Combat Technique Shows Its Might, Wu Feng Admits Defeat!

"Not much consumption?"

Wu Feng raised a brow, clear disbelief appearing on her face.

Though she had not been as reckless as Hong Yu.

The pride belonging to a Soul Master would not allow her to admit defeat so easily.

Especially not when her attribute restrained his.

Taking a deep breath, the Red Dragon phantom around her became increasingly solid, and her second yellow Soul Ring lit up:

"Second Soul Skill: Dragon's Fury!"

Violent Fire Attribute energy erupted from Wu Feng's body like a volcano, and her aura surged dramatically at that instant.

Her hair completely turned Crimson Red as if it were burning, while a layer of Flame Light covered her eyes. The temperature around her rose sharply, even causing the air to distort.

This was one of her trump cards. For a short period, it could increase her Fire Attribute Attack Power by nearly fifty percent while greatly enhancing her physical strength and defense.

"Now that's more like it."

Huang Fei smiled faintly. Rather than becoming nervous, excitement flashed in his eyes.

The Giant Wood Barrier dispersed.

The Blue Silver Spear in his right hand gave a light shake.

The pale green glow flowing across its surface accelerated.

A faint hum even rose from the spear tip.

The next second, he moved.

He did not use any flashy Soul Skill. He simply lowered his body and suddenly exerted force with his feet!

Bang!

A shallow pit was stamped into the ground.

Huang Fei shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

He was nearly twice as fast as before!

"What?!"

Wu Feng's pupils contracted. She instinctively tried to retreat, but Huang Fei was already before her.

His spear moved like a dragon, thrusting straight at her!

She had no choice but to forcefully twist her body and slam her flaming right fist into the shaft.

Clang!!!!

The sound of metal clashing exploded, scattering sparks everywhere.

Wu Feng felt a strange vibrating force travel through her fist.

It actually dispersed some of her flames.

Meanwhile, the Blue Silver Spear only shifted slightly.

Then it adjusted its angle and stabbed toward her ribs again.

"His close-combat skills are this strong?!"

Horror filled her heart. She finally realized that when Huang Fei had dealt with Hong Yu and the others earlier, he truly had not used his full strength.

No, he might not even have used half of it.

"Can't fight him head-on!"

Her battle instincts made her rapidly retreat. At the same time, she swung her left hand, firing a blazing fireball with a howl in an attempt to widen the distance.

Yet Huang Fei seemed to have anticipated it long ago. With a shift of his feet, his body slid half a foot sideways at an almost unnatural angle, and the fireball skimmed past the corner of his clothes.

The Blue Silver Spear in his hand stabbed at her again like a poisonous snake clinging to the bone!

"He was hiding strength like this?"

The seven, including Hong Yu, suddenly shrank their pupils, fear appearing on their faces.

They had never imagined that Huang Fei possessed so many methods—or that he was so strong!

"This guy... is he really a Healing System Soul Master?!"

In the Audience Seating, Xu Sanshi widened his eyes and could not help swearing.

"With those close-range fighting skills, he's almost on par with Soul Masters who specialize in body techniques!"

Beibei's expression also turned solemn.

He considered himself among the best in close combat among those his age.

Yet Huang Fei's footwork, rhythm, and prediction at this moment actually made even him feel a trace of pressure.

Most importantly...

Huang Fei was only Level Thirteen!

"His way of breathing is very unusual."

Huo Yuhao suddenly spoke in a low voice, pale golden light flashing in his eyes.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was using his eyes to observe.

"Every movement, every thrust, his Breathing Rhythm is perfectly synchronized with his actions. There is almost no waste in the circulation of his Soul Power... this isn't an effect an ordinary Meditation method can achieve."

"Could he really possess an ancient inheritance?"

Wang Dong frowned as well. She came from the Clear Sky Sect, and her knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary Soul Masters, yet she had never heard of any Breathing Technique that could give someone such Combat Strength while they were still at One Ring.

On the Arena, the battle had already entered its fiercest stage.

Wu Feng pushed her Second Soul Skill to its limit. Flames nearly covered her entire body, and every punch and kick carried scorching Air Waves.

Yet Huang Fei was like a slippery fish.

He always managed to evade her heavy blows at the last possible moment.

At the same time, the Blue Silver Spear in his hand kept striking toward the vital points around her body like a poisonous snake.

What frustrated her even more was this.

Though the spear shaft was scorched by flames several times.

It would be repaired by green light the very next second.

As though it could never be burned away or destroyed.

"Can't drag this out any longer!"

Wu Feng clenched her Silver Teeth. She knew that her Second Soul Skill had limited duration, and once its effects ended, she would fall into a weakened state.

A fierce glint flashed through her eyes. She suddenly abandoned defense, allowing the Blue Silver Spear to stab into her left shoulder while gathering all her Soul Power into her right fist and blasting it toward Huang Fei's chest!

Trading injury for injury!

It was the only way she could think of to Break the Game.

However...

"Heh."

Huang Fei gave a soft laugh.

Just as Wu Feng's fist was about to strike his chest.

His body suddenly leaned back in an unbelievable manner.

His left leg whipped upward like a lash, striking her wrist with perfect accuracy.

Bang!

Wu Feng felt her right arm go numb. More than half of the Soul Power she had gathered was forcibly scattered by that kick.

Huang Fei then used the momentum to perform a backflip. When he landed, the spear in his hand had already transformed into soft vines, which lightly wrapped around her left arm and pulled!

Wu Feng lost her balance and staggered two steps forward.

Before she could steady herself, a cold spear tip was already resting gently before her throat.

The Whole Field fell silent.

Wu Feng froze in place. Looking into those calm yet smiling eyes before her, she finally slowly let out a breath.

"...I lost."

After saying those three words, she actually felt much more relieved.

Huang Fei withdrew his spear and stepped back. The vines in his hand transformed back into Blue Silver Grass and returned to his body, while the Purple Soul Ring slowly faded away.

"Thank you for letting me win."

He nodded slightly, with no pride in his expression, as though he had merely done something insignificant.

Below the stage, Ning Tian lightly applauded, the admiration in her eyes growing stronger.

Mu Jin also smiled and stepped forward, announcing loudly:

"The victor of this match is Huang Fei!"

"From this day onward, Huang Fei will be the class monitor of Newborn Class Nine. Everyone must cooperate with his work. If anyone has objections..."

"You may challenge him yourselves. The winner will take his place."

Her gaze swept across the Class Nine students below the stage, but no one dared meet her eyes.

Of course, those words were merely a formality.

Even Wu Feng had lost. Who else would dare step up?

The match ended, and everyone dispersed.

But after today's battle, everyone knew that Huang Fei, a One Ring Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with a Thousand Year Purple Soul Ring, was no Soft Persimmon.

He was a true powerhouse!

That afternoon, on the Avenue of Trees at Shrek Academy.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng walked side by side, while Huang Fei was slightly ahead of them. The three were returning to the Dormitory Area.

"Huang Fei."

Ning Tian suddenly spoke, her voice gentle but serious.

"On behalf of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, I formally invite you to become a Guest Elder of our sect."

She stopped walking, took out a Token set with a Seven-Colored Gem from her Storage Soul Tool, and held it out before Huang Fei.

"A Guest Elder need not remain in the sect permanently and may act freely in daily life. You only need to lend us a hand when the sect requires it."

"In return, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will provide you with cultivation resources, intelligence support, and access to some of the sect's channels."

The terms could not have been more generous.

One had to know that the Guest Elders of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect were at least Soul Saints. Ning Tian's offer clearly meant that she regarded Huang Fei as an investment for the future.

Huang Fei looked at the Token but did not take it immediately.

After pondering for a moment, he shook his head.

"I appreciate Miss Ning Tian's kindness, but at present, I have no plans to join any faction."

Seeing Ning Tian's expression dim slightly, he added:...