Two Against Many! A Grand Gamble on Ning Tian

Mu Jin stood on the podium, watching the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere in the classroom, the gentle smile at the corners of her mouth deepening.

As a teacher, she should have stopped this seemingly absurd "two against the whole class" challenge, but as a Soul Master who also revered strength, she was actually more curious than anyone else.

That Dai Huabin, what gave him the right?

Was it his level 33 soul power? Or was it the Martial Soul Fusion Skill he shared with Zhu Lu?

One had to remember that Ning Tian was a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Elder, and with the addition of Wu Feng, that red dragon, and a nimble attacker like Nanmen Yun'er, not to mention the twenty-plus other students waiting to pick up the scraps.

Even for a Soul Elder, soul power was finite. Did this kid not understand the principle that even an elephant could be brought down by a swarm of ants?

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic,"

Mu Jin clapped her hands, a hint of cunning flashing in her perpetually smiling eyes, "Then we shall move this class to the No. 1 Soul Fighting Arena. After all, only a class monitor who fights for their position can command respect, right?"

The entire class erupted instantly; the boys hollered as they packed their things, some already rolling up their sleeves, preparing to give this arrogant transfer student a taste of reality.

In the crowd, Wang Dong'er curled her lip, standing still with her arms crossed, her long powder-blue hair particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

"Dong'er, Yajie, are you two going?" Xiao Xiao asked in a low voice from the side.

"Going, of course we're going. Watching a show is always fun."

Wang Dong'er huffed, her gaze shifting to Dai Huabin, who was tidying his cuffs with measured deliberation, "But this young lady wouldn't stoop to joining that mob to gang up on him. Twenty-some people against two? If word got out, I'd be embarrassed for Class Nine."

Dai Huabin, who was just about to walk out, twitched his ears and paused his steps. He turned to look at Wang Dong'er, his heterochromatic eyes carrying a hint of mockery:

"Then I thank you for your mercy, classmate Dong'er."

"Who... who wants your thanks!"

Wang Dong'er looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her cheeks puffed out, "I'm just afraid you'll lose so miserably that you'll try to blame it on me! If I'm going to fight you, it'll be a fair one-on-one!"

"Fine, fine, you're right."

Dai Huabin nodded perfunctorily, his tone like that of someone coaxing a petulant child, which nearly provoked Wang Dong'er into summoning her Clear Sky Hammer to smash him on the spot.

Cui Yajie covered her mouth and chuckled, her fox-like eyes curving into crescents:

"My, our class monitor is certainly confident. However, if you lose, you'll be the one footing the bill for tonight's expenses."

"Then you'll be treating me tonight..."

Dai Huabin chuckled, took Zhu Lu's hand, and strode out of the classroom.

Zhu Lu followed behind him; though her cold face remained expressionless, her grip on Dai Huabin's hand tightened slightly.

The warmth radiating from his palm made the soul power within her seem to grow more vibrant.

As long as she was with him, she feared nothing, not even an army of thousands.

No. 1 Soul Fighting Arena.

The morning sun spilled through the massive dome onto the arena, illuminating the space filled with the scent of combat.

Because the semester had just begun, the arena was empty, save for the massive group from Class Nine that had just flooded in.

The commotion was significant enough to be spotted by Du Weilun, the director of freshman affairs, who happened to be passing by on patrol.

"That Mu Jin, what kind of nonsense is she up to? Trying to tear down the arena on the first day?"

Du Weilun pushed up the bridge of his glasses, his brows furrowed, but his feet were honest; drawn by a strange impulse, he followed them in.

On the arena floor.

Both sides had already taken their positions.

On the left, there were only two.

Dai Huabin stood in his white school uniform, hands behind his back, his blonde hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Zhu Lu stood half a step to his side, her body slightly hunched, poised like an arrow drawn from a bow, ready to strike.

On the right, there was a dense, dark mass.

Ning Tian stood at the front with a solemn expression, cradling a glowing, iridescent Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hands.

Beside her, Wu Feng's red hair burned like flames, and her dragon-like eyes spat fury.

On the other side, Nanmen Yun'er had already transformed her hands into emerald-green blades, her gaze sharp.

Behind them stood more than twenty other students.

There were two-ring Soul Grand Masters and one-ring Soul Masters; though their levels were uneven, their sheer numbers were there, and the chaotic fluctuations of their soul power alone were enough to make one's heart race.

"Dai Huabin, it's not too late to regret this."

Ning Tian took a deep breath, her voice clear and forceful, "As long as you retract what you said and admit that we also have strength, we can compete for the position of class monitor fairly."

"Regret?"

Dai Huabin looked as if he had heard a joke, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Ning Tian, remember our wager. If you lose, your people, and your Pagoda, will all be at my command."

"Arrogant!"

Wu Feng could no longer hold back. With a furious roar, her school uniform instantly shredded as dark red dragon scales rapidly covered her entire body, and two yellow soul rings appeared beneath her feet.

"Young Mistress, don't waste your breath on him! Everyone, attack together and take him down!"

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Dai Huabin tilted his head slightly, whispering into Zhu Lu's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Lulu, leave the three leaders to me. You go clean up the rest of the small fry."

"Understood." Zhu Lu's voice was short and crisp. "If things become impossible..."

"Then let them witness what true despair is." A cold glint flashed in Dai Huabin's eyes. "If you can't hold on, I will give you the signal, and we will fuse immediately."

"Good!"

Before the words had even faded, Dai Huabin moved.

"White Tiger, Body Possession!"

A deafening tiger roar suddenly resounded throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

Brilliant white light erupted from Dai Huabin's body. Pale fur instantly covered him, his muscles bulged, his stature grew, and the "King" character marking on his forehead radiated an overbearing pressure.

Two yellow and one purple, three soul rings of the optimal configuration, pulsed beneath his feet.

The terrifying aura emanating from a top-tier beast soul martial spirit caused many of the one-ring freshmen opposite him to turn deathly pale, subconsciously taking half a step back.

Is this the oppressive force of a three-ring Soul Elder?

"Don't be afraid! We have the numbers!"

Wu Feng roared and was the first to charge out.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon Fire!"

A ball of scorching red flame wrapped around her fist, carrying a high temperature that burned the air as it smashed straight toward Dai Huabin's face.

At the same time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Tian's hand shone with brilliant light.

"Seven Treasures have fame, the first is: Power! The second is: Speed! The third is: Soul!"

Three beams of colored light landed precisely on Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er.

Bolstered by the buffs, Wu Feng's momentum surged instantly; the originally dark red flames became even deeper, and her speed became so fast that she left an afterimage in her wake.

On the other side, Nanmen Yun'er was not to be outdone.

First Soul Skill, Jade Blade!

Her arms transformed completely into two sharp, emerald-green blades. Utilizing the speed buff from Ning Tian, she moved like a green bolt of lightning, slicing toward Dai Huabin's flank from the side.

Not only that, but the twenty-plus students in the rear also reacted. Lights of various colored soul skills lit up; even if it was just throwing a fireball or an ice spike, such a dense barrage of attacks would be more than enough to handle.