A One-Sided Crushing While Holding Back
"Level 53 Control-type Battle Soul King"
"Level 56 Power Attack System Battle Soul King"
"Level 49 Support-type Battle Soul Ancestor"
"Level 58 Agility-Attack Type Battle Soul King"
"Level 55 Power Attack System Battle Soul King." ×2
"Please advise!" ×6
As soon as he finished speaking, the six people opposite him simultaneously released their Martial Soul.
Soul Ring rose layer by layer from beneath his feet, their various colors intertwining to create a vibrant display of Soul Power in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The tall boy was covered in dark red scales, his arms were thicker, and sharp claws extended from the tips of his five fingers. Five Soul Ring, three yellow and two purple, steadily circled his body.
His companion on the left unfurled a pair of translucent wings with metallic edges, also bearing five rings, two yellow and three purple.
Behind them stood two people side by side. One of them had a pale golden ball of light condensing between his palms, with four Soul Ring flickering. The other person had a swirling aura around him, and five purple energy emanated from him.
Further back, two sturdy students shouted simultaneously, their skin revealing rock-like textures, and both had two yellow and three purple Soul Ring Configuration.
Six waves of Soul Power were released simultaneously, causing the dust at the edge of the training ground to swirl outwards.
Xie Xie whistled softly from the sidelines, but many people in the stands heard it.
He tilted his head and winked at Tang Wulin: "Back in the day, this lineup could have easily beaten our entire Class Zero to a pulp."
Tang Wulin didn't reply, but instead narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Yun Jingheng in the center of the arena, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Ye Xinglan stood two meters away from him, arms crossed, scanning the opposing team's formation. Her tone was flat. "53, 56, 58. Five Soul King with one Soul Ancestor. If the formation is arranged properly, they can indeed unleash a decent combined attack."
She paused, then added, "It's quite a passionate affair."
Yuanen Yehui chuckled but didn't say anything.
After listening to the opposing team announce their ranks, Yun Jingheng in the center of the arena, slowly swept his gaze over the six people. His expression was neither arrogant nor tense.
He raised his hand and gently straightened his cuffs.
It was a very casual movement, but the six people opposite him tensed their shoulders and backs almost simultaneously.
A certain intuitive warning before a duel between masters, like a wild beast sensing danger.
Yun Jingheng's lips curved into a smile.
Behind him, a crescent Crescent Moon emerged from the void, its cool arc of light hanging behind him, as if the night had been torn open prematurely.
The fluctuation of Soul Power was not intense, but the chill emanating from Crescent Moon spread silently like a tide. Without any intention of revealing its sharpness, it caused the six people opposite to take a half step back in unison.
"Level 70, Power Attack System Quasi- Soul Saint"
Yun Jingheng's voice was unhurried, as if he were casually mentioning something in a relaxed conversation, "Please enlighten me."
The next moment, four black Soul Ring and two red Soul Ring rose one after another from beneath his feet, steadily encircling his body.
The soft glow of the Crescent Moon blended with the aura of the Soul Ring, spreading across the bluestone pavement, casting long, cold, and serene shadows.
"Fog Cao--!!!"
"Four black and two red? Is this a normal Soul Ring Configuration?"
"Red... red Soul Ring? Ten thousand years?! Two of them?!"
"A level 70 Soul Saint fighting a group of Five-Ring Soul King? How can they possibly win? It's a complete annihilation!"
"But he said 'quasi -Soul Saint,' which means he just broke through and hasn't condensed his Seventh Soul Ring? That doesn't make sense either; even without Seventh Soul Ring, he's still considered a peak Soul Emperor..."
Tan Qing stood in the crowd of New Zero Class, his shield still in his hand, his gaze fixed on the two deep red Soul Ring. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned to his New Zero Class teammates beside him. "... Did someone like this graduate from our academy back then?"
His teammate shrugged, looking even more bewildered than him.
The opposing team's formation was visibly disrupted.
The psychological impact of those two red Soul Ring was far greater than the actual difference in Soul Power. The tall boy gritted his teeth and whispered, "Stay calm! He's just a quasi -Soul Saint. He doesn't even have Martial Soul Avatar yet. We outnumber him, don't panic!"
Even so, the dark red scales at the tips of his claws twitched slightly, revealing his turbulent state of mind.
Yun Jingheng stood there without moving, the Crescent Moon hanging quietly behind him, the six Soul Ring slowly rotating. He didn't even adopt any fighting stance, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, as if waiting for someone to make the first move.
"What, aren't you going to attack first?" he asked, his tone very gentle.
The tall boy gritted his teeth and swung his arm sharply. "Go! Control the field, provide support, and launch a powerful attack on both flanks!"
Before the words were even finished, the level 49 support-type Soul Ancestor moved first. A pale golden ball of light suddenly spread out between his palms, and six thin golden lines simultaneously connected to the backs of all his teammates, instantly increasing the Soul Power fluctuation by more than 20%.
At the same time, the agile attack-type Soul King, surrounded by swirling air currents, swayed and, with a flap of his wings, circled to the left and slightly behind Yun Jingheng, moving so fast that he left three afterimages in the setting sun.
Two Power Attack System rock-type battle-body Soul King charged forward from the left and right, their heavy footsteps creating fine cracks in the ground.
The tall, dark red-scaled Soul King did not rush forward. Instead, he stopped ten meters away and suddenly clenched his fist. A dark red ball of light condensed at the tip of his claw blade. The ball of light twisted and expanded, emitting a scorching aura. It was obviously a high-level Soul Skill that required charging.
The formation is tight, the division of labor is clear, the support takes the initiative to control the field and provide buffs, the agile attackers disrupt the flanks, the frontal double attack restrains, and the back row gathers power for the final blow.
A low gasp escaped from the stands; the coordination was indeed skillful.
Yun Jingheng's gaze slowly swept across the room from left to right, taking in the position and movement of everyone, and then he made his move.
The movement was minor; he simply raised his right hand and gestured it slightly forward.
The Second Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
A dazzling ice lotus bloomed at Yun Jingheng's feet, its radiant glow protecting him.
The fists of the two Rock Battle Body Soul King slammed down almost simultaneously, their heavy rock fists carrying the force of a thousand pounds, striking the barrier surface with a muffled echo.
The Moonlight Barrier rippled very shallowly, and then nothing happened.
The pupils of the two Soul King shrank sharply.
Where the fist landed, the thin Moonlight Barrier didn't even leave a crack. Instead, a pulling force surged from the depths of the barrier, causing their center of gravity to tilt slightly forward.
The agility-based Soul King's wing blade followed closely behind, piercing in from the left with a sharp whistling sound, precisely striking a "weak point" in the barrier.
But he immediately realized he had misjudged the situation. The feeling of the blade tip touching the barrier was like plunging into a ball of extremely dense water, unable to advance an inch. Instead, he was pulled towards Yun Jingheng by that invisible suction force.
"What--?!"
An uproar erupted in the stands.
The tall Soul King finally released the dark red ball of light he had been gathering, which crashed into the barrier with a scorching tail. This time, the force was greater than all the previous attacks combined, and the explosive shockwave rippled outwards, causing several students nearby to cover their eyes.
However, after the smoke and dust dissipated, the Moonlight Barrier remained suspended steadily, its surface even brighter than before, as if the impact had infused it with some kind of energy.
"Can't be broken?!" Tan Qing blurted out from the sidelines.
The tall Soul King's face darkened completely.
The Moonlight Barrier beneath Yun Jingheng's feet remained unmoved, but in his vision, the six people opposite him had already been forcibly pulled towards him by the pull effect of the second Soul Skill.
Although he tried his best to control the traction, they were still affected.
The two Rock-Body Battle Soul King leaned forward, the Agility-type Soul King was forced to fold its wings and land, and even the Dark Red Scaled Soul King behind them took a small half step forward, the sparks remaining on its claws still crackling.
Yun Jingheng moved.
With a flick of his right hand, the attraction of his second Soul Skill instantly turned into repulsion, repelling the people "stuck" to the shield.
He casually raised his left hand and waved it forward as if brushing away a speck of dust.
The First Soul Ring suddenly blazed brightly, and a dazzling white and blue crescent moon shot out, its blade light precisely piercing through the gaps in the six-person formation, heading straight for the level 49 support-type Soul Ancestor in the back row.
The arc of light was incredibly fast, leaving a chilling arc in the setting sun, cutting through the air with a subtle hum.
The support-type Soul Ancestor's expression changed drastically. The pale golden ball in his hand spun rapidly, attempting to condense a defense in front of him. However, Crescent Moon was a step faster than him, grazing his arm. The cuff of his training uniform ripped open with a "hiss," revealing a thin layer of bloodstains on the skin beneath, which were still slowly freezing.
He staggered back two steps, the golden thread trembling violently. Although it didn't break completely, its light dimmed considerably.
"He's playing support! To protect--"
Before the tall Soul King could finish speaking, Yun Jingheng's third Soul Ring had already lit up.
New Moon Assault.
In that instant, his figure transformed into a flowing silver-white light, moving so fast that his physical form was almost invisible.
His body was in a near-ethereal state during the charge, passing right past the tall man.
The man tried to reach out to stop him, but his fingertips passed through his silhouette, only managing to grasp a handful of illusory moonlight.
In the next instant, Yun Jingheng appeared in front of the support-type Soul Ancestor.
The distance between the two is less than an arm's length.
However, at the very moment of landing, the ice lotus that had silently bloomed beneath Yun Jingheng's feet suddenly trembled. The ice lotus, which had previously only served as a defensive barrier, surged with chilling energy and exploded with a bang.
From the point where Yun Jingheng's toes touched the ground, ice crystals spread outwards at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
Silvery-white frost patterns burst open along the cracks in the bluestone slabs, and hexagonal crystals climbed upwards layer by layer, each inch reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, dyeing the entire area in an almost dreamlike cool hue.
The closest support-type Soul Ancestor was the first to be hit; ice crystals climbed up his ankles to his calves at such a speed that he didn't even have time to feel fear.
Immediately afterwards, the surging cold air, like a tangible wave, exploded outwards from Yun Jingheng's center.
The five Soul King who rushed to the rescue were instantly blown out of the arena by the shockwave.
Within a 15-meter radius of the edge of the entire training field, the overwhelming ice crystals resembled a suddenly formed frigid forest, their sharp edges standing out starkly in the twilight.
Each crystal was sharp and transparent, refracting the last orange-red hue of the sky, a breathtakingly beautiful sight. In the center of this ice crystal forest, only two people remained standing.
Yun Jingheng stood in the center, his aura had calmed down, the Crescent Moon had faded, his Soul Ring had retracted, his hands hung at his sides, and even his breathing showed no obvious change.
He turned his head and glanced at the support-type Soul Ancestor beside him, whose knees and below were covered by a thin layer of ice. His tone was very soft. "I controlled my Soul Power. The ice isn't thick; he won't get frostbite."
The support-type Soul Ancestor's lips trembled. He looked down at the ice crystals beneath his feet, then looked up at his five teammates scattered haphazardly at the edge of the field. Finally, he slowly exhaled and put away the golden orb in his hand, which had dimmed to the point of near extinction.
"I surrender."