The Wager

"Both sides, enter the arena and announce your names," the proctor shouted.

The six of them walked toward the spacious arena at the same time, taking their places on opposite sides. Jiang Yuheng and the others maintained their original formation.

The three girls opposite them had changed their arrangement. The blonde girl who had previously stood at the front had moved to the rear, while the other two girls stepped forward to stand on the left and right.

"Class 9 of New Students, Wu Feng, Level 25 Power Attack System Soul Master," the red-haired girl declared arrogantly.

The girl with light green hair shot her a mildly reproachful glance. Though she said nothing, her expression clearly told Wu Feng that she was being too proud, even revealing her Soul Power Level.

However, she did not change the format. Her soft voice formed a stark contrast to Wu Feng's cold arrogance, much like their appearances.

"Class 9 of New Students, Nanmen Yun'er, Level 24 Agility Attack System Soul Master."

"Class 9 of New Students, Ning Tian, Level 31 Support System Tool Soul Elder."

The moment those words were spoken, Wang Dong's body visibly trembled. She looked at Jiang Yuheng in surprise. To be fair, this idiot's intelligence had been frighteningly accurate!

Still, Ning Tian truly was formidable.

After all, support-type Spirit Masters had always cultivated more slowly than other Spirit Masters. Yet she had reached Level 31 at around twelve years old and possessed three Spirit Rings. That was more than mere talent.

Of course, surprise was surprise, but basic courtesy still had to be observed.

"Class 1 of New Students, Jiang Yuheng."

"Class 1 of New Students, Wang Dong."

"Class 1 of New Students, Huo Yuhao."

This was a match. Every team was in a competitive relationship with the others, and revealing one's Soul Power was undoubtedly handing one's weaknesses to the opponent.

Besides, the Freshman Assessment had never explicitly required them to say it...

"Tch. A captain who doesn't even dare reveal his Soul Power? What trash!" Wu Feng curled her lips, her face full of disdain.

Jiang Yuheng glanced at Wu Feng and completely ignored her mockery.

A gentleman used his fists, not his mouth.

Compared to insulting someone with words, he preferred pinning them to the ground and grinding them into the dirt.

Wang Dong narrowed her eyes, her gaze locked firmly onto Wu Feng. For some reason, hearing Jiang Yuheng being insulted felt like a fire had been lit in her heart, leaving her in an exceptionally foul mood.

Wu Feng sensed Wang Dong's stare as well. Their eyes met, and before the match had even begun, the scent of gunpowder already hung between them.

Jiang Yuheng patted Wang Dong on the shoulder. She turned to look at him, and the two exchanged a knowing smile. Though neither said anything, they already understood each other's thoughts.

Proceed according to plan.

Just then, the proctor beside them gave a loud shout and announced the start of the match.

Wang Dong launched the first attack. With a single stride, she had already shot forward, and her dazzling blue-gold wings abruptly spread behind her.

No matter how confident Wu Feng, Nanmen Yun'er, and Ning Tian were, the sight of Wang Dong's radiant Light Goddess Butterfly still made them squint. They could not help secretly praising its beauty.

Wu Feng snorted coldly. A dense wave of heat suddenly erupted from her body. Immediately afterward, a faint red glow rippled across her skin, while a layer of fine scales covered her right cheek and spread downward from her neck.

Compared to the imposing dominance of Bei Bei's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon possession, the dragon Martial Soul Wu Feng unleashed was considerably gentler—but only relatively speaking.

The fire-attribute Red Dragon Martial Soul burst forth with the powerful aura of a top-tier Martial Soul. Two yellow Spirit Rings instantly rose beneath her feet as she charged toward Wang Dong.

Both were Power Attack System Martial Souls. What followed naturally would be a clash of strength against strength.

Facing Wu Feng's fierce assault, Wang Dong did not immediately use a soul skill. Her body spun through the air, and her right leg lashed out like lightning, colliding with Wu Feng's left arm.

With a muffled bang, Wu Feng's arm clearly shuddered, and her body involuntarily staggered backward. It was obvious that she had suffered the loss in their first exchange.

Seeing this, Ning Tian, standing behind her, could not help but freeze. Though both were Power Attack System Soul Masters, their Martial Souls focused on different aspects.

In terms of physical strength, the Light Goddess Butterfly was clearly inferior to the Red Dragon. Moreover, she had Ning Tian's support. By all rights, Wu Feng should never have lost.

What was going on?

Wu Feng was visibly stunned. When she collided with Wang Dong, it felt as though a pair of deep blue eyes had been staring at her the entire time. Then, her Fire Dragon Martial Soul had immediately developed the urge to retreat.

At that moment, Nanmen Yun'er of the Ning Tian Team moved. When she attacked, her body seemed light and floating like cotton. In the blink of an eye, she flashed before Jiang Yuheng.

At the same time, a pair of emerald-green wings spread behind her. Though they could not compare to Wang Dong's Light Goddess Butterfly, they still granted Nanmen Yun'er incredible speed. Both her hands turned emerald green as well, striking directly at Jiang Yuheng's face.

In the distance, Ning Tian also bestowed the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's enhancement upon Nanmen Yun'er.

With the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's enhancement, Nanmen Yun'er's attack power and speed had already far surpassed Spirit Masters of the same level. Completely defeating an opponent might not be guaranteed, but crushing them effortlessly was no problem at all.

On the spectator platform, Mu Jin looked toward Zhou Yi and Fan Yu, catching the shock in both their eyes.

Zhou Yi even cried out in astonishment, "The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

If Wang Dong's Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul represented the ultimate beauty of Beast Martial Souls, then the pagoda in Ning Tian's hand was the pinnacle of splendor among Tool Martial Souls.

No wonder, no wonder Mu Jin had readily agreed to the wager. She had such a trump card.

After all, it was the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, hailed as the number one support system Tool Martial Soul in the world!

Facing Nanmen Yun'er's attack, Jiang Yuheng did not panic in the slightest. Under Huo Yuhao's Spirit Detection Sharing, neither her movements nor her intentions could escape his grasp.

His body shifted slightly, and the Ice Qi in his hand instantly gathered, accurately and flawlessly freezing Nanmen Yun'er into an Ice Sculpture.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Yuheng turned and kicked her out of the arena.

Nanmen Yun'er, eliminated.

"How is that possible?!"

Mu Jin, standing on the viewing platform, widened his eyes. Even if Nanmen Yun'er's Soul Power was lower than Jiang Yuheng's, with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's enhancement, she should not have been instantly defeated in one move!

Could this kid also be a Soul Elder?!

No, impossible!

There was not a single Spirit Master in Zhou Yi's class whose Soul Power even approached Level 29. How had he done it?!

At the same time, Ning Tian, supporting them from afar, was also dumbfounded. Nanmen Yun'er, enhanced by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, possessed speed far beyond that of Spirit Masters at the same level!

Let alone a Level 29 Spirit Master, even a Level 30 Soul Elder would find it difficult to catch her movements in an instant, much less launch an attack and defeat her in one blow!

What exactly was going on?!

That Jiang Yuheng, just what was he—

While Ning Tian was lost in thought, a silver streak had already passed through her forehead. A dizzying sensation of the world spinning descended upon her, and the pagoda in her hand fell to the ground. Wu Feng's enhancement was instantly cut off.