Battle Between the Four Senior Nephews and Their Junior Uncle

On the training field, Yun Jingheng stood in the center, facing the four members of Class Zero.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, and Gu Yue stood in a row.

Yun Jingheng turned and glanced back at the stands.

Wu Zhangkong sat at the very front, arms crossed, expressionless.

Shen Yi sat next to him, holding something in his hand.

Ye Xinglan leaned against the edge of the stands, arms crossed, her golden ponytail fluttering in the wind.

Zhuo Shi sat at the very back, holding a cup of tea. His expression was sour, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Yun Jingheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Ye Xinglan.

"Are you just going to stand by and watch? Aren't you going to help?"

Ye Xinglan rolled her eyes.

"You're enough on your own." Her voice drifted down from the stands, tinged with schadenfreude.

Yun Jingheng's lips twitched slightly. He turned back and looked at the four people opposite him.

Tang Wulin clenched his fist, and golden patterns faintly appeared on his arm.

Xie Xie had his hands in his pockets, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Xu Xiaoyan's ears were red at the tips, but her gaze was very serious.

Even Gu Yue's face showed a hint of... evil smile?

"Jing Heng... Martial Uncle, I'm sorry to offend you." Tang Wulin said, and was the first to rush forward.

Yun Jingheng sighed, and the Moonlight Sword materialized in his hand.

Actually, this battle was a bit more difficult than Yun Jingheng had imagined.

The main difficulty lies in Gu Yue.

This guy has no intention of pretending at all.

The level cap is fixed; what does it mean to have a third-ring player overwhelming Four Rings player?

Douluo I began, Yun Jingheng sensed something was wrong.

Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw was incredibly powerful; each punch carried a whistling wind, forcing him to retreat continuously.

But the one who really gave him a headache wasn't Tang Wulin, but Gu Yue.

She stood at the very back, raised her hands, and unleashed a barrage of ice, fire, wind, and earth elements as if they were free.

Ice spikes, fireballs, wind blades, and earth spikes rained down, their angles ridiculously unpredictable.

She's the one who's the main attacker!

Moreover, her elemental accuracy was terrifying—every time Yun Jingheng was about to land, she would throw a fireball at that exact spot.

Every time he tried to swing his sword, the wind blades would strike his blade, deflecting his Crescent Slash.

Every time he tried to break out in a certain direction, the earthen wall would rise up there.

His rhythm was completely disrupted.

"Stop it! You're bullying me!" Yun Jingheng shouted as he dodged.

Gu Yue didn't answer, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and the fireball in her hand grew even larger.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang Wulin threw a punch, but Yun Jingheng dodged to the side, the force of the punch grazing his shoulder.

Before he could even regain his footing, Xu Xiaoyan's control had already arrived, sealing off his escape route.

He could only jump upwards.

Gu Yue's wind blades awaited him in mid-air.

"C--" Yun Jingheng twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, the wind blades grazing past his clothes, leaving a tear in his sleeve.

He landed on the ground, rolled over once, and looked quite disheveled.

Xie Xie seized the opportunity, cutting in from the side, his hands transforming into blades of light, heading straight for Yun Jingheng's back.

He was so fast that he was just a blur.

He thought his shot would hit.

Yun Jingheng did not turn around.

He kicked back with his right foot, hitting Xie Xie squarely in the stomach.

"Walk!"

Xie Xie's eyes widened in shock, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing to the sidelines with a "bang."

He clutched his stomach, curled up on the ground, his mouth opening and closing like a fish that had been washed ashore.

"One out." Yun Jingheng didn't even turn his head, continuing to dodge Gu Yue's fireballs.

In the stands, Wu Zhangkong's lips twitched.

He glanced at Zhuo Shi, Zhuo Shi was holding a teacup, expressionless, but the look in his eyes was a silent question.

This is the kind of thing you taught?

Xie Xie struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall, his face pale.

"He... he lacks martial ethics..." No one paid him any attention.

He squatted in the corner, withdrawn and isolated.

There are three players left on the field.

Tang Wulin, Xu Xiaoyan, Gu Yue.

Yun Jingheng had consumed a lot of his Soul Power, his clothes had several holes burned by the fireball, and there were ice shards in his hair.

He was panting as he looked at Gu Yue.

Are you sure this is the Third Ring Road?

Gu Yue smiled and tilted her head.

"Uncle-Master doesn't believe me?"

Yun Jingheng paused for a moment, then said, "I believe you."

He took a deep breath and activated his fourth Soul Ring: Moonlight Sword Dance.

His wrist began to rotate, and sword energy shot out from the spinning tip of the sword, one after another, pouring towards Gu Yue.

He no longer cared about Tang Wulin and Xu Xiaoyan; he had only one goal—to get Gu Yue out of there first.

Gu Yue looked at the overwhelming sword energy and finally stopped smiling.

Her hands moved swiftly in front of her, drawing circles, creating three layers of defense: an ice wall, an earthen wall, and a fire wall.

The sword energy struck, shattering the first layer of ice wall, cracking the second layer of earthen wall, and slicing through the third layer of fire wall.

Gu Yue took a step back and erected another wind wall. The sword energy was deflected by the wind wall and flew past her on both sides.

She took another step back, erecting another ice wall, and the sword energy shattered into another layer.

She was retreating, but her elemental condensation speed was slightly slower than the attack speed of the sword energy.

That alone was enough for the sword energy to break through her defenses.

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up.

He saw that Yun Jingheng's entire attention was on Gu Yue, and all the sword energy of the Moonlight Sword Dance was poured towards Gu Yue, leaving his back empty.

Hehehe~ Uncle-Master~ I'm here!

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, leaped high into the air, golden scales covering his entire right arm, and punched Yun Jingheng in the back.

He used all his strength in that punch.

Then he was slapped down by a hairy paw.

The Nine-Tailed Frost Moon Fox emerged from Yun Jingheng's fourth Soul Ring, moving with the speed of a silver-white lightning bolt.

Nine tails spread out behind it, each hair gleaming.

It appeared above Tang Wulin, and pressed down with its front paws, hitting Tang Wulin's back squarely.

Tang Wulin's eyes widened in disbelief. He felt an immense force coming from his back, as if he had been struck by a mountain, and he plummeted straight down from the sky.

"Bang—" He crashed to the ground, cracking the stone slab in several places.

He lay prone in the middle of the crevice, his chest tight and he couldn't breathe.

The Nine-Tailed Frost Moon Fox landed beside him, looking down at him with a sly glint in its eyes.

That guy with terrifying bloodlines, only a fool would fight him head-on.

It stretched out its paw, patted him on the face, and then turned and walked away.

Tang Wulin lay on the ground, still not realizing what had happened.

Xu Xiaoyan's expression changed.

She raised the Star Wheel Ice Staff, starlight gathering at its tip, attempting to control Yun Jingheng.

But the Nine-Tailed Frost Moon Fox was too fast. Just as she raised her ice staff, a silver-white shadow pounced in front of her.

The Nine-Tailed Frost Moon Fox pressed its front paws on her shoulders, knocking her to the ground.

"Ah--!"

The Star Wheel Ice Staff flew out of his hand, landed on the ground, and rolled twice.

Xu Xiaoyan lay on the ground, looking into the eyes of the Nine-Tailed Frost Moon Fox, her own face reflected in its pupils.

Her face turned pale, and her ears were no longer red.

The Nine-Tailed Frost Moon Fox looked down at her, a slight smile playing on its lips.

Yes, a fox is laughing.

It stuck out its tongue and licked her face.

Xu Xiaoyan closed her eyes.

Xiao Jiu stood up, shook its fur, and its nine tails swayed gently behind it.

It glanced back at Yun Jingheng, then at the remaining people in the room, and grinned.

Then, they started spinning in circles.

As it spun around, streaks of sword energy, just like Yun Jingheng's, shot out from its nine tails.

Ever since Yun Jingheng acquired his Fourth Spirit Ability, it has also learned this shameless Soul Skill.

So now... time to be cheeky.

A blinding silver light flashed from Yun Jingheng's chest, and a Full Moon appeared behind him.

Soul Bone Skill.

Gu Yue's expression finally changed.

A sword aura flew from the front, and she dodged it by sidestepping.

The second arrow flew from the side, and she ducked to avoid it.

The third strike came down from above, and she leaned back to avoid it.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth, one after another, one upon another, flew in from all directions.

She couldn't stay where she was anymore.

She activated the spatial elements, and her body began to flicker, teleporting from one location to another, and then from one location to another.

Her figure moved erratically on the field, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, like a constantly leaping ghost.

The sword energy chased after her; she dodged the first one, but the second one followed closely behind. She dodged the second one, but the third one arrived.

She kept dodging, kept flashing, kept teleporting.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead; this was the first time she had sweated that day.

"Xiao Jiu!"

Gu Yue's voice entered Xiao Jiu's mind, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, "I am your Lord! How could you bully me with him?!"

Xiao Jiu paused for a moment while spinning around.

It glanced at Gu Yue, then at Yun Jingheng, before continuing to circle, its sword energy still shooting out.

Its mouth was curved, curved very high.

Gu Yue took a deep breath, stopped talking, and continued to hide.

Yun Jingheng twirled the sword with one hand, sword energy shooting out from the tip of the Moonlight Sword, while his other hand took out a Milk Bottle from his Storage Soul Tool and turned it on.

With his Soul Power restored, he threw the empty Milk Bottle on the ground and took out another one.

The sword energy never stops, Milk Bottle never stops.

Several empty Milk Bottle soon appeared on the ground, glistening in the sunlight.

Gu Yue watched him release sword energy while "drinking milk" and her lips twitched.

She'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

I gave you the Soul Bone! I gave you the Soul Spirit!

Three Rings is definitely no match for him! His bloodline isn't strong enough to exert any pressure on him!

Xie Xie watched this horrifying scene from the sidelines...

How could they possibly beat the Great Demon Gu Yue into this state?

He glanced at Tang Wulin was lying on the ground preparing to stand up.

Xu Xiaoyan was also stunned and sat down on the ground.

In that case...

All I can say about that kick just now is: Great kick, bro, great kick.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Gu Yue conceded defeat.

Gu Yue stood still, her hands hanging down, and the elements dissipated.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes had several tears, and sweat streamed down her face.

She looked at Yun Jingheng, and Yun Jingheng looked at her.

The sword energy is still flying, Xiao Jiu is still spinning, and the Milk Bottle is still being changed.

Gu Yue took a deep breath and raised her voice.

"I said I'm not playing anymore--!"

Yun Jingheng's wrist stopped.

The sword energy disappeared.

Xiao Jiu stopped spinning, its nine tails drooping down, and it tilted its head to look at her.

Gu Yue held the water glass that had appeared in her hand at some point, took a sip, and turned to walk towards the sidelines.

"Uncle-Master won." The voice was filled with gritted teeth.

Halfway there, he turned around and glared fiercely at the fox rubbing against someone's trouser leg.