Ma Hongjun and Poisonous Support
"How about we switch someone else?" Flender couldn't help but suggest.
After all, this was his only disciple.
Chapter 217 Ma Hongjun and the Poisonous Milk
Shi Nian looked at Flender speechlessly. If Flander really did desert before going on stage, both Canghui Academy and Soul Master Ma Hongjun would be blacklisted by various forces.
This is just a competition. There are rules against killing, healing-type Soul Master are on standby, and referees are watching. Even if we lose, we'll only get beaten up once.
In this situation, if someone backs down and admits defeat without even competing, they are simply unworthy of being Soul Master.
There's another saying about this qualifying tournament: even if you're swept by a strong team in a seven-game sweep, you shouldn't surrender immediately.
Because Ma Hongjun was late in coming on stage, a commotion arose from the stands. Shi Nian slammed his folding fan heavily against the stone railing, the fan ribs striking the bluestone with a crisp sound.
"Useless trash!" He sneered, glancing sideways at Ma Hongjun, who was cowering behind Flender. "You're trembling before even stepping onto the field; you've completely disgraced Canghui Academy!"
Flender's temples throbbed. The capture of Zhao Wuji and Yu Xiaogang by the Spirit Hall three days ago had already given him a major headache.
Now, Ma Hongjun's first appearance in the qualifying rounds happens to be against his nemesis Cai Wenji.
Behind the stands, professors from other colleges were watching this internal strife with great interest.
" At that Shi Nian, my students were not for you to boss around," Flender said, forcing a smile, and stepped in front of Ma Hongjun.
"Pointing fingers? If you really care about your student that much, you shouldn't have brought him to the competition in the first place." Shi Nian suddenly approached, his eyes already filled with murderous intent. "When Zhao Wuji was captured, why weren't you tough? Now Shrek is just a fat good-for-nothing and an owl that can run away?"
Now that Zhao Wuji has been captured, and Shao Xin, his support, is not present, and Shi Nian has also rallied other forces to support him, he is naturally no longer afraid of Flender and speaks extremely rudely.
Ma Hongjun took half a step forward; he still had some sense of shame after all. "Dean, I'll go..."
Flender sensed the gazes around him and, not wanting to escalate the situation and lose face, stopped trying to stop him after hearing Ma Hongjun's words, saying, "Be careful."
Listening to his teacher's advice, Ma Hongjun felt even more uncertain.
Canghui Academy finally sent someone to the stage, and everyone looked at the chubby boy with anticipation.
Ma Hongjun had played before and performed exceptionally well. Moreover, he is Soul Master with a flying Soul Skill. The fact that he only appeared after such a long time might be because he was discussing tactics.
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As soon as the match started, Ma Hongjun activated his Martial Soul Possession, unfurling a pair of fiery red wings behind him as if trying to fly into the sky.
At least it has a geographical advantage, so it's not so easy to be attacked.
Just as Ma Hongjun was contemplating tactics and secretly pleased with himself...
Green light flowed from Cai Wenji's fingertips, and the magnificent Hujia Qin once again played a melodious tune. Her originally petite body stretched at a visible speed, her slender limbs became strong and powerful, and the muscles in her long legs were taut.
She looked up at Ma Hongjun, who was soaring through the air, a chilling smile playing on her lips. A cold light gleamed in her eyes—the fire of long-brewing revenge.
She was genuinely happy that Ma Hongjun hadn't given up from the start, allowing her a chance to settle a personal score. She shouldn't blame him then.
Taking a deep breath, Cai Wenji exerted force with both legs, and a muffled thud resounded from the ground. The surface of the iron-hard arena exploded, forming a circular crater with a diameter of two meters. Amidst the flying debris, her figure transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky, leaving afterimages in the air with incredible speed.
Feeling the sharp aura coming from below, Ma Hongjun turned around and saw a blue figure shooting towards him like an arrow. In the dim light, Ma Hongjun seemed to see a chilling smile on the other person's lips.
Its wings immediately flapped at full force, flames raged around it, trying to take off and create distance.
But it was all in vain.
Cai Wenji's figure transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky at an astonishing speed, arriving faster than anyone else, and instantly closing in on Ma Hongjun was trying to create distance!
A deafening sonic boom erupted in the air, proof that speed had exceeded all limits. Where she had stood, the shattered rocks were only just beginning to fly everywhere.
Ma Hongjun felt a sudden darkness descend upon him, and a suffocating pressure descended upon him. He looked up in horror, and his eyes saw Cai Wenji's beautiful yet extremely healthy face with a smile, and her ever-growing white fist.
"Trying to run?" Cai Wenji's voice was icy and mocking, like a cat playing with a mouse. "The game has only just begun!"
Before she finished speaking, her slender and agile figure had already flipped through the air, delivering a fierce downward kick that slammed into Ma Hongjun's back like a battle axe. The speed was so fast that Ma Hongjun had no chance to react!
"Bang--!"
A deep, muffled explosion erupted in the air.
Ma Hongjun felt an irresistible force coming from his chest, as if he had been hit head-on by a small mountain flying at high speed, and his protective Soul Power instantly collapsed. He screamed and his body fell uncontrollably towards the arena like a meteorite.
Boom!
The arena shook violently, and dust filled the air. Ma Hongjun's body slammed heavily into the edge of the crater that Cai Wenji had just created, further expanding the damaged area. He was embedded deep within it, and blood immediately gushed from his mouth and nose.
But...
What struck Ma Hongjun as strange was that, despite having just been injured and coughing up blood, his wounds were healing rapidly...
It healed forcibly in a bizarre and illogical way, the broken ribs were twisted and reconnected, and the chest was collapsed.
Ma Hongjun struggled to get up, but as he moved, his twisted ribs began to squeeze and pierce his internal organs. Forget about getting up, even breathing normally was a painful thing for him.
Cai Wenji floated down lightly, stood at the edge of the pit, and looked down at Ma Hongjun, who was struggling to get up. She shook her hand, as if she had just brushed off some dust.
"Tsk, so easily defeated." She tilted her head, her smile growing even brighter, yet also increasingly chilling. "This is only the first hit."
She slowly raised her foot, gathering her Soul Power on it, clearly not intending to give Ma Hongjun any chance to catch his breath, and preparing to continue her so-called "personal revenge."
The audience fell silent, stunned by the terrifying speed and power Cai Wenji displayed in that instant, as well as her ruthless and merciless methods.
Some sharp-eyed people noticed the green light that had just been injected into Ma Hongjun. At first, they thought that Cai Wenji was sensible and knew how to heal her opponent without harming him.
But upon closer inspection...
This isn't treatment; it's torture! The previous three were fine, so why is this fat guy so ruthless?
What deep-seated hatred could these two have?
We surrender!
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out; it was Flender speaking from below the stage.
As a teacher and Dean, Flender naturally had the right to concede defeat on Ma Hongjun's behalf.
Cai Wenji could beat Ma Hongjun so badly he couldn't speak, but she couldn't stop Flender from admitting defeat on his behalf.
"Tsk!"
Reluctantly withdrawing her fist, Cai Wenji glanced at Ma Hongjun, who was still lying on the ground unable to move, and let Flender carry him off the ring.
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Below the stage, the healing Soul Master looked at the "injuries" on Ma Hongjun's body and sighed.
"Although these injuries have been forcibly healed, it's not going to work like this." As he spoke, the healing Soul Master touched the dent in Ma Hongjun's chest, but did not feel the broken ribs.
Although it was strangely sunken, the bones were still connected.
Healing Soul Skill can be used like this?
"To cure it, the bone needs to be broken, reconnected, and fixed. It will take about half a month to recover, and you won't be able to participate in the competitions after that."
Flender sighed, looked at his disciple who could barely stand, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Treat him as you said."
If I recover for half a month, I might still be able to make it to the finals in Spirit City.
Although he already knew there was no hope of winning the championship, Flender still hoped that Ma Hongjun could finish the competition and leave no regrets.
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Ning Fengzhi also looked at Ma Hongjun's condition not far away with a strange expression. Healing Soul Skill could be used like this?
This Cai Wenji really gave him another surprise.
However, even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit Martial Soul couldn't achieve such instant healing with a healing Soul Skill. The Nine-Heart Begonia, on the other hand, might be worth a try. Is there a top-tier Martial Soul whose healing abilities can rival the Nine-Heart Begonia?
Ning Fengzhi thought through all the well-known musical instrument-type Martial Soul, but none of them matched the abilities Cai Wenji had displayed.
It's probably a benignly mutated Martial Soul.
Below, the match continues.
Unsurprisingly, Cai Wenji won the match with a 1v7 victory.
According to the rule of one point for each win in the qualifying rounds, Canghui Academy has zero points and Exotic Beast Academy has seven points in this round.
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In the subsequent matches.
Canghui Academy didn't have any particularly outstanding performance either. Mental control type Soul Master weren't very strong in the early stages and couldn't control their opponents for long. Their physical combat skills were also average.
They lost quite a few times, and their ranking hovered in the lower middle range.
However, the Martial Soul Hall Second Team ran into the Skywater Academy again.
Hu Liena was full of confidence, even though she couldn't use her Martial Soul Fusion Skill in the qualifying rounds.
Our side has all Soul King, while Skywater Academy only has two Soul King.
How will we lose this time?
Then Hu Liena suffered another humiliating defeat. After learning that their opponent was the Martial Soul Hall Second Team, Skywater Academy's top student immediately sent out Zhen Ji.
Hu Liena had nowhere to stand as soon as she entered the arena. The entire stage was flooded from the start, and even though the water kept flowing down towards the bottom of the stage, the water created by her opponent's Soul Skill seemed endless...
What's more troublesome is that this Soul Skill seems to have a control effect and cause damage as long as the user is in water.
The temperature in the entire arena plummeted!
A chilling aura suddenly spread out without warning, causing countless tiny ice crystals to condense in the air, refracting a brilliant yet cold light in the sunlight.
The wet areas of Hu Liena were instantly covered with a layer of hard frost, and her movements faltered.
Hu Liena was completely unable to move.
Instead, the noble and aloof figure stood quietly and elegantly opposite, wearing a dazzling crystal hair ornament and an ice-blue long dress with layers of translucent glaciers, surrounded by an aura of unyielding coldness and drifting snowflakes.
Hu Liena's allure is nothing to Zhen Ji. There are too many beautiful women in the Honor Continent, and allure is of little use to them unless it reaches the level of Daji.
Before long, the frozen Hu Liena was swept off the stage by a jet of water.
Next up is Feng Xiaotian, who learned from Hu Liena's mistake.
As soon as the competition started, Feng Xiaotian soared into the sky, his huge cyan wings spreading wide. His wind-attribute Martial Soul gave him a speed far superior to ordinary flying Soul Master.
He stared intently at the aloof ice goddess in the center of the arena, his eyes sharp, daring not to be careless in the slightest. Hu Liena's experience taught him that in fighting this opponent, he must not fall into her rhythm, and even less should he get close to the arena ground, which had turned into a frozen domain.
"Relying on speed and aerial advantage? A very clever choice." Zhen Ji's cold voice rang out. She raised her slender hand, and countless sharp ice shards instantly condensed in the air.