Evil Fire Phoenix Beats Up the White Tiger
The fire shot straight in, and the temperature was extremely high.
Dai Yueheng dodged to the side, his right claw continuing to press forward.
The Phoenix Fire Line grazed his shoulder and flew out, burning a charred hole in the stone wall behind him.
"The response is good."
Ma Xiaotao withdrew her fire line, then floated backward to create distance.
Dai Yueheng gave her no chance to catch her breath. With the enhancement of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, his speed increased dramatically, and he rushed to Ma Xiaotao in one go.
Its right claw, imbued with dark golden Soul Power, slashed down.
"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Body Protection Barrier!"
He didn't launch a full-scale attack.
Having sparred with Ma Xiaotao several times, Dai Yueheng knew her tactics very well.
This woman never plays by the rules when fighting; she may appear to be retreating, but she's actually always ready to counterattack.
As expected, Ma Xiaotao continued her attack.
"Second Soul Skill, Bathing Fire Phoenix"
The flames on her body suddenly changed color, from crimson to dark red, and then to almost blackish red.
The flame wings spread out to twice the width of before, and waves of heat pushed out in layers, forcing Dai Yueheng to take a half step back.
With the amplification effect of the Bathing Fire Phoenix stacked up, Ma Xiaotao's Soul Power fluctuations surged to a whole new level.
"They're here!"
Under the scorching heat, Dai Yueheng's White Tiger Body Protection Barrier began to crack, and fine cracks appeared on the pale golden shield.
This is no ordinary flame; the temperature of the Evil Fire Phoenix far exceeds that of a regular fire-attribute Soul Master.
Ma Xiaotao didn't give him time to repair the protective shield.
"Third Soul Skill, Phoenix Wing Soars Through the Sky."
With a sudden flap of her flame wings, Ma Xiaotao vanished from her spot.
That's too fast.
Dai Yueheng's pupils contracted sharply. He didn't have time to judge the direction and instinctively activated his fourth Soul Skill.
"Fourth Soul Skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
He leaped into the air, unleashing dozens of white tiger claw-shaped light blades that poured out in all directions.
This is a wide-area attack Soul Skill that doesn't require locking onto a target; no matter which direction you come from, you'll get hit several times.
The white light blades exploded within the Soul Fighting Arena, creating numerous craters in the stone ground.
But Ma Xiaotao's speed exceeded his expectations.
Phoenix Wing Soars Through the Sky is not only a flight skill, but also comes with a fire impact.
Ma Xiaotao, enveloped in dark red phoenix flames, swooped down from above. As her body passed through the array of light blades from the White Tiger Meteor Shower, the blades were vaporized by the intense heat upon contact with the phoenix flames.
As soon as Dai Yueheng landed, Ma Xiaotao was already on top of him.
He kicked the White Tiger Body Protection Barrier.
"Bang!"
The protective shield shattered.
Pale white fragments scattered like glass.
Dai Yueheng was kicked away, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall of the Soul Fighting Arena, leaving a human-shaped dent.
He coughed and used his hands to push himself out of the dent.
Ma Xiaotao landed in the center of the arena, her flame wings folded, and she crossed her arms.
You're not feeling well today.
Dai Yueheng shook his head and wiped away the blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He was definitely not in good form; he was preoccupied with other things, and his movements were a beat slower. Normally, he could at least withstand a few more blows.
"Again."
Ma Xiaotao raised an eyebrow.
Dai Yueheng's fifth Soul Ring lit up.
"Fifth Soul Skill, White Tiger Demon God Transformation."
A dark golden light enveloped his entire body, his muscles swelled again, his fur was tinged with a dark golden hue, and a huge White Tiger phantom appeared behind him.
His aura surged instantly.
With the White Tiger Demon God Transformation combined with the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, his combat power can increase dramatically in a short period of time.
Ma Xiaotao pouted.
"What's the rush? I haven't even used my full strength yet."
As she spoke, her fifth Soul Ring lit up.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Phoenix Cloud-Piercing Strike."
A small fire phoenix with a wingspan of about one meter materialized from her palm, with only dark red flame patterns along the edges of its wings.
Single-target ultimate attack.
Dai Yueheng immediately countered with a White Tiger Destruction Kill.
The Sixth Soul Ring flashed, and the crossed claws unleashed a cross-shaped golden-white slash, heading straight for the phoenix.
The two attacks collided in the center of the field.
The golden-white blade of light clashed with the black phoenix for less than two seconds.
Then Dai Yueheng's sword-like energy shattered.
The temperature of the Evil Fire is too high.
The physical tearing effect of the White Tiger Destruction Kill was rendered ineffective against the extreme flames; the golden-white light was burned through like paper.
The phoenix pierced through the remaining slashes and crashed straight into Dai Yueheng's chest.
Dai Yueheng's first reaction was to run away.
However, the price of the White Tiger Demon God Transformation was a decrease in agility. He shifted half a step to the right, and the phoenix grazed his left shoulder and exploded.
Dark red flames engulfed his entire left arm.
"Hiss!"
Dai Yueheng groaned, the burning sensation of the Evil Fire on his left arm making his face contort.
The White Tiger Demon God Transformation's defenses were weakened by the Evil Fire, and his skin quickly turned charred black.
Ma Xiaotao stopped.
The flames subsided, leaving the Soul Fighting Arena scarred with the marks of battle: burn marks on the stone walls, claw marks and craters on the ground, and the air thick with the smell of burning.
Dai Yueheng knelt on one knee, the embers of Evil Fire still flickering on his left arm. He circulated his Soul Power to force out the remaining flames, his face looking extremely grim.
"I lost," he uttered.
Ma Xiaotao stood still, took a deep breath, and relaxed her shoulders.
We won.
Although his opponent was Dai Yueheng, who was four levels below him, he managed to throw a solid punch, and most of the pent-up frustration in his heart finally dissipated.
The humiliation of being Ice Seal by Xue Qingyao yesterday, and the frustration of having to bow my head and apologize to Dai Huabin this morning—these things weighed on my chest, making me feel uncomfortable all morning.
I feel a bit more comfortable now.
Ma Xiaotao flexed her wrists, walked up to Dai Yueheng, and looked down at him.
"Alright, I'll clear the fire off your left arm."
Dai Yueheng raised his head, his expression sour.
"You just came here to take your anger out on me, didn't you?"
"That's not true."
Ma Xiaotao squatted down, placed her right hand on his left arm, and began to use her own Evil Fire to assimilate and draw away the remaining flames.
"I'm just looking for a friendly spar, a normal exchange."
After the Evil Fire was drawn away, the burns on Dai Yueheng's left arm were mostly healed, but they still burned painfully.
He stood up, frowned, and sized up Ma Xiaotao for a few seconds. Then he said nothing, simply assuming that he was inferior in skill.
Inner Academy, girls' dormitory area.
Ling Luochen sat on the windowsill, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.
Her dormitory was on the third floor, with windows facing the Inner Academy courtyard garden.
The garden was deserted at the moment, and the morning sunlight cast the shadows of the trees onto the stone path in dappled patterns.
Ling Luochen wasn't looking at the scenery.
There was a note spread out on the table in front of her; it was brought back for her by her roommate.
The message, consisting of only a few lines, came from the Outer Academy this morning.
"Second-year Class Promotion Assessment for the Outer Academy: Dai Huabin, Ice Soul White Tiger, Ultimate Ice, Level 45; Zhu Lu, Ice Shadow Spirit Cat, Ultimate Ice, Level 41; Xue Qingyao, Ultimate Ice, Level 65 Soul Emperor."
Ling Luochen read those lines three times.
The Ultimate Ice.
Three Ultimate Ice.