Ying Chengfeng: Was My Perspective Too Small?

"You helped us complete the Martial Soul Fusion Skill just to have a fight with us?"

Shui Bing'er looked at Ying Chengfeng with a face full of confusion.

"What else? What did you think it was?" Ying Chengfeng raised his eyelids, looking at Shui Bing'er.

He noticed Shui Bing'er quickly turn her head away; he couldn't tell if her reddening ears were caused by the freezing weather.

But surely, they ought to be accustomed to this climate by now.

So, was it because her blood was running too hot?

Just then, Shui Bing'er realized Ying Chengfeng seemed to be staring at her ears.

She reached up to touch them; they were a bit hot.

"I... this... actually..." Shui Bing'er was momentarily tongue-tied, biting her lip in confusion.

Seeing her posture, Ying Chengfeng narrowed his eyes in thought before saying, "It's quite good."

"Huh?" Shui Bing'er was stunned.

What kind of line was that? How was it "quite good"? What was he talking about?

Shui Bing'er began to let her imagination run wild again.

Ying Chengfeng then said, "People in the Land of Extreme Cold should find ways to promote blood circulation to keep their bodies and minds in peak condition."

"???" Shui Bing'er looked at Ying Chengfeng with an even more puzzled gaze, one that seemed to hold a hint of expectation.

Then she heard Ying Chengfeng say, "Therefore, combat is also a way to promote blood circulation."

Hearing this, Shui Bing'er's expression instantly collapsed.

Combat? This guy...

Shui Bing'er took a deep breath and said, "Fine, a fight, is it? As you wish."

Having said that, Shui Bing'er pulled Xuewu to an open space nearby, then glared at Ying Chengfeng and said, "Arrogant guy, I'll definitely make you regret this today!"

Watching the suddenly enraged Shui Bing'er, Ying Chengfeng couldn't help but smile.

It was rare to see someone as emotionally stable as Shui Bing'er act in such a fit of rage.

However, Ying Chengfeng still had to ask, "Before we fight, should we settle the terms?"

"Then you should think about what you'll do if you lose," Shui Bing'er snorted coldly.

Ying Chengfeng shrugged, "Anything works."

"Fine." Shui Bing'er, caught up in the heat of the moment, said, "Then anything works for me too."

At this point, Xuewu, who had been 'left out', finally chimed in, "What about me? I won't have to agree to terms if I lose, right?"

"How could we possibly lose?!" Shui Bing'er retorted directly.

Ying Chengfeng then said, "You two only need to fulfill one condition."

Xuewu, however, was lost in thought, saying, "But if I think about it carefully, there's nothing I could lose to you."

Seeing that Xuewu was already considering the possibility of losing before the fight had even begun, Shui Bing'er wore an expression of exasperation. "Why are you afraid of him? He's only a Soul Elder."

Hearing Shui Bing'er put it that way, Xuewu no longer hesitated. "Fine, at worst, if I lose, I'll just compensate him myself."

"Right! That's—" Shui Bing'er didn't finish the word 'exactly', looking at Xuewu with a confused expression.

"What's wrong?" Xuewu asked.

"Nothing."

On the other side, Ying Chengfeng looked at the two of them and said, "Are you ready? I'll let you make the first move."

"Hmph, you will pay the price for your arrogance." Shui Bing'er snorted in annoyance.

Following that, an ice-blue Ice Phoenix appeared behind Shui Bing'er.

The phoenix circled in mid-air, bringing a flurry of snowflakes wherever it passed.

Amidst the snow, Xuewu's martial soul also manifested.

It was an almost transparent, ultra-thin, ice-blue Snow Ribbon.

With every dance Xuewu performed, the snowflakes in the air increased.

Soon, a field of extreme cold was formed.

Driven by the Ice Phoenix, these snowflakes transformed into overwhelming ice arrows, firing toward Ying Chengfeng.

Unlike the area-of-effect attacks Shui Bing'er had unleashed three years ago, these ice arrows were not only more numerous and faster, but they also made up for the previous lack of power.

They had faintly reached the level of a Soul King's attack.

However, Ying Chengfeng had only activated fifty percent of his Wind Domain, covering a radius of two hundred meters.

In Ying Chengfeng's eyes, the speed of the incoming ice arrows became incredibly slow.

Ying Chengfeng summoned his long sword, gripping it with his left hand.

The sword remained sheathed, yet the scabbard alone parried the incoming ice arrows.

He took a single step, his figure flickering like a teleportation as he crossed four or five meters in an instant.

Ying Chengfeng strolled leisurely, moving through the dense barrage of ice arrows as if walking through an empty courtyard.

"So fast! Such elegant footwork!"

Seeing this, Shui Bing'er couldn't help but bite her lower lip tightly.

As she watched Ying Chengfeng's transcendent figure, her heart suddenly grew tranquil.

She even forgot that she was still in the middle of a battle.

She only felt that the current snowy scenery was perfectly suited to this man.

Shui Bing'er stood dazed on the spot, making no further moves, simply staring blankly at Ying Chengfeng's silhouette.

By this time, Ying Chengfeng had also realized that the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Shui Bing'er and Xuewu was somewhat underwhelming.

It lacked any sense of pressure.

With a flash, he arrived directly in front of Shui Bing'er.

Seeing the figure suddenly appear, Shui Bing'er finally remembered that she was still fighting.

However, Ying Chengfeng's sudden arrival still gave her a start.

In her haste, she stumbled backward in a panic.

Her foot slipped, and she began to fall backward.

Ying Chengfeng was quick-witted and agile, reaching out to wrap an arm around her slender waist.

The touch was cool and icy, yet Ying Chengfeng felt a hint of heat.

But the next moment, Shui Bing'er struck out with a palm infused with icy Soul Power, aiming for Ying Chengfeng's chest.

"A sneak attack?" Ying Chengfeng caught her outstretched hand.

Instantly, Shui Bing'er lowered her head, her earlobes turning even redder, yet she allowed Ying Chengfeng's hand to remain on her waist.

Ying Chengfeng looked her straight in the eyes and asked, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"You... what do you want me to say?" Shui Bing'er bit her lip hard after speaking.

On the other side, Xuewu had also stopped her movements, watching them.

Xuewu was speechless.

The battle had only just begun, and she had already fallen for him, hadn't she?

She now had reason to suspect that Shui Bing'er had lost on purpose.

And she had even dragged her along to lose as well.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have thought from the start that this match would be a loss.

It had come true.

How could they possibly win?

The attacks were soft and powerless, as if she were afraid of hurting the other party.

"Should I dance for you two to liven things up? Shall we have the wedding night today?" Xuewu looked at their intimate posture and said snappishly.

"Ahem." Ying Chengfeng quickly released Shui Bing'er; he had been lost in thought and had forgotten about this.

After regaining her footing, Shui Bing'er lowered her head, pretending to straighten her ice-blue dress, which wasn't the least bit disheveled.

"About that condition... shall I state it?" Ying Chengfeng returned to the main topic.

"Go ahead." Shui Bing'er kept her head down, refusing to look at Ying Chengfeng.

Ying Chengfeng spoke up, "I want the two Soul Bone pieces you prepared for the Soul Master Challenge, and I want them today."

"Just this condition?" Shui Bing'er looked up abruptly at Ying Chengfeng.

"Is this condition easy to satisfy?" Ying Chengfeng was somewhat surprised.

He had assumed this request would put her in a difficult position.

Only then did Shui Bing'er snap back to reality, saying, "No, I cannot make the decision regarding those two Soul Bones."

"Then why that tone earlier? I thought it was a very simple condition." Ying Chengfeng was speechless.

Anxious, Shui Bing'er blurted out, "I thought you were going to ask for something even more outrageous."

Ying Chengfeng looked at her, full of confusion.

Was taking the tournament rewards early not considered outrageous enough?

Or was his perspective too narrow? Perhaps he should have asked for something more excessive.

Ying Chengfeng probed, "Then how about this: your Skywater Academy joins us? Or, let me be the dean?"