The Class President Election Battle

After speaking, Mu Jin walked outside.

The students in the class followed her out.

On the way to the Soul Fighting Zone, Song Mu conversed with Wang Dong'er.

Song Mu said, "It's finally here, the classic trope of acting cool and slapping faces."

Wang Dong'er asked, "What does that mean?"

Song Mu explained, "If you were to easily defeat Wu Feng in front of the whole class, wouldn't that feel great?"

Wang Dong'er imagined the scene and replied, "It actually would, is this, uh, what you were talking about?"

Song Mu said, "Exactly. If you say something really cool after beating Wu Feng, it'll feel even better."

Wang Dong'er thought for a moment and said, "'Wu Feng, is it? Why don't you and that Ning Tian come at me together?' How's that?"

Song Mu said, "Not bad. You have quite the potential for acting cool; you've got fifty percent of my power."

Wang Dong'er said proudly, "It's you who has fifty percent of mine—no, wait, one percent is more like it."

While the two were talking, Mu Jin had already led the entire class to the Soul Fighting Zone.

The Soul Fighting Zone was another vast building within Shrek Academy.

Since a soul master's cultivation cannot be separated from combat, students often came here to participate in soul fights during their spare time, and many teachers also conducted their lessons here.

The Soul Fighting Zone had become a popular building at Shrek Academy; even on the first day of school, there were quite a few people present.

Mu Jin selected a suitable arena.

In the center of the venue was a circular competition platform, surrounded by tiered spectator seats.

Except for Song Mu and Wu Feng, the other students took their seats in the stands.

Song Mu and Wu Feng stood at opposite ends of the arena, with Mu Jin standing between them as the referee.

Mu Jin said, "You are not to maim your opponent during the soul fight. If I rescue you or you are knocked off the platform, you lose. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the two said in unison.

"Very well, state your names."

"Wu Feng, Martial Soul Red Dragon, twenty-fifth-level assault-type Great Soul Master."

"Song Mu, Martial Soul King Gulu Ball, twenty-fifth-level summoning-type Great Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng couldn't help but think: King Gulu Ball? What a strange name, and what is a summoning-type?

Mu Jin said, "Release your Martial Souls."

Wu Feng channeled her soul power, and suddenly, her body began to grow, her figure becoming more mature, appearing to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Her clothes were stretched to the limit, revealing the tight black leather suit she had worn underneath.

Her hands transformed into dragon claws, and even her eyes turned into vertical pupils, just like those of dragon-type soul beasts.

Red Dragon, a top-tier fire-attribute Martial Soul.

On the other side, Song Mu also released his Martial Soul.

He held a ball that was half-white and half-blue in his hand, clutching it against his left chest, ready to throw it.

As a Great Soul Master, Wu Feng's eyesight was much better than an ordinary person's.

Although there was a hundred-meter distance between her and Song Mu, she could clearly see the sphere in his hand.

Is this his Martial Soul? Summoning-type, could it be summoning soul beasts?

In the center, seeing that both were ready, Mu Jin retreated to the edge of the arena and said:

"The match begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Feng stepped out with her left foot and pushed off the ground hard with her right, crossing ten meters in an instant.

At the same moment, Song Mu threw the Common Gulu Ball. The ball touched the ground, flashing with a white light.

A fiery red figure appeared where the ball had landed.

As soon as the red figure appeared, it lunged toward Wu Feng.

At this point, Wu Feng understood that Song Mu's ability was to summon soul beasts.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon Fire!"

Flames scattered from Wu Feng's body, and she fiercely extended her sharp claws to block the first wave of the soul beast's attack.

She felt that this soul beast was extremely powerful, likely possessing six or seven hundred years of cultivation.

Song Mu said, "What I summoned is a seven-hundred-and-twelve-year-old Blazing Swift Wolf."

Hearing this, Wu Feng was startled and hurriedly backed away.

The Blazing Swift Wolf also retreated, assuming an offensive stance and baring its fangs at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's gaze moved past the soul beast to look at Song Mu, who was still standing on the other side, motionless.

She considered two options: one was to bypass the Blazing Swift Wolf and defeat Song Mu directly, as Song Mu himself should be like an auxiliary soul master with no combat power.

The second option was to defeat the soul beast before her, then take down Song Mu.

Wu Feng made her choice almost instantly, intending to bypass the soul beast and strike directly at Song Mu.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Fury!"

Suddenly, the flames on Wu Feng's body intensified, shifting to a dark red; simply getting near her would likely result in severe burns.

She kicked off the ground once more, charging toward the Blazing Swift Wolf.

Seeing Wu Feng launch her assault, the Blazing Swift Wolf surged with soul power and lunged fiercely at her.

However, at the very last moment before contact, Wu Feng abruptly shifted her momentum, veering toward Song Mu on the sidelines.

But she had underestimated the speed of the Blazing Swift Wolf.

The reason the Blazing Swift Wolf earned the word "Swift" in its name was that its speed was among the best of any soul beast at its level.

Wu Feng could feel the fluctuations of soul power closing in from behind; forced into a corner, she had no choice but to defeat this soul beast first.

Wu Feng pivoted, crossing her arms to brace against the wolf's pounce.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon Fire!"

She slashed her right claw viciously at the Blazing Swift Wolf, but it dodged the strike.

Though the Blazing Swift Wolf possessed superior speed, its raw strength was inferior to Wu Feng's.

Wu Feng kept her eyes locked on the wolf, maintaining her offensive stance while quickly calculating a countermeasure.

The weaknesses of wolf-type soul beasts were generally their eyes and waist; hitting its eyes accurately was unlikely, but striking its waist was achievable.

With a target in mind, Wu Feng steadied her focus, crouching slightly while keeping her gaze fixed on the Blazing Swift Wolf.

The Blazing Swift Wolf lowered its front body and lunged at Wu Feng again, retreating rapidly after landing a single blow.

It maintained a distance of over ten meters, constantly launching strikes to wear her down.

Wu Feng remained in place, refusing to attack; she merely defended passively against the wolf's onslaught, her body accumulating marks from its claws as bright red blood began to flow.

Her breathing grew increasingly ragged, and her defense became more and more strained.

The Blazing Swift Wolf spotted an opening, channeling all its soul power into a final pounce, preparing to deliver the finishing blow to Wu Feng.

The moment the sharp claws were about to touch her, the young girl swiftly sidestepped, simultaneously swinging her dragon claw to strike viciously at the Blazing Swift Wolf's waist.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Fury!"

The Blazing Swift Wolf never expected Wu Feng to be capable of such an explosive attack; caught off guard, it was struck in its most vulnerable spot, sent flying through the air with a pained howl.

It hit the ground with a dull thud, and though it struggled to rise, it could no longer stand.

"Return, Blazing Swift Wolf."

Song Mu held the Common Gulu Ball, extending his right hand toward the Blazing Swift Wolf as a white light flashed, causing the wolf to vanish.

"Clap, clap, clap—"

Song Mu applauded, praising, "To actually be able to defeat the Blazing Swift Wolf—you are indeed very strong."