This team had also maintained an unbroken winning streak.
At its core was Ning Tian, a genius support-type Soul Master from the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect. Their main attacker was Wu Feng, hot-tempered wielder of the Red Dragon Martial Soul, while Nanmen Yun'er filled the agility-attack role. The three worked seamlessly together and were formidable opponents.
Before the match, Ning Tian and the others wore grave expressions.
They had naturally heard the terrifying story of Ji Jing killing Xu Sanshi in a single blow, but rumors were still just rumors. Besides, that had been a one-on-one fight.
"Hmph, don't let rumors scare you."
Wu Feng rolled her wrists, her joints cracking as a fighting flame burned in her eyes.
"No matter how strong he is, he's still just a Soul Elder! With Ning Tian's three Soul Skills supporting me, my strength is enough to rival a Soul Ancestor. I refuse to believe he can take me out with one punch!"
She had absolute confidence in Ning Tian's support and her own Red Dragon Martial Soul.
As for the rumors that Ji Jing had three purple Thousand-Year Soul Rings, they dismissed them with scorn, convinced they were utter nonsense.
"Begin!"
At the referee's command, the battle erupted.
"Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda!"
Ning Tian summoned her Martial Soul at once, and the three rings of light around it blazed brilliantly.
"Seven Treasures Have Names: First, Strength! Second, Speed! Third, Soul!"
Three dazzling beams of light instantly enveloped Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er, and their auras surged.
"Ji Jing! Take this!"
Wu Feng shouted. Scarlet flames surged over her body as she charged at Ji Jing with the terrifying momentum of her enhanced strength.
Yet in the face of it all, Ji Jing merely stood where he was, wearing an undisguised look of disdain.
"Trying to play with fire in front of me? That's like showing off an axe before Lu Ban."
He murmured, and the three deep purple Soul Rings behind him rose abruptly, their color so profound it made the heart tremble!
The pure pressure of thousand-year Soul Power made the temperature across the entire arena seem to drop several degrees!
"Those really are three Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"
The spectators rose to their feet, faces filled with shock.
Wu Feng and Ning Tian's pupils contracted, but the arrow was already on the string; they had no choice but to let it fly!
Just as Wu Feng's dragon claw was about to touch him, Ji Jing finally moved.
The Second Soul Ring behind him flashed.
Second Soul Skill: Solar Impact!
The speed of his next attack was increased by 1,000%, and the effect could stack up to three times!
In the next instant, Ji Jing vanished from where he stood.
He moved so fast that he surpassed the limits of his opponent's vision!
Even the Soul Saint referee at the side of the arena barely managed to catch three blurry golden afterimages.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three dull impacts rang out almost as one.
Before Ning Tian's support could truly take effect, before Wu Feng could spew out her dragon flames, all three of them were already flying backward like kites with their strings cut. They shot off the arena even faster than they had charged in and fainted on the spot.
The entire arena fell silent.
Ji Jing slowly lowered his fist, as though he had done nothing more than take care of a trivial matter.
He had held back. His attacks had merely been meant to send them flying.
With just one punch enhanced by a single Solar Impact, a support-type Soul Elder and two Soul Grandmasters would likely have suffered more than just unconsciousness. They would have been blown apart in the literal sense.
After the silence came an uproar like a landslide and a roaring sea!
For the vast majority of the outer court students, the course of the battle was a complete mystery.
They had only seen Wu Feng charge forward with fierce momentum, and then, in the next instant, Ning Tian and the others had somehow flown out of the arena.
From beginning to end, they hadn't managed to see Ji Jing move. It was as if he had simply stood there for a moment, and the fight was over.
As Ji Jing lowered his fist and turned around, golden waves of flame whipped up behind him by his extreme speed swept back like a cloak, then slowly faded away.
That overwhelming strength and the masculine aura rushing toward her struck Wang Dong right in the heart.
She felt as if an invisible hand had seized her heart, making it miss a beat.
A rush of warmth rose uncontrollably to her cheeks. She hurriedly turned her head a little, secretly watching that tall, straight-backed figure from the corner of her eye. Ripples stirred in her pink-blue eyes, unnoticed even by herself.
Every subtle change in her expression was relayed without missing a frame through Spiritual Detection Sharing, appearing in Huo Yuhao's mind.
Huo Yuhao was completely dumbfounded, as if a thunderclap had exploded in his heart.
He remembered how, a few days ago, Xiao Xiao had mysteriously pulled him aside and whispered:
"Hey, Yuhao, don't you think... Wang Dong and the class monitor have a really unusual relationship?"
Back then, he hadn't believed her. He had sternly told Xiao Xiao not to spread rumors, insisting that they were just close roommates and brothers.
And it turned out to be true!
Wang Dong... he actually had feelings for the class monitor...
Huo Yuhao's entire worldview shattered in that moment.
He looked at Wang Dong, whose face was flushed, then at the devastatingly handsome Ji Jing on the arena. A terrifying thought began to grow wildly in his mind.
"From now on... I absolutely can't go to their dorm again! It's too dangerous!!!"
Huo Yuhao screamed inwardly, breaking into a cold sweat.
Unfortunately, because he lacked the crucial theoretical knowledge concerning the Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul, he had no idea what Wang Dong's true gender was. This enormous misunderstanding was destined to continue for quite some time.
"This match goes to the team of Ji Jing, Wang Dong, and Huo Yuhao!"
At the referee's loud announcement, the three left the arena.
Meanwhile, at the highest point of the spectator stands, a refined old man in a blue-green robe stood respectfully beside a disheveled-looking old man.
The scruffy old man held a greasy chicken leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, his appearance completely out of place here.
"Elder Xuan,"
the refined old man in the blue-green robe began, his voice full of respect.
"This is the new student I told you about, Ji Jing, who possesses the twin Martial Souls of Ultimate Yang Fire and Ultimate Yin Fire. What do you think of what he just did? That speed was astonishing."
He paused, then continued:
"I was thinking, if we really can't find the student with the Ice-attribute Martial Soul who suppressed Ma Xiaotao's Evil Fire in the outer court that day, perhaps we could have him try. He might be able to use his Ultimate Fire to help Xiaotao suppress the Evil Fire in her body."
"Perhaps if he and Xiaotao got together, her Martial Soul might even advance further!"
The speaker was Yan Shaozhe, dean of the Martial Soul Department in Shrek Academy's outer court, a Level 95 Super Douluo and the Bright Phoenix Douluo.
The disheveled old man beside him was a senior of Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion, the strongest person in public view and second only to Mu En in reality: Xuan Zi, the Level 98 Super Douluo known as the Taotie Douluo!
Xuan Zi gulped down a large mouthful of wine, took a hard bite of his chicken leg, and nodded indistinctly.
"Mm... having him help suppress it might work."
He narrowed his eyes at Ji Jing's retreating figure, a trace of approval flashing through his gaze.
"That child's talent is extraordinary. Just that one move he pulled off—if he'd been serious, even an ordinary Soul King might not have been able to stop him. Don't forget, he still has two Soul Skills and one Martial Soul he hasn't used."
Xuan Zi turned and glanced at Yan Shaozhe.
"So when you go to ask him for help, remember to be polite and show him some respect. If you upset the little fellow, I won't put in a good word for you."
"Besides, he has a close relationship with that girl from the Clear Sky Sect. Judging by your expression, you don't know they have Martial Soul Fusion?"
Yan Shaozhe was taken aback.
"Martial Soul Fusion?"
Xuan Zi casually tossed the bone in his hand into a nearby trash can. Without even looking at Yan Shaozhe, he spoke with growing irritation.
"Even an old man like me knows enough to ask around about a twin Ultimate Martial Soul genius, yet you, the dean of the Martial Soul Department, haven't been paying attention at all."
As he spoke, Xuan Zi stood up.
"Don't bring up the idea of getting him together with Xiaotao again. If you sour your relationship with Ji Jing, you'll have to swallow your pride before you can ask him for help next time."
Yan Shaozhe's heart tightened. He quickly bowed.
"Rest assured, Elder Xuan. I understand."
Xuan Zi nodded and said nothing more. With a flash, he vanished.
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