The flames went out, and the light faded.
An Zhen drew the beautiful young woman into his arms, supporting the unsteady Wu Feng.
One strike decided the outcome.
It was not that Wu Feng was so weak that An Zhen could defeat her in a single exchange. Rather, she had chosen from the start to use her strongest attack to settle the battle in one move. In that situation, if she lost, she would not only suffer the backlash of her own attack but also be injured by her opponent's power.
Either she won, they both suffered, or she was severely wounded.
"Liar."
With both hands on An Zhen's shoulders and her little head pressed against his chest, the girl spoke viciously, though the blood in her mouth made her words slightly slurred. "Isn't your Martial Soul the World?!"
That was clearly a True Dragon Martial Soul whose quality surpassed hers.
Wu Feng felt that she had been deceived.
"I never said my Martial Soul was the Holy Light Dragon."
How could you assume my gender?
He took off his coat and draped it over the unwilling Wu Feng.
"Liar. I don't want it."
Her arms pushed against An Zhen's chest, but even lifting them was already difficult for her. How could she exert any strength?
"I didn't lie to you. Be good, listen to me. I'll explain it to you later."
The boy's voice seemed to possess a magical power. No, rather, enhanced by the power of light, his already irresistible affinity had grown even stronger.
No living creature could resist the World's closeness.
At such a distance, the masculine aura of her own kind—a dragon—disrupted the Red Dragon Girl's senses.
Wu Feng lowered her head without a word, allowing him to place the coat around her and support her.
"Feng Mei!"
Ning Tian came down from the platform.
A figure appeared beside them even faster. She was a gentle-looking woman with glasses and emerald-green hair. Raising her hand, six textbook-perfect Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—circled her body. A green lotus appeared in her hand. As a hundred-year Soul Ring and a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring lit up, a beam of green light shone onto Wu Feng, and she fed a lotus seed into Wu Feng's mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the Red Dragon Girl's deathly pale face regained much of its color.
An Zhen handed the still somewhat weak Wu Feng over to Ning Tian. The blonde girl took a long trench coat from her storage Soul Tool and draped it over Wu Feng, concealing her lovely, alluring curves.
"Teacher Mu, you really struck gold this time."
"Luck, just luck."
The curly-haired woman was all smiles.
"Student An Zhen!"
A figure rushed in front of An Zhen at top speed, his eyes and expression overflowing with excitement. "May I ask something presumptuously? Was that Holy Light Dragon just now the effect of your First Soul Skill? Can you replicate other people's Martial Souls?"
Some students might not have noticed, but the teachers had clearly seen a Golden Yellow Soul Ring light up before the Holy Light Dragon appeared.
"An Zhen." Mu Jin stepped forward. "This is Teacher Wang Yan from our Martial Soul Department. He possesses extensive knowledge and research experience."
Wang Yan?
An Zhen remembered.
"I can replicate them. As for anything else, I cannot disclose it."
"I see."
Wang Yan was deeply disappointed. The World Martial Soul listed in An Zhen's file and the Holy Light Dragon that had just appeared—he had never even heard of the former before, while he had only seen fragmentary, simple descriptions of the latter in records.
To him, they were utterly irresistible temptations.
"An Zhen, Teacher Wang Yan has extensive theoretical knowledge. He can definitely be of tremendous help to your growth," Mu Jin urged.
"Thank you, Teachers, but I don't think anyone in this world understands my Martial Soul better than I do." An Zhen understood what they meant.
That was the truth.
Theories for other Martial Souls could not be applied to his.
Youthful arrogance.
That was what Mu Jin thought, though it was understandable. This child truly was a genius and had the right to be proud. Once he grew up, he would understand his teachers' intentions.
"Student An Zhen, you're amazing."
"Class monitor, are you free at noon today?"
"Class monitor..."
Handsome looks, extraordinary affinity, and the powerful strength he had just displayed.
In an instant, the boy became the center of attention.
The boys and girls immediately surrounded him, while the moonlight in everyone else's eyes squeezed desperately toward the boy.
"Quiet."
Mu Jin's voice rang out. "Everyone, return to your seats and watch the other students' matches. Get to know your classmates. Where is the next group? Hurry down."
The scene of the old lady from Class One expelling students was still fresh in their minds. The students surrounding An Zhen immediately scattered.
A corner of the Battle Soul Arena's spectator stands.
After receiving treatment from a healing-type Soul Master and taking the high-grade healing medicine Ning Tian carried, Wu Feng's injuries had already stabilized. She only needed to rest for a while to recover completely.
"How was that?"
An Zhen leaned over with a smile.
"Liar."
The girl in the oversized coat turned her little head away and directly tossed a jacket at An Zhen.
The blonde girl watched the scene curiously. The young lady did not quite understand it. Was An Zhen very interested in Wu Feng?
"I really didn't lie."
Martial Soul Possession.
Two Golden Yellow Soul Rings rose up. The second Soul Ring and then the first Soul Ring lit up.
Scorching sparks fell from the air, and a wave of heat swept over them. A streak of crimson dragon scales, like burning flames, adorned the corner of the boy's eye. Though he had not transformed into a dragon, Wu Feng and Ning Tian recognized the familiar sight at once.
"The Red Dragon Martial Soul!"
"You—"
Her cherry lips fell open as the adorably dazed Red Dragon Girl stared at the red-dragon boy before her.
"An Zhen can copy other people's Martial Souls, even their Soul Skills?" Ning Tian was astonished. That ruled out the possibility of him possessing both the Holy Light Dragon and Red Dragon Martial Souls, since the quality gap between Twin Martial Souls was not usually so large.
Moreover, judging from how An Zhen had defeated Feng Mei in their direct clash earlier, the power he replicated likely suffered very little weakening.
"Mm."
An Zhen nodded lightly.
The two girls were shocked.
It was unbelievable, yet it had truly happened right before their eyes.
"Then shouldn't someone fulfill her bet now?" The boy looked at the Red Dragon Girl with a faint smile. Looking down at her from where he stood, although the skintight suit hid that alluring expanse of snowy white, the round, mysterious black curves beneath the coat possessed their own seductive beauty.
"I'll fulfill it, then."
Pulling the coat around herself to cover her body, the normally reckless and forceful Red Dragon Girl revealed a rare trace of girlish shyness. Perhaps it was the World's tolerance, or perhaps it was the Red Dragon Martial Soul bowing its head upon encountering a more powerful dragon Martial Soul.
"I remember there being a skirt in the girls' school uniform."
"What are you trying to do?!" The Red Dragon Girl raised her fist. If this guy dared act like a hooligan, then even if she could not beat him, she would bite a piece off him.
An Zhen crouched halfway down, lowered his head, and whispered into the girl's ear.
"That's it?"
Wu Feng's previously tense mood relaxed at once. She had thought it would be something improper.
Her slender yet powerful legs, wrapped in black skintight material, swayed lightly. Under the sunlight, the black material gleamed dazzlingly, almost blindingly.
"No problem. I agree."
This chapter isn't long enough. The classroom mode will begin in this afternoon's chapter.
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