The Winner... Grade One Class Three

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill?!"

The three students from Class One-Five led by Wu Zhangkong stared in astonishment at Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi's movements in Class One-One. This was clearly a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

If not for Situ Xuan, these two would have been Class One-Five's true trial.

But Wu Zhangkong immediately gave a bitter smile.

Nothing they said would change anything. A loss was a loss.

Now, whether it was Class One-Five, which had hoped to rise to glory, or Class One-One, which possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they could only become Situ Xuan's stepping stones.

Jet-black Soul Power flowed around Wang Jinxi like spilled ink, and his body rapidly expanded beneath everyone's shocked gazes.

His bones let out teeth-grating cracks as his muscles swelled like inflated balloons. In the blink of an eye, he had grown over two meters tall.

A thick bony tail extended from his spine, cracking through the air with sharp snaps as it whipped behind him.

Most eye-catching of all were the pair of black wings unfolding from his back—every feather gleamed with a metallic sheen like a blade, and their wingspan reached four meters.

As his wings lightly flapped, the gusts they created forced even the students at the edge of the arena to retreat several steps.

"This is a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

Zhou Tianyang's face went pale. He instinctively gripped Lin Yao's shoulder. "That aura... it's at least equivalent to a three-ring Soul Elder, isn't it?"

On the arena, the transformed Wang Jinxi slowly raised his head. His eyes had become hawk-like vertical pupils. When he opened his mouth, what emerged was a strange roar mixed with a dragon's cry and an eagle's screech. "Roar—!"

"You two, get lost. Stop getting in the way."

With one hand each, Situ Xuan threw Lin Yao and Zhou Tianyang off the arena, then faced Wang Jinxi in his Martial Soul Fusion Skill state.

"You're still not enough."

Situ Xuan looked at Wang Jinxi indifferently. His opponent seemed somewhat imposing, but the actual pressure he could exert was not even as great as Gu Yue's alone.

"Arrogant!"

Wang Jinxi roared. At this point, he could no longer care about the plan the two of them had made. He charged forward directly, his enormous Bone Dragon Claw crashing down.

Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon Claw descended toward Situ Xuan's head with terrifying force, its black scales gleaming like metal in the sunlight. The massive claw was as large as a washbasin. If it struck head-on, even granite would likely be pulverized.

Yet Situ Xuan did not move an inch. He merely raised his right arm slightly. Beneath the shadow of the dragon claw, his arm appeared so slender that it seemed it would be crushed the next instant. But when the claw was only three inches from his head, Situ Xuan suddenly moved.

His wrist twisted at an eerie angle, his five fingers spreading like a blooming lotus before abruptly curling into a fist.

That single opening and closing motion generated three visible waves of air.

This was a familiar opening stance to both Long Xiuyuan and Wu Zhangkong. The two teachers could not help murmuring...

"North Star Dragon Strikes Tiger!"

The instant fist and claw collided, the entire arena shook violently.

The shockwave from the air burst spread outward in a ring, blasting away all the broken stones at the edge of the arena.

The watching students covered their ears, staring in shock at the collision of such inhuman strength.

"Crack—"

A teeth-grating sound of breaking bones rang out. Wang Jinxi's enormous body actually staggered back three steps. He stared at his right claw in disbelief—the scales, hard as refined steel, had developed fine cracks, and dark red droplets of blood seeped from the gaps.

"Your strength..."

Wang Jinxi's voice became hoarse and murky, uncertainty flashing in his eyes.

Situ Xuan lightly shook his wrist and said coldly, "The Martial Soul Fusion gave you strength, but it made you lose your judgment."

His gaze was sharp as a blade. "A true powerhouse does not rely on size."

Before his words had faded, Situ Xuan's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Wang Jinxi instinctively spread his wings to shield his front while sweeping his bony tail behind him like a whip.

But Situ Xuan had appeared in his blind spot—three inches below his right ribs!

Bang!

A seemingly light palm strike landed between Wang Jinxi's ribs, yet it made his entire body shudder as though struck by lightning.

His enormous body swayed twice before dropping to one knee, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"This is impossible..."

On the viewing platform, Ye Yingluo rose to her feet with a deathly pale face. "How could he possibly find the fusion body's weakness?"

A sharp glint flashed in Wu Zhangkong's eyes as he looked at the three students beside him. "It isn't a weakness. It's rhythm." He muttered softly, "Situ Xuan saw through the difference in their breathing rhythms."

Standing among his class, Long Xiuyuan explained, "Countless battles have allowed Situ Xuan to grasp the overall situation of a fight the instant he enters it and keep its rhythm firmly under control."

On the arena, Situ Xuan's footsteps were ghostlike. Every step he took made a point of blue light appear on his body. After seven steps, the seven points connected into the pattern of the Big Dipper.

"Seven Death Stars of the Big Dipper."

Situ Xuan's voice was soft, but it made every scale on Wang Jinxi's body stand on end.

An instinctive terror swept through him, as if he were prey being watched by a predator.

I'll die!

If I get hit, I'll definitely die!

Fear drove Wang Jinxi to evade the frontal strike. He let out a mad roar, fully spread his wings, and shot black feathers out like a torrential downpour!

"Dark Feather Thousand Assault!"

Every feather shrieked through the air, sealing off all space in front of, behind, and around Situ Xuan.

But as if he had foreseen it, Situ Xuan suddenly lowered himself the instant the feathers reached him. He narrowly evaded the first wave of attacks by a hair's breadth, then abruptly changed his move.

"North Star Muscle-Manipulating Free-Form Kick!"

His right leg lashed out like a whip, the tip of his foot precisely striking the inner side of Wang Jinxi's left ankle.

The kick seemed gentle, yet Wang Jinxi's entire left leg suddenly went numb. His massive body lost balance and pitched forward.

Boom!

Wang Jinxi crashed heavily onto the arena, sending dust flying into the sky. He tried to struggle to his feet, only to discover that Situ Xuan had somehow stepped on one of his spinal joints. That foot seemed to weigh a thousand jun, pinning him so firmly that he could not move.

"Concede."

Situ Xuan's voice was calm, without the slightest ripple. "If you keep struggling, I might not be able to hold back."

That was a lie, but Situ Xuan truly did not want to continue such a pointless battle.

Wang Jinxi's eyes were bloodshot, and he still wanted to resist when Zhang Yangzi's weak voice sounded from within him. "Jinxi... let's give up..."

"This was never a battle we could continue."

At the core of the fusion body, Zhang Yangzi's face had already turned deathly pale, and his Soul Power was close to being exhausted.

"I... we concede..."

Wang Jinxi struggled to force out those words, and the black scales on his body began fading at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures separated again. Zhang Yangzi fainted immediately, while Wang Jinxi trembled all over and lacked even the strength to stand.

The entire venue fell silent. Everyone was so stunned by the overwhelming victory that they could not speak.

A student who had not used a single soul skill had actually defeated an opponent in a Martial Soul Fusion Skill state all by himself?

Long Hengxu mechanically walked onto the arena, his voice trembling slightly. "The winner... Grade One Class Three..."

Only then did deafening cheers erupt from below the arena.

Ye Yingluo slumped into her chair with an ashen face, while Ye Yingrong looked worriedly at her sister, then at the War God-like figure in the center of the arena. A complicated glimmer flashed through her eyes.