One-on-One with Ma Hongjun

The next day.

Today, Flender was giving the three of them a lesson.

Flender said to Oscar, "Little Ao, go run your laps."

He then looked at Lu Fan and Ma Hongjun and said, "Xiao Fan, Hongjun, your Soul Power Levels are similar, so you two will have a sparring match."

Lu Fan's face turned desperate, "Don't do this, Dean! He's a fire attribute and counters me completely; how am I supposed to fight this?"

Beside him, Ma Hongjun patted Lu Fan's shoulder with a lecherous grin, "Heh heh, I'll go easy on you in a bit."

Flender watched their completely different reactions.

Flender rolled his eyes at Lu Fan, "Weren't you quite capable the day before yesterday, kid? You even went to the Great Soul Arena to soul fight by yourself. Have you forgotten everything I told you over these past few months?"

"With this Dean watching from the sidelines, do you really think you'll get hurt? Both of you, start right now!"

Ma Hongjun looked at Lu Fan with a malicious smile, "Sorry, Brother Fan."

"You always said whoever is stronger is the big brother; it looks like after today, you'll have to call me Brother Jun."

Ma Hongjun was extremely confident.

With Martial Soul Possession, an animal that looked like a cross between a chicken and a bird, covered in flames, appeared behind Ma Hongjun.

At the same time, a yellow soul ring descended from above his head.

Lu Fan also completed his Martial Soul Possession.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Who wins and who loses isn't set in stone yet, Fatty. Popping the champagne at halftime isn't a good habit."

"What's champagne?"

Ma Hongjun scratched his head; he had never heard that word before.

Lu Fan didn't explain, "Beat me and I'll tell you!"

Fearing that Ma Hongjun would use long-range attacks to kite him, Lu Fan rushed toward Ma Hongjun immediately.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun smiled slightly, "Let me show you my first soul skill!"

The century-old soul ring at Ma Hongjun's feet flickered.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

He leaned his body forward, and the Evil Fire Phoenix behind him unleashed a beam made of flames toward Lu Fan.

Seeing this, Lu Fan also activated his first soul skill.

"First Soul Skill, Singular Velvet Protection."

The Phoenix Fire Line was a linear attack, so Lu Fan ran diagonally, dodging while he ran, constantly closing the distance with Ma Hongjun.

But would Ma Hongjun really be that easy to deal with?

He rotated his body, continuously spraying flames in Lu Fan's direction.

The closer the distance, the easier it was for Lu Fan to be hit by the fire line.

But if he wanted to win, he had to get close to Ma Hongjun to have even a glimmer of a chance.

"Damn it!"

Lu Fan cursed under his breath and jumped backward.

The closer he got, the higher the probability of him being hit.

Even though he had reacted just now, he was still grazed by the flames.

The petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum were ignited.

With a thought from Lu Fan, the ignited parts detached from his body.

New petals immediately filled the gaps.

Lu Fan looked with a solemn gaze at the smug-looking Ma Hongjun.

The corners of Lu Fan's mouth curled up slightly, "Since I can't get close, I'll just wear you out."

"As a level 12 soul master, how many times can you release your first soul skill?"

"But my Singular Velvet Protection consumes almost nothing!"

Lu Fan began to change his tactics; he no longer tried to get close, but instead took the initiative to widen the distance.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun was overjoyed.

Although it was difficult for him to hit Lu Fan, it was absolutely impossible for Lu Fan to hit him at this distance.

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

Ma Hongjun continuously unleashed his first soul skill toward Lu Fan.

Lu Fan moved flexibly, dodging continuously.

While dodging, he didn't forget to pick up a few small pebbles from the ground.

The moment Ma Hongjun paused, he threw the pebbles, aiming them straight at Ma Hongjun's head.

These were only the size of a fingernail, so there was no need to worry about them causing any real harm.

"Ouch!"

Struck by a pebble, Ma Hongjun let out a cry of pain and clutched his forehead.

"Brother Fan, you're cheating!"

Lu Fan chuckled. "This is called winning with wit, Fatty."

"Damn it!"

Ma Hongjun was furious and continued to unleash his First Soul Skill.