Playing with Zhu Zhuqing's tail, Dai Mubai's defenses were broken!

Dai Mubai struggled to stand, but his arms trembled violently; the piercing pain made him realize that the opponent's power level was on an entirely different dimension from his own.

On the other side.

Zhu Zhuqing was unaware of the turn of events on the main battlefield.

Under the amplification of Ning Rongrong, her speed had reached its absolute limit, piercing through the Imperial Fighting Team's defensive line in the blink of an eye.

Before her stood the fragile Nine Heart Begonia Soul Master, Ye Lingling.

At this moment, Ye Lingling seemed completely caught off guard; a look of panic flashed across her cold, pretty face as she instinctively took a step back.

Got you!

Zhu Zhuqing felt a surge of joy.

This was the duty of an agility-type Soul Master, and this was the speed of the Hell Spirit Cat!

The sharp claws at her fingertips glinted with a cold light as her first soul ring ignited.

Hell Stab!

Her black silhouette leaped high, claws aimed directly at Ye Lingling's shoulder, intending to knock her straight off the stage.

However.

Just as her claws were less than half a foot away from Ye Lingling.

Something is wrong!

Alarm bells rang in Zhu Zhuqing's heart.

She instinctively tried to change her move, but she was still in mid-air with no leverage to push off from.

The next second.

A large, warm hand emerged from thin air without warning, grabbing the black tail she was using to maintain her balance with pinpoint precision.

Snap.

The grip was as steady as a rock.

Zhu Zhuqing's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt; it was as if someone had pressed a pause button on her entire body, leaving her frozen in mid-air.

The immense inertia made her feel so nauseous she wanted to vomit blood.

How is this possible?!

Zhu Zhuqing was horrified.

Wasn't Dai Mubai blocking Qin Feng at the front?

Furthermore, with Ning Rongrong's amplification, her speed was approaching that of a Soul Ancestor. How could someone get close to her silently and even grab her tail?

She turned her head with great difficulty, following the direction of that large hand.

What met her eyes was a handsome face wearing a lazy, smiling expression.

It was none other than Qin Feng.

At this moment, Qin Feng stood half a step behind her, looking relaxed and at ease.

It was as if the person who had just sent Dai Mubai flying and crossed dozens of meters in an instant to appear here wasn't him at all.

"So this is the Hell Spirit Cat?"

Qin Feng held the long black tail in his hand, his fingers gently rubbing against it.

The sensation was extremely peculiar; it didn't feel like the fluffiness of cat fur, but rather a smooth, soft texture transmitted through the tight leather suit, possessing astonishing elasticity.

"So it really is a real cat tail? I thought it was some kind of special decorative accessory."

As Qin Feng spoke, he couldn't help but curiously give it a squeeze.

"Nngh..."

A tingling sensation, like an electric current, instantly shot from the base of her tail throughout her entire body.

That unprecedented, strange sensation made it impossible for Zhu Zhuqing to control her voice, and a deeply shameful moan escaped her throat.

Immediately after, her originally cold, fair face turned bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye, looking just like a ripe apple.

She hurriedly covered her mouth with her free hand, her beautiful eyes filled with shame, anger, and disbelief.

The tail was one of the most sensitive parts for a feline-type martial soul user and was also the key to maintaining balance.

Now that it was being held and toyed with so unscrupulously by Qin Feng, the feeling was even worse than being killed.

"Let... let me go!"

Zhu Zhuqing was filled with shame and rage, her body twisting violently as she tried to break free from the restraint of that large hand.

She attempted to activate her soul skills to counterattack, but whenever Qin Feng applied even the slightest pressure, the resulting weakness caused her soul power to dissipate, making it impossible to gather.

Ye Lingling was still in a daze.

Qin Feng's ability to appear out of thin air, combined with his method of instantly subduing Zhu Zhuqing, was completely beyond the comprehension of this Nine Heart Begonia Soul Master.

It wasn't until that lazy male voice sounded in her ear that she finally snapped back to reality.

"Are you alright?"

As Qin Feng spoke, he did not release the hand gripping the black cat tail, merely tilting his head slightly to look at the shaken young woman beside him.

Ye Lingling shook her head instinctively, her eyes, which always carried a touch of melancholic beauty, now shimmering with a different light.

In that split second just now, she had truly believed she was about to be knocked off the stage.

"Good, as long as you're fine."

Qin Feng replied casually.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing, being held in his hand, was dying of shame and indignation.

As an agility-attack soul master, to be grabbed by her vital point like a chick—and by someone who was flirting with another woman while completely disregarding her—was unbearable.

"Let go!"

Zhu Zhuqing shouted, her naturally cold voice turning sharp with shame and rage.

She exerted force through her waist, forcibly twisting half a turn in mid-air, her fingers forming claws with a faint, ghostly light flickering at the tips.

That was her self-created combat skill, Hell Spirit Claw.

Although it lacked the massive power of a soul skill, at such close range, it was enough to tear through steel.

The sharp claw-wind struck directly toward Qin Feng's wrist.

Qin Feng didn't even blink; he simply squeezed the hand holding the tail again, as if kneading dough.

This time, his fingertips applied a bit of clever leverage along the line of her tailbone.

"Ah—"

A pained moan escaped Zhu Zhuqing's throat uncontrollably.

The sound did not resemble a scream of injury, but rather carried a soft, trembling quality that made one blush.

The fierce Hell Spirit Claw dissipated instantly, and Zhu Zhuqing felt as if her spine had been pulled out, her entire body going limp, unable to maintain her offensive stance.

Her face, originally as fair as jade, was now so red it seemed as if it could drip water.

This scene was clearly reflected in the eyes of Dai Mubai, who stood not far away.

"Bastard!"

Dai Mubai's eyes instantly bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulging like twisted earthworms.

That was his fiancée!

Although he had run off to Shrek Academy to indulge in debauchery to escape the royal power struggle, and had never truly touched Zhu Zhuqing, she was, in name, his woman.

He hadn't even held her hand, yet this Qin Feng was toying with her tail in front of tens of thousands of people?

Any man would find such a green hat intolerable!

His reason snapped completely at this moment.

"Qin Feng! I'll kill you!"

Dai Mubai let out a roar like a wild beast.

He didn't care about tactical coordination at all; his third soul ring flashed violently, and his body, already under the effects of White Tiger Vajra Transformation, expanded even further.

It was an overload burst fueled by rage.

With White Tiger Protection Barrier fully activated, a golden light shield enveloped him, and he charged toward Qin Feng like a golden cannonball, carrying the momentum of mutual destruction.

Qin Feng looked at the charging golden-haired tiger and curled his lip.

He kept his left hand firmly on Zhu Zhuqing's tail, merely freeing his right hand.

There were no extra movements, nor did he release his martial soul.

He didn't even shift his feet by a single inch.

Just as Dai Mubai's tiger claws, capable of splitting stone and breaking monuments, were about to touch his chest, Qin Feng's right hand shot out like lightning.

Slap.

A crisp sound rang out.

That hand, which did not appear particularly thick, pierced directly through the defense of the White Tiger Protection Barrier and clamped onto Dai Mubai's throat.

Dai Mubai's charging momentum came to an abrupt halt.

The transition from extreme motion to absolute stillness caused the blood in his body to surge wildly, making him feel nauseous.

He widened his eyes, terrified to discover that the strength he took such pride in was, before this man, as powerless as an infant facing an adult.