The Soto Great Soul Arena.
The Central Main Soul Fighting Platform.
Tang San, defeated!
The air seemed to freeze.
Six of the Shrek Seven Devils had already fallen.
Only Hell Spirit Cat Zhu Zhuqing remained.
She stood alone on the platform like an elf of the night.
Her purple leather outfit traced out a breathtaking figure.
Her cat ears twitched faintly, but her eyes were cold as knives.
She glared at Ji Feng across from her.
Ji Feng held a golden longbow.
A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Little wildcat, you're the last one left."
His voice rang out through the Amplifying Soul Tool.
The stands erupted in laughter.
Zhu Zhuqing bit down on her lower lip.
Her nails dug deep into her palm.
She had never faced such a flippant provocation.
Yet her heartbeat quickened against her will.
Thump, thump, thump.
It pounded against her chest like a war drum.
"Cut the crap."
Zhu Zhuqing spat out three icy words.
Her figure suddenly became a streak of purple lightning.
Her First Soul Ring lit up.
Hell Stab!
Her sharp claws tore through the air.
They shot straight for Ji Feng's throat.
The strike was as swift as a startled swan.
Gasps rose from the stands.
In the Imperial Fighting Team's waiting area.
Dugu Yan suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise.
She turned to look at Ye Lingling beside her.
This Nine-Heart Begonia Soul Master.
At that moment, she was actually leaning forward slightly.
Her violet eyes were fixed on the platform without blinking.
Dugu Yan's heart stirred.
Ye Lingling was solitary and aloof by nature.
During past team Soul Fighting matches.
She had never paid attention to the battle.
She would only lower her head and fiddle with the hem of her clothes.
But today—
She was actually watching?
Dugu Yan followed her gaze.
It landed on the archer's figure.
Ji Feng.
The one Yu Tianheng had once forced to retreat—
Dugu Yan's expression grew complicated.
On the Soul Fighting Platform.
Ji Feng faced the charge.
He neither dodged nor evaded.
His smile only deepened.
He raised his right hand slightly.
A faint glow spread across the golden longbow.
The passive effect of Punishing Shot had fully stacked.
His attack speed soared.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Three arrows shot out in a triangular formation.
They precisely sealed off every escape route Zhu Zhuqing had.
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted sharply.
Her Second Soul Ring lit up in an instant.
Hell Hundred Claws!
A sky full of claw shadows collided with the arrows.
Clang, clang, clang—
Sparks flew everywhere.
But the arrows carried too much force.
Zhu Zhuqing was knocked back three steps.
Her tiger's mouth went numb.
She was horrified.
Every one of Ji Feng's arrows.
Contained a strange, clinging force.
It was like being trapped in a swamp.
Her movements grew sluggish.
This was the effect of his Third Soul Ring.
The Magma Burn granted by the Earth King.
It came with a 90% slow.
Almost an outright immobilization.
"Not bad speed."
Ji Feng chuckled.
"But not fast enough."
He drew his bow back like a full moon.
His Second Soul Ring glimmered with a faint light.
Soul-Piercing Spider Spear!
The arrow transformed into a pitch-black spear.
It whistled through the air.
It shot straight for Zhu Zhuqing's chest.
Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and twisted aside.
She barely managed to avoid it.
But the arrow grazed her shoulder.
A spray of blood burst forth.
Hiss—
The wound didn't heal.
Instead, blood continued to seep from it.
The bleeding effect, which ignored 50% of her defense.
Was eating away at her Soul Power.
Zhu Zhuqing's face paled.
A crack appeared in her aloof mask.
She looked at Ji Feng.
Fear crept into her eyes.
This man—
Was too strong.
So strong he was despair-inducing.
On the other side of the waiting area.
The Shrek group looked ashen.
Dai Mubai supported Tang San.
A thread of blood still hung at the corner of his mouth.
He stared fixedly at the platform.
His eyes were full of unwillingness and venom.
"How is this possible..."
Tang San murmured to himself.
"My Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track..."
"My Mysterious Jade Hand..."
"Couldn't even block a single arrow?"
The battle from moments ago played over and over in his mind.
He had thought the Tang Sect Secret Arts would be enough.
Enough to crush Ji Feng.
But Ji Feng had merely drawn his bow.
One arrow, two arrows, three arrows...
The arrows clung to him like maggots on bone.
Every shot predicted his movements perfectly.
They sealed off every path of retreat.
The third arrow pierced his right shoulder.
It pinned him to the ground.
As if his arrows could automatically track their targets!
He'd guessed right!
Ji Feng's Martial Soul was Hou Yi.
His basic attacks simply couldn't be dodged.
They automatically locked onto their targets!
Humiliation.
A humiliation like none he had ever known.
"Xiao San, don't dwell on it."
Dai Mubai tried to comfort him in a low voice.
But his own hands were trembling.
As the captain of the Shrek team.
He understood better than anyone how terrifying Ji Feng was.
That overwhelming gulf in strength.
Left a person feeling utterly helpless.
Yu Xiaogang stood to one side.
His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
His fists clenched with a crackle.
"How is this possible!?"
He snarled under his breath.
"How could Xiao San lose?"
"Ji Feng's Martial Soul is clearly trash..."
The words caught in his throat.
Because Ji Feng was drawing his bow again on the platform.
Golden arrows blazed with dazzling light.
How could anyone call that trash?
Yu Xiaogang thought back to the Star Dou Great Forest.
Ji Feng snatched the Datura Snake Soul Ring.
That line about "putting the Soul Ring on the ground"—
it had stuck in his craw ever since.
Now,
Ji Feng was humiliating him again.
In front of all of Suotuo City,
he had shot down
his most prized disciple.
"Teacher..."
Tang San said weakly.
"Ji Feng..."
"has sealed his own death!"
He forced out
the last words through gritted teeth.
The killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.
Yu Xiaogang nodded firmly.
"Don't worry, Xiao San."
"Your teacher will avenge you."
"I'll destroy him, no matter the cost!"
But deep down, he had no confidence.
Ji Feng was growing too fast.
Far faster than anyone could have imagined.
On the Soul Fighting platform,
the battle was nearing its end.
Zhu Zhuqing was covered in wounds.
Her purple leather outfit was torn in several places,
revealing pale skin streaked with blood.
She panted heavily.
Her Soul Power was nearly exhausted.
Ji Feng, however, looked completely at ease.
He even put away his longbow.
"Admit defeat."
He spoke coolly.
"I don't want to hurt you too badly."
He meant it kindly.
But to Zhu Zhuqing,
it sounded like an insult.
She was proud and stubborn by nature.
She would rather die fighting
than bow her head and concede.
"Dream on!"
Zhu Zhuqing barked.
Her third Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
Hell Slash!
She poured all her Soul Power into it,
forming a crescent-shaped blade of light
that ripped through the air toward Ji Feng.
It was her strongest attack.
And her final counterattack.
The audience held its breath.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Ji Feng only sighed.
"Why bother?"
He raised his right hand.
His First Soul Ring flickered faintly.
Poison Extraction activated.
He flicked his fingertip.
A streak of green light shot out after hers,
striking the center of the blade with pinpoint accuracy.
Crack!
The blade of light shattered on impact.
Green poisonous mist billowed,
enveloping Zhu Zhuqing.
"Ugh..."
She let out a muffled groan.
Her body crumpled limply to the ground.
As her consciousness blurred,
she saw Ji Feng approach,
crouch down,
and brush the stray hair from her forehead.
"Stubborn little wildcat."
His voice carried a hint of amusement.
"We'll meet again."
Zhu Zhuqing wanted to glare at him,
but she didn't even have the strength to lift her eyes.
Her heart raced out of control again.
Thump, thump.
That bastard...
She passed out.
The referee announced loudly,
"Individual match, Ji Feng wins!"
"One against seven—Shrek has been utterly defeated!"
After a brief silence,
thunderous applause erupted throughout the arena.
The cheers were deafening.
"Ji Feng! Ji Feng! Ji Feng!"
The audience roared his name.
Winning one against seven
was an exceedingly rare feat
in the history of the Soto Great Soul Arena.
Especially when his opponents were Shrek,
the dark horse that had recently been stealing the spotlight.
Today, however, they had been completely crushed.
Inside the VIP box,
On the Soul Fighting platform,
Ji Feng waved to the audience.
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