Wu Feng (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Thump!

Zhou Yi felt her legs go weak, as if her bones had been pulled out, leaving her without any strength.

What in the world was this? Just a freshman, yet possessing such a terrifying Martial Soul, and... what was with this oppressive dragon might?

Zhou Yi's Martial Soul was a Red Dragon, and coincidentally, Xiao Yan's was a Little Fire Dragon. Although it lacked the dragon attribute, it was still from the same lineage, so it was natural for him to possess Dragon Breath and a bit of dragon might.

But Xiao Yan hadn't expected that by merely wanting to teach a classmate a lesson and establish his authority to make his next three months more comfortable, Zhou Yi would react like this.

Across from him, the chubby Xiong Hui had withstood that burst of Dragon Flame, but his movements were stiff, with electricity surging through him. It was clear he had triggered the Dragon Breath's additional effect and was paralyzed.

"I... I surrender!"

Xiong Hui struggled, realizing his movements were difficult and stiff. If Xiao Yan were to unleash Dragon's Breath again at this moment, he definitely wouldn't be able to defend and would be roasted alive by Xiao Yan.

What the heck, he'd only had a moment of greed for that Purple Sun Pill that could aid cultivation, he definitely didn't want to die for Xiao Yan!

Seeing the opponent surrender, Xiao Yan had no intention of continuing. He dispelled his Martial Soul Possession state and looked towards the spectator stands.

"Anyone else want to try?"

It wasn't easy for everyone to gather here. If he didn't subdue everyone at once, he'd likely face trouble with elders coming after the juniors in the future.

The spectator stands were silent. No one dared to provoke Xiao Yan, especially after witnessing his terrifying strength.

Xiong Hui wasn't weak; he could even be considered upper-middle tier in the class. Yet, even with Xiong Hui's defense and offense, he couldn't even touch Xiao Yan. How could anyone else be confident in defeating him?

However, there was one exception.

It was a girl with short red hair, fair skin, and a fiery temperament.

"I'll challenge you!"

Xiao Yan glanced over. As expected, beside this girl was a little girl with short blonde hair. It could only be the Ning Tian and Wu Feng duo.

"Heh, Wu Feng, right?"

Xiao Yan watched as the girl jumped from the spectator stands onto the battle platform, then kicked the paralyzed Xiong Hui back into the stands before speaking.

"You should have felt it just now. With your Martial Soul, you'd be at a disadvantage fighting me."

"Hmph! Who wins and who loses isn't decided yet!"

Wu Feng couldn't be bothered with his nonsense. The fiery-tempered girl immediately activated her Martial Soul, and simultaneously, her second spirit ring flashed, revealing that she had also activated her second spirit skill—Dragon's Wrath!

Don't misunderstand, this wasn't the Dragon's Wrath that dealt a fixed 40 damage, but a buffing skill.

After activation, Wu Feng's physical attributes and spirit skill damage would increase, especially her first spirit skill—Dragon Fire, whose damage would double.

It was practically a carbon copy of Xiao Yan's thousand-year spirit skill, just with less monstrous stats.

Seeing her display, Xiao Yan wasted no words and summoned his Martial Soul—Little Fire Dragon.

"Little Fire Dragon, continue Dragon Breath!"

"What kind of Martial Soul is this? It can be projected externally? An intelligent Martial Soul?"

In the spectator stands, Zhou Yi, who had finally managed to get up, nearly dropped her eyes at the sight of Xiao Yan releasing his Martial Soul.

She had thought Xiao Yan merely had a slightly stronger dragon-type Martial Soul that suppressed her Red Dragon Martial Soul, causing her legs to go weak. She hadn't expected his Martial Soul could actually be projected externally!

This was usually the domain of tool-type Martial Souls, but Xiao Yan had overturned that concept. Such talent was truly jaw-dropping.

Zhou Yi almost immediately turned to Mu Jin and said, "Teacher Mu, this student's Martial Soul is a Fire Dragon, and his temper is so fiery. You can't handle him, so let him transfer to my class."

Mu Jin chuckled twice, then looked at Xiao Yan. There was no calculation of benefit in her gaze, only gentleness.

"Regarding this, Teacher Zhou should ask student Xiao Yan for his opinion."

Zhou Yi nodded. If she could poach this student, her promotion this year would be secured (a huge stretch)!

Returning to the battlefield, although Wu Feng was shocked by the peculiarity of Xiao Yan's Martial Soul, it didn't stop her from making a probing move.

Honestly, she didn't want to clash with Xiao Yan, but this guy had looked at Ning Tian more than once, clearly coveting her beauty.

For some reason, the thought made her grit her teeth. Coincidentally, Ning Tian had asked her to test Xiao Yan's strength and, if possible, try to recruit him into the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

Since that was the case, Wu Feng had a legitimate reason to teach this guy a lesson.

Ning Tian, I will protect you!

The girl's first spirit ring flashed, and flames surged around her body. Then, she angrily threw a punch, her fist wreathed in flames, surging forward!

"First Spirit Skill, Dragon Fire!"

"Little Fire Dragon, Dragon Breath!"

Flames condensed in Xiao Yan's hand, and simultaneously, Dragon Flame gathered in the Little Fire Dragon's mouth. Instead of attacking Wu Feng, it sprayed towards Xiao Yan.

"!!!"

Wu Feng's eyes widened, thinking Xiao Yan had lost his mind. But then she saw his aura surge continuously. Without hesitation, she unleashed her Blazing Fist, intending to blast Xiao Yan away.

The latter was naturally not foolish. He retreated several steps, temporarily avoiding the brunt of the attack, constantly stalling for time.

And in his hands, Dragon Flame and his own flames were constantly intertwining, overlapping, and condensing into a magnificent purplish-red fire lotus. However, condensing two types of flames was, after all, much more difficult than condensing one.

Wu Feng pressed forward step by step, forcing Xiao Yan to retreat again and again, until the other students on the viewing platform grew impatient, with some even shouting:

"Xiao Yan! What are you doing! Are you too afraid to fight?"

Xiao Yan glanced at the person who had spoken, then curled the corner of his mouth, casually raised his hand, and pushed the purple-red fire lotus forward.

"I have a technique! Pray, listen closely!"

"Buddha's Fury! Fire Lotus!"

"!!!"

Wu Feng's eyes widened as an intense premonition of danger spread through her heart. Even with Dragon's Wrath activated, she dared not clash head-on, attempting only to dodge with all her might, yet she saw the Little Fire Dragon behind her gathering flames.

"I concede!"

She shouted almost as a reflex. The next instant, the flames in the Little Fire Dragon's mouth vanished, but Xiao Yan's fire lotus could not be recalled, leaving it to slam directly into the barrier of the dueling arena.

BOOM—!

Thick smoke billowed, and even the barrier trembled, with cracks spreading across its surface. The intense heat even penetrated the barrier, radiating out toward the spectator stands.

As for the student who had been clamoring at Xiao Yan just moments ago, he had now retreated into his shell like a frightened turtle.

Good heavens, they knew he was brewing something big, but who could have known he would brew something this massive!

Seeing Wu Feng concede, Xiao Yan looked toward the spectator stands once more and repeated his earlier question.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come and try?"

No one could respond; no one dared to respond.

Xiao Yan stood like an Asura, asking everyone a question that chilled them to the bone.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and court death?"