Class Battle

On the field, Nan Fusheng and Zhao Xiao stood facing each other.

Zhao Xiao's eyes widened as he let out a roar. A white Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet and immediately blazed with light, rising up along his body. At the same time, his body began to swell, especially his head, where a pair of horns emerged. This was his Martial Soul: Goat.

A small white goat appeared on his shoulder. It was clearly his Soul Spirit, a ten-year Soul Spirit.

First Soul Skill: Fearless Charge!

Zhao Xiao strode toward Nan Fusheng, his feet thudding against the ground. Combined with his burly frame, he looked utterly imposing.

Nan Fusheng, meanwhile, unhurriedly summoned his Martial Soul: Worm of Time. A soft milky-white glow emerged around him, and a white Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet as well.

First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal.

Zhao Xiao, who had been charging straight at Nan Fusheng, suddenly felt his vision go dark. Then he lost consciousness. His body halted abruptly just as he was about to crash into Nan Fusheng, before toppling to the ground.

Zhao Xiao's abnormal state drew cries of surprise from the surrounding students. Even Wu Zhangkong looked somewhat astonished. Five or six seconds passed just like that. Nan Fusheng walked over to Zhao Xiao, who still had not gotten back up, and Wu Zhangkong declared Zhao Xiao eliminated.

Only when Wu Zhangkong made the announcement did Zhao Xiao shakily get to his feet. Seeing this, Nan Fusheng gave him a hand.

"That was truly an exciting match. I only narrowly defeated you this time."

Zhao Xiao was utterly bewildered upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words. What the hell? Did we even fight? What does he mean he narrowly beat me? Why don't I know anything?

"Those who have finished, get off the field. The second match begins. You and you, go up."

Wu Zhangkong had no patience for Zhao Xiao's confused expression and immediately started ushering people along. However, he did not reprimand Zhao Xiao either. Even he could not quite understand Nan Fusheng's Soul Skill. Still, he would not say that aloud. There were several more matches to come, and he believed he would figure it out eventually.

In the next round, Nan Fusheng's opponent inexplicably collapsed just as he was preparing to attack after using Martial Soul Possession. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie also defeated their respective opponents, leaving five people after the round ended.

"Nan Fusheng, Han Lan, you two go first."

In the third round, Nan Fusheng's opponent was a plump little girl who looked a little simple-minded.

Though Han Lan had only fought two matches, she had left quite a deep impression on Nan Fusheng—not because of her figure, but because of her Martial Soul.

Han Lan's Martial Soul was Earth Element, an exceptionally fine Martial Soul. Her Soul Power was at rank thirteen. Based on her abilities, she should never have been assigned to Class Five. Furthermore, she smiled amiably at everyone, with a perpetually gentle expression on her face.

"Begin!" With Wu Zhangkong's announcement, the third round began.

A white halo flashed beneath Han Lan's feet, while a lump-like Soul Spirit emerged from her shoulder. Without pausing in the slightest, she raised both hands toward Nan Fusheng.

A circular yellowish-brown halo immediately appeared beneath Nan Fusheng's feet. Stone pillars shot up in an instant, forming a sturdy stone cage that trapped him within.

At the same time, Han Lan began retreating rapidly. Nan Fusheng's previous two battles had left a deep impression on her. No, it would be more accurate to say that they had left an impression on everyone in Class Five.

After all, even Xie Xie, whose Soul Power was the highest, defeated his opponents in ways they could understand. The unknown was what inspired fear. Nan Fusheng's opponents had collapsed midway through using their Soul Skills. It was simply too bizarre.

Thus, Han Lan chose to trap Nan Fusheng first and then keep her distance. As long as she pulled far enough away, no matter how bizarre Nan Fusheng's Soul Skill was, he could not possibly hit her from so far away. At the same time, as long as she kept him trapped for ten seconds, she would win.

The tops of the stone pillars curved inward and sealed shut, creating a completely enclosed prison.

Han Lan had won her previous two matches this way. As an Earth Element controller, she had chosen the control route. Although her First Soul Skill was only a ten-year skill, it was extremely powerful and could directly restrain an opponent. However, precisely because it was only a ten-year skill, its limitations on her were considerable. For example, after using this Soul Skill once, she could not use it again for at least twenty seconds.

If this had been a battlefield, she might only have had one chance to use it.

Wu Zhangkong would begin counting once a student was trapped. If they could not escape the stone cage within ten seconds, they lost.

Han Lan had won her first match this way. Her second match had ended even faster. That student had tried to rush out of the stone cage's range immediately, but the cage rose too quickly. The moment he stepped into its edge, he was launched high into the air. If Wu Zhangkong had not caught him in time, he would likely have fallen badly enough to be crippled for life.

"Ten..." Wu Zhangkong began counting down expressionlessly. After Han Lan's first match, he had said that when fighting a Control System Battle Soul Master, being controlled for ten seconds was little different from being dead. Therefore, he only gave them ten seconds. Escape, and Han Lan lost. Fail to break out, and Han Lan won. It was that simple and brutal.

However, before Wu Zhangkong could even count down to "seven," Han Lan, who was still retreating, suddenly collapsed face-first onto the ground. At the same time, thudding sounds came from the stone cage imprisoning Nan Fusheng. Boom— Soul Power wrapped around his fists as Nan Fusheng smashed the stone pillars down one by one, then walked out from the rubble.

Meanwhile, Han Lan was still sprawled on the ground. Only when Nan Fusheng walked up to her did Wu Zhangkong declare her eliminated.

It did not seem to be a spiritual-type Soul Skill, but when Han Lan trapped him inside the stone cage, there had been a faint fluctuation of spiritual power. Was it used to lock onto a target? Wu Zhangkong thought to himself.

Tang Wulin unsurprisingly defeated his opponent once again, while Xie Xie received a bye. At this point, only the final three remained.

All the students looked toward Wu Zhangkong. Only three people were left—how would they fight now?

After pondering briefly, Wu Zhangkong said, "Tang Wulin, Nan Fusheng, you fight first. The winner will face Xie Xie."

A hint of smug delight immediately appeared on Xie Xie's face. He looked at Tang Wulin with some pride, as if to say, See? The teacher still thinks the most highly of me.

Tang Wulin did not even glance at him as he returned to the center of the field.

"Come to think of it, this is the first time the two of us have fought each other," Nan Fusheng said with a light smile.

"That's right. So I hope you'll go all out," Tang Wulin said seriously as he looked at Nan Fusheng.

"Begin!" With Wu Zhangkong's announcement, the only match of the fourth round began.