Crushing Victory

"That's a Teleportation Soul Skill!!!"

The forty-odd male students' expressions changed instantly. Chen Feng took a swift step forward and charged toward the Support System Soul Masters at the rear.

The Control System Soul Masters among the male students tried to use control-type Soul Skills to stop Chen Feng, only to discover in shock that their skills passed straight through him.

This was the Third Soul Skill of Chen Feng's Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring: Void Blade!

Chen Feng had used his Third Soul Skill to create an illusion and mislead these New Students.

The illusion was incredibly lifelike. Forget these one- and two-ring New Students—even five-ring Soul King experts would have difficulty noticing anything wrong without careful observation.

The power of a Ten-Thousand Year Soul Skill was no empty boast. The real Chen Feng had already rapidly closed in on the Support System Soul Masters.

Seeing Chen Feng gripping the Black Blade and charging at them like a ferocious beast, the ten male Support System Soul Masters turned pale and felt their legs go weak.

At that moment, the male students in the New Students' ranks who possessed long-range skills did not dare attack recklessly either.

Chen Feng had already charged into their midst. If they released Soul Skills carelessly, they might injure their teammates before they could hit Chen Feng.

At this moment, Chen Feng's words from before the match echoed in their minds.

"Referee, I know how to hold back. What I'm afraid of is them hurting themselves by mistake."

All the students were instantly horrified, feeling as though they were facing a monster.

Could he have already predicted what would happen?

In just two breaths, Chen Feng reached the rear of Freshman Class Nine's male student formation and lightly punched those Support System Soul Masters several times.

Chen Feng considered these Support System Soul Masters far too weak. Forget cutting them with the Soul Breaking Blade—even a full-force punch from him could seriously injure them.

With a body capable of bearing a Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Power from an Ultimate Martial Soul that vastly surpassed Soul Elders of the same rank, Chen Feng treated these Support System Soul Masters with the strength of a tiger and the gentleness to sniff roses.

Thus, Chen Feng could only circulate his Blade Intent and gather it around his fists and feet.

One punch took down one male student. None of the male students struck by Chen Feng felt much pain in their bodies.

Yet a domineering intent passed through their bodies and struck directly at their minds.

Immediately, these Support System students felt as though their bodies were no longer under the control of their minds.

Even their manifested Martial Souls withdrew on their own. They collapsed weakly onto the Soul Battle Arena floor, staring at Chen Feng in terror.

Clearly, they had all been crushed by Chen Feng's domineering Blade Intent and could no longer fight him.

After dealing with all the Support System Soul Masters, Chen Feng looked at the remaining male students, whose faces were filled with panic.

Chen Feng curled a finger at them, a smile tugging at his lips. "Come on, continue!!"

"Ah!! Chen Feng, take my punch."

"Don't be afraid! There are so many of us—we can wear him down to death!!"

Chen Feng took a swift step and rushed into Freshman Class Nine's formation of male students like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He was no longer so gentle with these sturdy Battle Soul Masters.

Every punch and kick carried overwhelming force along with terrifying Blade Intent. Not a single person who was knocked down could get back up.

The students tried to gather together and launch a joint attack, but Chen Feng either evaded them with Teleportation or they struck a false image instead.

Looking at that terrifying figure, ghostlike and impossible to distinguish between real and false, the male students despaired...

Every time Chen Feng attacked, another male student fell. Before long, figures lay sprawled across the vast Soul Battle Arena.

At this point, only one of the forty-odd male students remained standing.

The last male student stood frozen in place, his mind blank as he stared dumbly at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng slowly walked up to the male student and threw a punch. Before Chen Feng's fist could even strike him, the male student fainted.

The world fell silent...

The two referees... Stone... the girls in the stands...

Looking at the male students lying all over the Soul Battle Arena, they suddenly found themselves unable to speak.

The shock had reached its peak. A crushing one-against-forty victory. At this moment, everyone stared at the handsome and imposing young man in the white school uniform on the Soul Battle Arena.

Ning Tian looked at Chen Feng on the Soul Battle Arena, her eyes burning with passion. Isn't this kind of man the peerless powerhouse I've been looking for?!!

Beside Ning Tian, Wu Feng's red eyes were filled with disbelief. "How is this possible!! How can a Soul Elder be this strong?"

Wu Yue and the others: Blah blah blah...

Chen Feng felt that he had consumed a great deal of Soul Power and took a deep breath. Both Teleportation and Void Blade consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power. On top of that, Chen Feng had to hold back and could not attack with the Soul Breaking Blade, so naturally the expenditure was even greater.

However, as the Yin-Yang Art circulated rapidly, Chen Feng's Soul Power quickly recovered.

Chen Feng looked at the stunned referee and said, "Referee, I won!"

As soon as Chen Feng spoke those words, the world instantly regained its clamor.

The referee said, "Chen... Chen Feng wins!!"

Then everyone recovered from their shock.

Cheers, shouts, and the screams of admiration and worship from the female students.

Meanwhile, the male students lying on the Soul Battle Arena floor all looked up at Chen Feng with reverence.

Chen Feng's overwhelming strength had thoroughly convinced them. They simply could not imagine how someone their own age could be so powerful.

Watching Chen Feng effortlessly suppress more than forty male students by himself—and still having enough strength left to hold back—Stone could not help but secretly rejoice.

At the New Students assessment three months from now, who else could possibly take the championship besides Chen Feng? Chen Feng would definitely win it. Her promotion to senior Teacher was secure!!!

Stone looked at Chen Feng with concern. "Chen Feng, go back to the stands and rest properly."

Then Stone went to find the Teacher in charge of treatment in the Soul Battle Zone.

Soon, an ordinary-looking mature woman around thirty years old arrived at the Soul Battle Arena.

Seeing the students sprawled all over the ground, she shot Stone a dark look.

"Teacher Stone, are you trying to work me to death?"

"Elder Wang, I'm counting on you."

Elder Wang followed Stone onto the field and examined the male students lying on the ground.

"These students are fine. They only have superficial injuries, and their minds suffered some impact. After resting for a while, they'll be fine."

In the stands, Chen Feng casually found a seat and sat down, then meditated to recover his depleted Soul Power.

The female students around him occasionally cast burning gazes his way and whispered about Chen Feng.

After Chen Feng accomplished the feat of fighting forty alone, the ordinary female students no longer dared approach him to strike up a conversation. They clearly knew they were not worthy of Chen Feng, leaving the area around him rather quiet.

Ning Tian watched Chen Feng meditate and recover his Soul Power with her large aqua-blue eyes burning with passion, but she was too embarrassed to disturb him.

Nanmen Yun'er, beside Ning Tian, saw the look in Ning Tian's eyes and immediately felt quite uncomfortable. She had clearly liked Chen Feng first...

Ning Tian turned back, and her gaze met Nanmen Yun'er's. Aqua-blue and dark green eyes faced each other, neither willing to yield.