had taught him this emergency treatment.

"That's done. Ling'er, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Mm." Ye Hongling responded, then pressed her palms together and interlocked her fingers. Rich Life Energy surged from her body, while her hair gradually changed from black to emerald green, brimming with vitality. Immediately afterward, a purple Soul Ring and the phantom image of a massive Blue Gold tree emerged behind her.

"Purple? Another Thousand-Year Soul Ring!" Perhaps because she had been studying Mecha Design, Ye Hongling's Spiritual Power had finally made a breakthrough recently. She had entered the Spirit Sea Realm and could already disguise her Soul Ring. As Life Energy surged, everyone on the field felt an incomparably comfortable sensation. The injured people in particular were astonished to find that their wounds had completely recovered within those few dozen seconds. After Ling Wei, also a Healing System Soul Master, carefully observed Ye Hongling's Life Domain, her conclusion was that as long as one stood within this domain, it would probably be hard to die even if one wanted to.

This time, the work-study students were actually the most shocked. Previously, in their eyes, Tang Chenfeng was not only a powerful Soul Master but also a good leader, while Ye Hongling seemed more like a decorative vase—pleasant to look at but useless. Because of Tang Chenfeng, no one had said anything when they accepted her as the young miss among the work-study students. But now it seemed this young miss was not merely pretty after all.

Under the effects of Ye Hongling's Life Domain, there was no longer a single injured person on the field. Ning Tong also woke up, looking completely fine.

Ning Tong looked at Tang Chenfeng, then at Ye Hongling, before saying to Mo Xiaoyu, "We didn't lose unfairly, did we?"

"Idiot, worry about yourself." The tears had vanished from Mo Xiaoyu's face, replaced by a faint smile.

Tang Chenfeng stood to the side and said, "There shouldn't be any problem now. Don't forget our wager. We still have things to do, so we'll be leaving first."

Some time had already passed since Teacher Zhao had called for them. Tang Chenfeng and his sister did not dare be late for too long, so they dashed away in a flash.

Ning Tong hurriedly got up and called after Tang Chenfeng, "Wait! We still have something to ask!" But by then, the siblings had already run far away and could not hear him at all.

Ze Ping stood beside Ning Tong and said, "Our boss is very busy. He's not easy to find. Oh, right—he completely crushed the two of you in a one-against-two fight. You'd better honor the bet. Come on, call him Boss."

With an extremely unwilling expression, Ning Tong hesitated for a long while before saying, "Fine, I'm just unlucky. If I'd known, I wouldn't have raised the stakes... Boss!"

Pfft—someone suddenly burst out laughing, and soon the laughter on the field became impossible to stop. Only Ning Tong's face looked as though it had been completely cooked red.