1 vs 40

At Mu Jin's words, the two referees immediately turned their attention to Chen Feng in the Soul Battle Arena.

One referee frowned. "One person against more than forty students? Although most of the freshmen on the field are only at the Soul Master level, there are nearly ten Soul Grandmasters among them. Even Shrek Academy's sixth-year Soul Ancestor students might not be able to defeat them. This is simply nonsense..."

The other referee carefully examined Chen Feng and said in surprise, "That young man with the blade has smooth, dense Soul Power. The quality of his Soul Power is simply not something a Soul Elder should possess, and his presence is very strong. Mu Jin, is this your class's Class Monitor?"

Mu Jin smiled. "That's right. He's our class's Class Monitor. I'm also looking forward to his performance."

The two referees said nothing further and stepped onto the Soul Battle Arena, preparing to preside over the match.

Mu Jin looked at her students and said, "Let me remind you once again: this is a spar between classmates. You may give it your all, but you absolutely must not cripple or seriously injure your opponents. Understood? Once I find that one side has gained an overwhelming advantage, I will immediately end the match."

Chen Feng and the male students of Class Nine nodded at the same time to indicate that they understood. Several carefree male students said to Mu Jin, "Teacher Mu Jin, don't worry. We'll defeat Chen Feng soon enough."

"There are more than forty of us. One Soul Skill from each of us will be enough to drown Chen Feng."

Chen Feng stroked the blade of the Soul Breaking Blade and looked at the confident male students of Class Nine, a faint smile on his lips. "Referee, I know how to hold back. I'm afraid they'll accidentally injure themselves."

The male students of Class Nine: (▼皿▼#)

The male students of Class Nine clenched their fists, their blood boiling as they glared furiously at Chen Feng.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the referee wasted no more words and loudly announced, "The match begins!!"

The Female Students watching the match stared unblinkingly at Chen Feng, who stood in the Soul Battle Arena dressed in white, his blade held across his body.

His handsome appearance, his imposing aura as one man facing forty—these things truly made the young girls, just beginning to understand love, swoon.

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, Chen Feng's aura suddenly surged violently.

An invisible pressure began to spread through the Soul Battle Arena. Chen Feng gripped the Soul Breaking Blade.

An incomparably sharp and domineering aura erupted from Chen Feng almost instantly.

His domineering, razor-sharp Blade Intent swiftly enveloped the more than forty male students.

The more than forty male students of Freshman Class Nine felt as though a domineering Black Blade was about to crush them to pieces.

Dangerous! Terrifying! Overwhelmingly oppressive!

That was how Chen Feng felt to them at that moment.

In their eyes, Chen Feng was simply an invincible existence.

The more than forty male students could not help but panic, their eyes widening as they stared at the sharp and domineering Chen Feng.

Even the two referees and Mu Jin were deeply shaken after being enveloped by the Blade Intent Chen Feng had unleashed.

Mu Jin cried out in shock, "What is this? Could it be a Self-Created Soul Skill?!"

The pupils of the two referees shrank as well. They stared at Chen Feng in disbelief. A Self-Created Soul Skill! This... even Soul Emperor powerhouses like them were incapable of such a thing.

The two referees exchanged a glance, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.

At the same time, they somewhat understood why Chen Feng had dared to attempt such a feat—one against forty.

This was not arrogance or foolishness at all. He truly had absolute confidence.

In the spectator seats only a few dozen meters from the Soul Battle Arena, Wu Yue immediately shouted, "This is it! This is what I saw when Chen Feng was cultivating in the dormitory!"

Wu Yue's friends also stared dumbfoundedly at Chen Feng in the Soul Battle Arena, their mouths hanging open.

They had thought Chen Feng was already terrifying enough. They had never expected him to possess an even more terrifying trump card that he had yet to use.

When the Female Students of Freshman Class Nine saw Chen Feng use his aura alone to suppress more than forty male students from Class Nine, they all cried out in astonishment.

"Ah, Class Monitor, you're so strong! What Soul Skill is that? It's incredible!"

"Class Monitor, you're so handsome!!"

Ning Tian's azure eyes were fixed tightly on Chen Feng. That powerful figure immediately drew her gaze.

Beside Ning Tian, Nanmen Yun'er's eyes shone with fascination. Already attracted by Chen Feng's handsome appearance, Nanmen Yun'er was now completely captivated by him.

Wu Feng looked at the powerful Chen Feng, disbelief filling her eyes as she cried inwardly, Could it be... could Chen Feng really defeat more than forty male students working together???

In the Soul Battle Arena.

The male students of Class Nine all swallowed. One male student with the cultivation of a Soul Grandmaster roared, "Brothers, don't let Chen Feng scare you! No matter how strong his aura is, it doesn't change the fact that he's only a Soul Elder! Don't be afraid, brothers! One Soul Skill from each of us will be enough to drown him!"

At his words, the male students of Freshman Class Nine were immediately invigorated.

They encouraged themselves one after another. "That's right, no matter how strong his aura is, he's still just a Soul Elder!!"

"Support System Soul Masters, support us!!"

"Soul Masters with long-range attacks, unleash your ranged attacks together!!"

As soon as the words fell, the ten Support System Soul Masters at the back immediately used their support abilities to strengthen the Soul Masters in front of them.

Among the more than forty male students, nearly thirty had yellow Soul Rings rise from their bodies.

In the span of a breath, streaks of dazzling, multicolored light—gorgeous long-range Soul Skills—shot explosively toward Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's Blade Intent was formed from the fusion of Spiritual Power, Soul Power, and intent. It exerted a suppressive effect on an opponent's Spiritual Power.

But Chen Feng could not make more than forty Soul Masters lose their ability to resist through the pressure of Blade Intent alone.

Chen Feng rapidly closed in on the more than forty male students.

With the terrifying physical constitution capable of withstanding a Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring, and Soul Power at the Soul Elder level boosting him, his speed was in no way inferior to that of a Soul Ancestor.

Yet at that moment, the long-range attacks of the many male students also came pouring down on Chen Feng.

Although Chen Feng could take down any one of these male students with a single punch, many hands made light work. One person's strength was insignificant, but with so many Soul Masters combined—and bolstered by Support System Soul Masters—they could not be underestimated.

The Soul Power unleashed jointly by nearly thirty Soul Masters was something even a Soul Ancestor could not withstand head-on.

At that moment, the two referees and Mu Jin had both tensed their legs, ready to intervene at any time and rescue Chen Feng.

Watching the dazzling Soul Skills rushing toward him, Chen Feng not only did not dodge, but continued charging forward at high speed.

In the span of a breath, just as Chen Feng was about to be engulfed by the numerous long-range Soul Skills—

Just as the two referees and Mu Jin were about to act, intending to block this attack that no Soul Elder could possibly withstand for Chen Feng—

Chen Feng vanished in an instant...

The male students facing Chen Feng had been excitedly watching as he was about to be struck down by their Soul Skills.

Chen Feng suddenly disappeared.

Then they discovered that Chen Feng had somehow appeared right in the middle of their formation!!!

The male students in the Soul Battle Arena:

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