Divine Crocodile Suppresses Evil! Dual Powers Unite!

The flames on Ma Hongjun's body burned ever brighter, their color gradually shifting from red to a dark, murky crimson, carrying a nauseating aura of evil.

Flender's expression was grim.

His spirit power was suppressing the flames, but the effect was far from significant.

Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire seemed even stronger than it had been last time.

"Old Zhao, come over and help!" Flender shouted.

Zhao Wuji rushed over, pressing both hands onto Ma Hongjun's back as the spirit power of his Vajra Bear surged forth, attempting to assist in the suppression.

But the Evil Fire seemed to possess a consciousness of its own; instead of being suppressed, it became even more violent.

BOOM!

A ball of flame exploded from Ma Hongjun's body, forcing both Flender and Zhao Wuji to stagger back a step.

"This Evil Fire... how is it so strong?" Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.

"Xiao Pang's spirit power has increased, and the Evil Fire has grown stronger along with it." Flender's brow furrowed into a deep frown. "The purification power of the Dawn Light Spirit Crane is barely holding it back anymore."

Ma Hongjun knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands as he gasped for air.

His eyes had turned blood-red, with flames burning within his pupils.

"Master... I'm in so much pain..." His voice was hoarse, laced with a sob.

"Xiao Pang, hold on!" Flender gritted his teeth and charged forward once more.

But this time, before he could even touch Ma Hongjun, he was repelled by a scorching wave of heat.

"Dean, this won't work!" Li Yusong stood to the side, stomping his feet in anxiety. "Xiao Pang's Evil Fire is rejecting external forces; the more we suppress it, the stronger the rebound!"

"Then what should we do?" Shao Xin had also rushed over, holding a basin of water, unsure of where to splash it.

"Let me try." Fu Wen's voice came from behind.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Fu Wen stepped forward, his expression calm but his eyes grave.

"Xiao Wen, you have a way?" Flender asked.

"I don't know, but I can try." Fu Wen didn't waste words, immediately releasing his Martial Soul.

The phantom of the China Divine Crocodile appeared behind him, and two deep yellow spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

He walked up to Ma Hongjun, crouched down, and reached out to press his hand against Ma Hongjun's forehead.

"Xiao Pang, relax. Don't resist me."

Ma Hongjun lifted his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on Fu Wen, filled with pain and fear. "Brother Wen... I... I can't control it..."

"I know." Fu Wen's voice was calm. "That's why I'm here to help you control it."

He closed his eyes, operating the Innate Divine Crocodile Art with all his might.

Spirit power surged through his body, penetrating his limbs and bones before gathering in his palm.

A stream of cooling Water Power flowed from Fu Wen's palm, slowly entering Ma Hongjun's body.

At the same time, Fu Wen mobilized the power of his second spirit ring.

Flow-Severing.

It was not an attack, but an interruption.

He intended to interrupt the out-of-control Evil Fire within Ma Hongjun's body.

The effect of Flow-Severing was to forcibly interrupt the flow of spirit power for three seconds.

However, for something like the Evil Fire—which was not spirit power itself but was attached to it—the effect would be diminished.

Still, Fu Wen was gambling that even a momentary interruption would be enough.

Hum!

The power of Flow-Severing surged into Ma Hongjun's body.

The flames on Ma Hongjun's body suddenly stalled.

In that instant, the flow of the Evil Fire was forcibly cut off.

Although it lasted less than a breath, it was enough.

Fu Wen seized this opportunity, outputting the Innate Divine Crocodile Art at full power. The cooling Water Power, like a bursting dam, surged into Ma Hongjun's meridians, surrounding the Evil Fire completely.

Water overcomes fire.

This is a law of heaven and earth.

But Fu Wen's Water Power was not ordinary water; it was the Primordial Water inherent to the China Divine Crocodile.

That power was thick, heavy, and carried the aura of the ancient primordial era.

Under the encirclement of the Primordial Water, the Evil Fire struggled and resisted violently.

But Fu Wen gritted his teeth, refusing to yield an inch.

His face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulged, and sweat streamed down his cheeks.

"Xiao Wen!"

Flender wanted to step forward to help.

"Don't come over!"

Fu Wen roared.

Flender froze in place, not daring to move.

Fu Wen took a deep breath, and the two soul rings within him lit up simultaneously.

The first soul ring, the power of Primordial Bite, was mobilized—not for attack, but to strengthen himself.

The second soul ring, the power of Flow-Severing, was triggered again—not to interrupt, but to suppress.

Guided by the Innate Divine Crocodile Art, the two forces merged into one and surged into Ma Hongjun's body.

The flames on Ma Hongjun's body began to weaken.

The dark red gradually faded, turning into red, then into a pale red.

That evil energy was also being pushed back bit by bit.

"It's working!"

Zhao Wuji exclaimed.

Flender clenched his fists, too nervous to breathe.

Time ticked by second by second.

Fu Wen's face grew paler and paler, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead one after another.

But his gaze remained steadfast.

The Innate Divine Crocodile Art was pushed to its limit, and the soul power in his body was almost completely drained.

But he did not let go.

He could not let go.

If he let go, Ma Hongjun would be finished.

Finally.

Hum!

A golden light suddenly erupted from Ma Hongjun's body.

That was the purifying power of the Phoenix Holy Light Strike.

After being suppressed by Fu Wen's Primordial Water, the Evil Fire lost its ability to resist, and the purifying power finally gained the upper hand.

The golden light and the cooling Primordial Water intertwined, forcing the last trace of evil energy out of Ma Hongjun's body.

Ma Hongjun's breathing gradually steadied, and the crimson red in his eyes faded away.

He looked up at Fu Wen.

"Brother Wen... am... am I okay?"

Fu Wen did not answer.

He let go and sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

His face was as white as paper.

"Xiao Wen!"

Flender rushed over and supported Fu Wen.

"I'm fine."

Fu Wen waved his hand, his voice sounding somewhat weak, "It's just that my soul power consumption was too great."

"Don't speak yet."

Flender pulled a Big Sausage from Oscar out from his robes and stuffed it into Fu Wen's mouth.

Fu Wen chewed a few times and swallowed, his complexion slowly beginning to recover.

"Xiao Pang, how about you? How do you feel?"

Flender turned his head to look at Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun stood up, stretched his body, and looked down at his own hands.

"Master, I... I feel like the Evil Fire within me has been suppressed. It's even more stable than last time."

"Really?"

Flender was both surprised and delighted.

"Really."

Ma Hongjun nodded, "And... I feel like my soul power has increased a little."

"Increased a little?"

Flender was stunned for a moment, "By how much?"

Ma Hongjun closed his eyes to sense it, then opened them, a look of pleasant surprise appearing on his face.

"From level fourteen... to level fifteen!"

"Good!"

Flender clapped his hands, "A blessing in disguise! Another blessing in disguise!"

Zhao Wuji walked over and looked Fu Wen up and down.

"Xiao Wen, what kind of power did you use just now? Why were you able to suppress Xiao Pang's Evil Fire?"

"It's the Water Power inherent to my Martial Soul."

Fu Wen said, "Combined with the interruption effect of Flow-Severing, I first broke the control of the Evil Fire, then suppressed it using the Primordial Water."

"Flow-Severing can be used like that?"

Zhao Wuji widened his eyes.

"It was my first time trying it too."

Fu Wen said, "I took a gamble, and I won."

Zhao Wuji fell silent.

He had been a soul master for so many years and had seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone at the two-ring level capable of achieving this with their soul skills.

This was no longer a matter of talent.

This was combat instinct.

An innate combat instinct.

Flender crouched down, looking at Fu Wen, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Xiao Wen, don't push yourself so hard in the future. You're only at the two-ring level; your soul power is limited. If you couldn't suppress it, you would have been backlashed by the Evil Fire yourself."

"I know."

Fu Wen nodded, "But at the time, I couldn't worry about that much."

Flender sighed and patted his shoulder.

"Alright, go back and rest. I'm giving you the day off, get some proper recovery."

"There's no need."

Fu Wen stood up, "I'm fine."

"Don't be stubborn."

Flender glared at him, "When I say it's a day off, it's a day off."

Fu Wen opened his mouth, but didn't say anything more.

Fu Wen returned to his dormitory, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.

The soul power within his body was slowly recovering, and the Innate Divine Crocodile Art operated automatically, cycling round after round.

He was reflecting on the entire process from just now.

The interruption effect of Flow-Severing, combined with the Primordial Water of the Innate Divine Crocodile Art, could indeed suppress the Evil Fire.

But this was only temporary.

Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire would grow stronger as his soul power increased.

By the time his soul power broke through to the three-ring or four-ring level, the intensity of the Evil Fire would increase exponentially.

By then, even if Fu Wen reached the third or fourth ring, he might not be able to suppress it.

The problem had to be solved at its root.

Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.

Fu Wen opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Where exactly was that thing?

According to the original setting, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well contained a vast amount of Immortal Herb.

Infernal Delicate Apricot, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum...

The Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower should be there as well.

But the issue now wasn't where the Immortal Herb was, but whether he had the ability to retrieve them.

The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was deep within the Sunset Forest, surrounded by spirit beasts over ten thousand years old.

With his current strength, going there would be like serving himself up on a platter.

He would have to wait until at least the fourth or even fifth ring before he could consider it.

Until then, he could only rely on the purifying power of the Dawn Light Spirit Crane and his Primordial Water to hold out.

"Brother Wen, are you asleep?"

Ma Hongjun's voice came from the doorway.

"No."

Fu Wen sat up. "Come in."

Ma Hongjun pushed the door open, walked to the side of Fu Wen's bed, and lowered his head.

"Brother Wen, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Fu Wen said indifferently, "You are my brother; if I don't help you, who will?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes turned red.

"Brother Wen, I really thought I was going to die just now."

"You won't."

Fu Wen patted his shoulder. "With me here, you won't die."

Ma Hongjun nodded vigorously and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Wen, I will definitely work hard to cultivate. Once I am strong, it will be my turn to protect you."

"Fine."

Fu Wen smiled. "I'll be waiting."

Ma Hongjun smiled too, his laughter causing fresh tears to stream down his face.