Enchanting

Whoosh!

Feng Piaoling's figure flashed, crossing over ten meters in an instant to appear before Nanmen Yun'er. He struck out with a sword-finger, carrying an unrivaled, razor-sharp aura as it aimed directly for her forehead.

Nanmen Yun'er's pupils dilated; an unprecedented sense of mortal crisis swept through her entire body, causing her to instinctively squeeze her eyes shut.

Puff!

A fierce gust of wind swept over the top of Nanmen Yun'er's head, causing her light green hair and white school uniform to flutter violently.

The next moment, the death she had imagined did not arrive. Feng Piaoling's finger remained suspended half an inch from the center of her brow.

As the light green hair tips and white hem of her skirt slowly settled, Nanmen Yun'er opened her eyes. Looking at Feng Piaoling's handsome face so close before her, her heart raced wildly, and she offered a bitter smile of one who had survived a catastrophe: "I lost."

Feng Piaoling nodded, retracted his sword stance, and turned to look at Ning Tian.

Ning Tian stepped forward to help Wu Feng up, also wearing a bitter smile. "I lost. I will deliver the Soul Ascension Pill to you within a month. However, I must warn you: one can only consume a single Soul Ascension Pill in their lifetime. Taking a second one will damage a Soul Master's foundation."

What else could she do but concede? Not to mention that her soul power was already mostly exhausted, even if she were at her peak, all three battle-type Soul Masters had been defeated. As an auxiliary-type Soul Master, what could she possibly do?

"I know," Feng Piaoling replied indifferently, turning his gaze toward Mu Jin. "Teacher Mu Jin, I am going to train now."

"Mm, go ahead. From now on, you only need to report to class every morning to show your face. I will not interfere with you at other times."

The more Mu Jin looked at this student, the more satisfied she became. He was not only invincible at mid-to-long range, but his close-quarters combat was also absurdly strong.

Without even using his martial soul, he had managed to defeat three genius Soul Grand Masters—who were supported by a Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda—all by himself.

He had control when he needed control, and offense when he needed offense.

With such strength, what else did she have to worry about?

She could just sit back and wait for her promotion.

She scanned the surroundings and addressed the students of Class Nine in the Soul Fighting Arena: "Every class will elect the strongest student to serve as the class monitor. Tell me, who is your class monitor?"

"Feng Piaoling, Feng Piaoling, Feng Piaoling..." No matter where one went, the masses always admired strength. If it was previously only the girls who were Feng Piaoling's supporters, then now, his strength had effectively conquered the boys as well.

In the true sense of the word, he had gained the support of every student in Class Nine.

No wonder some factions are unwilling to send their outstanding disciples to act as moles. In this kind of atmosphere, if I weren't a transmigrator who knew what Shrek was like, and if I didn't have a blood feud, as a beneficiary, I fear I would have inadvertently integrated into it as well.

Feng Piaoling sighed inwardly, his gaze quickly becoming firm once more.

He did not respond to anyone. Just as he intended to leave quietly for the Mimicry Training Ground, Zhu Lu called out to him, asking with a strained expression: "How exactly did you manage that just now?"

By "how he managed it," she was referring to how Feng Piaoling had broken her Hell Hundred Claws soul skill.

Hearing this, Nanmen Yun'er, who had also had her second soul skill broken, looked over with curiosity.

Ning Tian, and even Wu Feng—who had been knocked to the ground and helped up—did the same.

Perhaps because of her fire-attribute martial soul, aside from being a lesbian, her personality was somewhat similar to Huo Wu from ten thousand years ago.

She was extremely proud, competitive, and found it difficult to accept defeat. She would always find ways to retaliate against those who bested her to win back a round. She was somewhat overbearing, with a temper that was prone to irritation. She was sharp-tongued and domineering, yet she was a girl of genuine character.

This was also the reason why, after being buried underground by Feng Piaoling's second soul skill, she had refused to give up and wanted to continue challenging him.

But when Feng Piaoling defeated her using his own base strength without even using his martial soul, the look she gave him changed.

It was the look of admiration a conquered person gives their conqueror. Faintly, there seemed to be a little more light in her eyes.

Feng Piaoling did not turn back, speaking to Zhu Lu with his back to her: "It is simple. Your soul skill is imperfect. That is all."

He was telling the truth. Zhu Lu's Hell Stab and Hell Hundred Claws were fixed soul skills that had evolved over millions of years within the Zhu Clan of the Star Luo Empire's Nether Duke Mansion.

Without a doubt, they were the most suitable skills for the Hell Spirit Cat martial soul.

However, they contained many flaws. Perhaps to others, these flaws were not flaws at all, because the attack speed was so fast that even Soul Masters of similar strength found it difficult to block; trying to find a flaw and counter-attack would be akin to seeking death.

But Feng Piaoling was different. With a sufficiently powerful spiritual force and the Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye, his perception was exceptionally keen. Not only did he quickly find the pattern of the Hell Hundred Claws, but he also used his superior reaction speed to seize her wrists, securing his victory in one stroke.

"Imperfect?" Zhu Lu was lost in thought.

Feng Piaoling said: "When you execute Hell Hundred Claws, your movements are too singular. As long as I see through the pattern and grab your hands, your soul skill falls apart on its own."

Hearing this, Zhu Lu gasped. She was not shocked that the Hell Hundred Claws had weaknesses, but rather by the opponent's methods.

The attack speed of the Hell Hundred Claws was incredibly fast. Even if it had weaknesses, it would usually only be countered by an assault-type Soul Master from the front due to a lack of attack power, or suppressed by the control methods of a control-type Soul Master.

Yet Feng Piaoling had not only seen through the pattern of the Hell Hundred Claws, but had also forcibly interrupted it with his bare hands.

This required such immense speed and such powerful control.

Losing to him was truly no injustice.

Taking a deep look at Feng Piaoling, Zhu Lu shook her head. "I didn't lose because of the singular movements of the Hell Hundred Claws; I lost to you."

She had known about the weaknesses of the Hell Hundred Claws long ago. Or rather, everyone in the Zhu Clan knew, but when the attack speed was fast enough, this weakness ceased to be a weakness.

Feng Piaoling remained silent. What she said was a fact; whether the movements were seen through or not was irrelevant. The key was whether one could land the hit. If one couldn't hit, seeing through the pattern was useless. If one could hit, there was no need to grab the opponent's hands like he did; one could just as easily grab the opponent's throat, causing them to instantly lose the ability to act, or even killing them.

Feng Piaoling doing this wasn't because he had nothing better to do; in most cases, it was simply to train the practical combat capabilities of his Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye.

Before stepping off the stage, Zhu Lu suddenly turned around and said: "Thank you for showing mercy."

Grabbing her arm was no different from breaking it. The opponent had chosen the method that caused her the least harm—no, that move hadn't caused her any harm at all.

Feng Piaoling said indifferently: "No need to thank me. Interrupting your soul skill was already my limit."

"Is that so?" The corners of Zhu Lu's mouth curled up. She was certain that even without using his martial soul, this was far from his true strength. He was still hiding things—did he really think she hadn't noticed?