Thud!
Zhou Yi felt her legs go weak. It was as if every bone had been pulled from her body, leaving her without the slightest strength.
What the hell was that? He was only a new student, yet his Martial Soul was terrifyingly powerful. And... what was with that fearsome Dragon Might?
Zhou Yi's Martial Soul was a Red Dragon, and as it happened, Xiao Yan's Martial Soul was a Little Fire Dragon. Although it wasn't Dragon-type, it still belonged to the same lineage as the dragons, so it was only natural that it could use Dragon Breath and carry a bit of Dragon Might.
But Xiao Yan hadn't expected this. He'd only wanted to teach a classmate a lesson and establish his authority, so he could enjoy a more comfortable three months. What was Zhou Yi's problem?
Across from him, the chubby Xiong Hui had withstood the Dragon Flame, but his movements had stiffened. Electricity crackled over his body—he'd evidently triggered Dragon Breath's additional effect and been paralyzed.
"I... I surrender!"
Xiong Hui struggled, but found himself unable to move properly, his body stiff and sluggish. If Xiao Yan used Dragon Breath again now, he wouldn't be able to defend himself. Xiao Yan would roast him alive.
Damn it, he'd only been momentarily greedy, wanting the Purple Sun Pill that could help people cultivate. He definitely hadn't wanted to lose his life to Xiao Yan!
Seeing that his opponent had surrendered, Xiao Yan had no intention of continuing the fight. He dispelled Martial Soul Possession and looked toward the audience:
"Anyone else want to give it a try?"
It wasn't easy to get everyone together. If he didn't beat them all into submission at once, he'd probably have to deal with the tiresome business of beating the young only for their elders to come after him.
The audience fell silent. No one dared provoke Xiao Yan, especially after seeing how terrifyingly strong he was.
Xiong Hui wasn't weak. He was even considered above average in the class. Yet despite his defense and attack power, he hadn't managed to touch Xiao Yan once. How could anyone else be confident they could beat him?
There was, however, one exception.
She was a girl with short red hair, fair skin, and a fiery temperament.
"I'll challenge you!"
Xiao Yan glanced to the side. Sure enough, beside the girl stood a little girl with short golden hair. Who else could they be but Ning Tian and Wu Feng?
"Heh, Wu Feng, right?"
Xiao Yan watched her leap down from the audience and onto the dueling platform, then kick the paralyzed Xiong Hui back into the stands. Once she'd done so, he said:
"You must have felt it just now. With your Martial Soul, you'll be at a disadvantage fighting me."
"Hmph! We'll see who wins!"
Wu Feng couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. The fiery-tempered girl immediately activated her Martial Soul, and her Second Soul Ring began to shine. She'd opened with her second Soul Skill—Dragon's Wrath!
Don't misunderstand. This wasn't the Dragon's Wrath that dealt a fixed 40 points of damage. It was a buff skill.
Once activated, it strengthened Wu Feng's physical abilities and the damage dealt by her Soul Skills. In particular, her First Soul Skill, Dragon Fire, would have its damage doubled.
It was practically cut from the same mold as Xiao Yan's thousand-year Soul Skill, though its numbers weren't nearly as outrageous.
Seeing her make her move, Xiao Yan didn't waste any words. He summoned his Martial Soul—Little Fire Dragon.
"Little Fire Dragon, Dragon Breath!"
"What kind of Martial Soul is that? It can even be released outside the body? Is it an intelligent Martial Soul?"
In the audience, Zhou Yi had finally managed to get back to her feet. Seeing Xiao Yan release his Martial Soul, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She'd thought Xiao Yan had, at most, a slightly stronger dragon Martial Soul that suppressed her own Red Dragon Martial Soul, making her legs go weak and causing her to fall. She hadn't expected his Martial Soul to be able to leave his body and manifest outside it!
That was usually the domain of Tool Martial Souls. Xiao Yan had overturned that assumption entirely. His talent was truly jaw-dropping.
Zhou Yi turned to Mu Jin almost at once and said:
"Teacher Mu, this student's Martial Soul is a Fire Dragon, and he's got such a fiery temper. You can't handle him. Let him transfer to my class instead."
Mu Jin gave an awkward laugh, then looked toward Xiao Yan. There was no calculation in her gaze, only warmth.
"About that, Teacher Zhou, you should ask Xiao Yan what he thinks."
Zhou Yi nodded. If she could get this student into her class, her promotion this year would be guaranteed. (Ahem!)
Back on the battlefield, Wu Feng was shocked by how unusual Xiao Yan's Martial Soul was, but it didn't stop her from testing him.
To be honest, she hadn't wanted to pick a fight with Xiao Yan. But he'd looked at Ning Tian more than once, clearly coveting her beauty.
She didn't know why, but just thinking about it made her grit her teeth. As it happened, Ning Tian had asked her to test Xiao Yan's strength and, if possible, recruit him into the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.
Since that was the case, Wu Feng had every reason to openly teach this guy a lesson.
Ning Tian, I'll protect you!
Wu Feng's First Soul Ring shone. Flames surged around her body, and she angrily hurled a punch, her fist wreathed in fire and rushing forward with tremendous force!
"First Soul Skill, Dragon Fire!"
"Little Fire Dragon, Dragon Breath!"
Flames gathered in Xiao Yan's hand. At the same time, Dragon Flame welled up in Little Fire Dragon's mouth—but instead of attacking Wu Feng, it blasted Xiao Yan.
"!!!"
Wu Feng's eyes widened. She thought Xiao Yan had lost his mind, but then she saw his aura surge higher and higher. She hesitated no longer and threw a Blazing Fist, trying to send him flying.
Xiao Yan wasn't stupid. He retreated several steps to avoid her strongest attack, buying time as he went.
In his hand, Dragon Flame and his own fire intertwined, overlapped, and condensed into a gorgeous purple-red Fire Lotus. But fusing two kinds of flame was naturally much harder than concentrating just one.
Wu Feng pressed forward, and Xiao Yan retreated again and again. The other students on the platform gradually grew impatient. Some even shouted:
"Xiao Yan! What are you doing? Afraid to hit her?"
Xiao Yan glanced at the person who'd shouted, then curled his lips into a smile. With a casual lift of his hand, he sent the purple-red Fire Lotus flying.
"I have a skill to show you all! Please, lend me your ears!"
"Buddha's Wrath! Fire Lotus!"
"!!!"
Wu Feng's eyes widened as a powerful sense of danger spread through her. Even with Dragon's Wrath active, she didn't dare meet that attack head-on. She could only dodge as best she could—only to see Little Fire Dragon behind her, gathering flames.
"I surrender!"
She shouted almost reflexively. The next instant, the flames in Little Fire Dragon's mouth vanished. But Xiao Yan couldn't take back the Fire Lotus, so it slammed into the barrier around the dueling platform.
Boom—!
Thick smoke billowed, and even the barrier trembled. Cracks spread across its surface, and the scorching heat seeped through, radiating into the audience.
The student who'd just been taunting Xiao Yan was now cowering like a turtle with its head tucked in.
Good heavens, they'd known he was building up to something big, but who could've guessed it'd be this big?
Seeing Wu Feng surrender, Xiao Yan looked toward the audience once more and repeated his earlier question:
"Anyone else want to give it a try?"
No one answered. No one dared.
Xiao Yan was like Asura as he asked them all a question that made their hearts tremble with fear.
"Anyone else want to come up here and die?"
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