I Want to Fight Thirty

Inside the Soul Fighting Zone, Arena One, the atmosphere was scorching.

The team battles for the fourth-year assessment of the outer courtyard were in full swing, with the light and shadows of colliding soul skills and the whistling of wind filling the air.

"The winner of this three-on-three round is—Team Tang Ya! Advancing to the semifinals!"

The referee's booming voice echoed throughout the arena, and whispers immediately erupted from the spectator stands.

"Her Blue Silver Grass is simply too strong; her control is airtight... and that fourth soul ring is a Blue Silver Cage. Could the legend of the Thousand-Hand Asura truly be resurfacing?"

"Don't forget her surname is Tang. Could she really be a descendant of that person? But wasn't the Tang Sect long since..."

"I heard that back then, overnight... they were wiped out..."

The murmurs drifted faintly into Tang Ya's ears. Her expression remained calm, but her gaze grew increasingly resolute.

These words did not shake her; instead, they caused her conviction to win the championship to take even deeper root in her heart.

Since successfully absorbing the seven-thousand-year Earth Cave Spider soul ring, Tang Ya's strength had surged, leading her to a winning streak that brought her directly into the semifinals of the assessment.

Yet, a scorching fire still burned in Tang Ya's eyes. She wanted to keep fighting, to strive for a higher position—this was the only path to revitalizing the Tang Sect.

On the other side, in the New Student Class Nine classroom, Teacher Mu Jin stood at the podium, holding a list of group assignments for the first-year student assessment.

"Next, I will group you into the most optimal combinations based on your usual synergy, martial soul characteristics, and soul skill compatibility."

She scanned the class and continued, "Group One: Lin Feng, Ning Tian, Wu Feng. Group Two... Everyone stand up now and gather at the Soul Fighting Zone. Today's lesson is a practical simulation."

After speaking, Mu Jin specifically kept the trio of Lin, Ning, and Wu behind to give them instructions.

"Don't worry, Teacher," Ning Tian said confidently. "With Lin Feng, a Soul Ancestor, on our side, the championship for the new student assessment is definitely ours."

Mu Jin nodded, her tone becoming slightly more serious: "Remember, even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use its full strength. Never underestimate your opponents during the assessment."

Wu Feng joked from the side: "I suggest we let Lin Feng fight three-on-one while Ning Tian and I just sit on the sidelines eating melon seeds."

"Three is too few. I want to fight thirty. Let's decide on that."

"Fine, fine, you really let the praise go to your head."

"I agree to Lin Feng's request. I want to see the limits of this Soul Ancestor."

"Thank you for your support, Teacher."

The students of New Student Class Nine quickly assembled in the Soul Fighting Zone.

The Soul Fighting Zone was the primary venue for practical combat at Shrek Academy, used for both private duels and formal assessment matches.

The arena was spacious, surrounded by observation seats, and the ground was paved with special materials capable of withstanding the impact of most soul skills.

By now, the area below the stage was bustling with people. The students of Class Nine gathered in small groups, fiercely discussing tactics, occasionally gesturing with moves or arguing incessantly. The air was thick with the tension and anxiety of impending battle.

Only the corner where Lin Feng stood felt strangely, comfortably out of place.

At this moment, the referee approached Teacher Mu Jin with a look of hesitation and whispered, "Teacher Mu Jin, with so many participants from your class... even if they were seven-on-seven team battles, I'm afraid the schedule wouldn't allow for it."

Mu Jin smiled slightly, her expression composed: "It is no matter. We will only hold six matches. One will be a one-versus-thirty match, conducted by Lin Feng, Dean Yan's personal disciple. The other five will be standard three-on-three matches. Here is the list."

The referee was visibly stunned upon hearing this and subconsciously repeated, "How many? One-versus-thirty?"

Hearing the name Yan Shaozhe, he quickly recalled the information on Lin Feng, but it was soon replaced by new concerns.

Although the boy had a special status and strength far exceeding his peers, this was simply too arrogant.

While he wasn't familiar with the specific strength of Class Nine, there were certainly many Soul Grand Masters among them. Ten Soul Grand Masters surrounding one Soul Elder would be a foregone conclusion. Not to mention thirty people attacking at once; even a senior Soul Ancestor would likely struggle to escape unscathed.

"This arrangement... isn't it too risky?" The referee frowned, lowering his voice. "If something goes wrong, I cannot take the responsibility."

Mu Jin's expression remained unchanged, her tone steady and firm: "If there is any responsibility, I shall bear it. Dean Yan made his identity public early on precisely to have his peers constantly temper him. Today is the beginning."

The referee was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, took the match list, and turned to walk onto the podium.

He cleared his throat, his voice carrying through the soul tool amplifier to the entire arena:

"The match arrangements for Class Nine are as follows: five three-on-three matches, and..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd that had instantly gone silent, and said word by word:

"One one-versus-thirty match. Lin Feng will face thirty of his classmates alone."

The moment the words fell, the Soul Fighting Zone plunged into a brief, deathly silence.

Immediately afterward, an uproar erupted.

In the ranks of Class Nine, several boys who had already advanced to Soul Grand Masters exchanged glances, their mouths curling into identical, malicious smiles.

"First match, Lin Feng versus thirty."

The referee raised his right hand, his voice suddenly rising:

"Now—begin!"

At the referee's command, the ten three-man teams, unable to restrain themselves any longer, quickly spread out in a semicircle, vaguely surrounding Lin Feng in the center.

They didn't bother with deliberate positioning or coordination. Thirty against one, including twelve Soul Grand Masters—the disparity in numbers was so vast that they felt, from the bottom of their hearts, that no tactics were needed.

"Hurry up, all of you come at once." Lin Feng stood in the arena, not even bothering to take a starting stance, simply hooking his fingers at them casually. "I'm in a rush to go eat after this."

"Eating?" The tall, burly Soul Grand Master in the lead laughed in fury, his soul power surging around him. "I'll make sure you can't crawl for three days! Let's see if you're still arrogant then!"

"Too much talk."

"You're courting death!"

The burly Soul Grand Master roared, two yellow Soul Rings lighting up beneath his feet as he charged forward like a wild bull, his heavy fist smashing toward Lin Feng's face.

However, Lin Feng merely tilted his body slightly to dodge the strike, then threw a punch with his right hand that looked entirely casual.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed, accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of friction against bone.

The burly Soul Grand Master's charging momentum froze abruptly, and he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed, slamming hard into the protective light barrier several meters away before sliding down limply, already knocked unconscious.

The crowd below fell into a deathly silence for a moment, followed by an eruption of incredulous gasps.

"One, one punch?! He didn't even use soul power?!"

The referee was also stunned. He had seen it clearly: from start to finish, Lin Feng had not released a single ripple of soul power, relying purely on physical strength to incapacitate a Soul Grand Master who had already activated his soul skills with just one punch.

"All together now!"

The three closest Soul Grand Masters, shocked and enraged, exchanged a glance and simultaneously activated their Soul Rings.

One man's arms turned a rocky, grayish-white, another had sharp claws spring from his fingertips, and the third surged in speed, darting in from the flank.

This time, Lin Feng didn't even bother to dodge. Without moving his feet, he simply unleashed three punches in quick succession, swinging left and right.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three dull thuds rang out, almost simultaneously.

The three men hit the ground, struggled for a moment, and not one of them could stand back up.

Still no soul power fluctuations, still nothing but pure physical strength, without even using a single soul skill.

"This... how is this possible?!" The remaining men finally began to panic, the confidence and savage grins on their faces long since replaced by terror.

"Hurry up. If you keep stalling, there won't be any hot food left in the cafeteria."

Lin Feng shook out his wrists, his gaze sweeping calmly over the remaining twenty-six faces filled with fear and disbelief as he urged them on.