Jiang Yi's incredibly swift movements directly frightened Yu Mengdi into turning pale.
The Angel Wings behind Yu Mengdi's back gave a fierce beat as she hurriedly fled backward, moving out of Jiang Yi's attack range.
"You're quite fast at running." Jiang Yi gave a cold smile.
His body suddenly twisted at an angle that defied human common sense, and he charged at Tang Xiaolei at no slower a speed than before.
Tang Xiaolei was not as fortunate as Yu Mengdi. With his peculiar Martial Soul, his physical quality was not particularly strong.
And since he needed to draw his bow to release attacks, he had no way to use a soul skill to force Jiang Yi back.
He had only just drawn his bow and nocked an arrow when Jiang Yi was already in front of him.
Tang Xiaolei's face was filled with panic as he desperately twisted his body, trying to dodge. But how could he possibly be faster than Jiang Yi's fist?
The fist struck Tang Xiaolei squarely in the chest with a dull thud, sending his body flying backward.
Less than a second later, he slammed violently into the protective barrier, fell off the arena, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He then collapsed unconscious, losing all awareness.
One of Zhengtian Academy's three Soul Kings had been dealt with so easily.
Whether it was the spectators or the competing teams, everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence.
That was a Soul King!
In this tournament, any team that possessed a Soul King was already considered extremely powerful.
Yet a Soul King, a powerful combatant even across the entire tournament, had been defeated by Jiang Yi with a single punch.
Although Jiang Yi had previously beaten Shrek Academy so badly that they could not fight back,