The Fragile Dark Bone Dragon King

As Chen Ye rushed toward them, Zhang Ziyang suddenly shouted at Wei Xiaofeng, "Hold him off! The two of us still have one last move. As long as you can stall him, we still have a chance to turn this around!"

As Zhang Ziyang shouted, one of his hands clasped directly with Wang Jinxi's.

The two of them frantically retreated, and a far more powerful aura suddenly spread from their bodies.

Wei Xiaofeng froze for a moment, clearly not seeing what was happening.

But looking at Chen Ye, who had already charged over, and the two people behind him who clearly still had another move in reserve, he gritted his teeth.

His first soul skill suddenly lit up. His body split from one into two, then two into four, and four Wei Xiaofengs charged at Chen Ye.

He had originally intended to use this soul skill to disrupt Chen Ye's vision.

But he had failed to consider that whether it was the power of Purification or Light Power, Chen Ye could directly disperse his soul skill.

It was simply too boring, so Chen Ye could not be bothered to use either.

As scorching flames enveloped his hands, towering flames flickered atop the pure crimson fire.

A terrifying punch struck Wei Xiaofeng, and two afterimages vanished instantly.

As Chen Ye rapidly closed in, the real Wei Xiaofeng swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then rammed straight at Chen Ye.

Wei Xiaofeng had naturally seen the flame-wreathed fist in Chen Ye's hand, but he assumed that casually summoned flames could not be all that impressive.

Yet as the smile on Chen Ye's face grew brighter, a massive flaming sword materialized out of thin air in his hand.

It was a greatsword formed entirely from condensed flames, its surface blazing with scorching, roiling fire.

Wei Xiaofeng swallowed and turned to run without the slightest hesitation.

But it was already too late to run. Before he had taken two steps, Chen Ye smacked him to the ground with a single swing.

Chen Ye smiled faintly as he looked at Wei Xiaofeng lying on the ground.

He had not truly put any force into it. Otherwise, that strike might have cleaved Wei Xiaofeng in two.

Seeing Wei Xiaofeng taken down in two moves, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Ziyang's bodies trembled slightly.

But their Martial Soul Fusion Skill had reached a critical point. They could no longer stop, and surprisingly, Chen Ye did not step forward at all.

As their bodies fused together, a power stronger than the peak of two rings radiated outward.

Sensing the aura around them reach the level of three rings, Ye Yingluo's eyes instantly lit up as she looked toward them.

However, even after the two fused together, Chen Ye did not feel much of anything.

He casually hefted the flaming greatsword in his hand, then gripped it with both hands, kicked off the ground, and charged forward.

Seeing Chen Ye rush straight at him, Wang Jinxi, in his Dark Bone Dragon form, snorted coldly.

He swiftly raised a hand, and a terrifying bone claw shot forth as the fluctuations of three rings descended.

The bone claw collided with the flaming greatsword. One had evolved from the power at the pinnacle of a pathway.

The other was merely a Martial Soul Fusion Skill created by two soul masters. The outcome was obvious.

The terrifying flaming greatsword came crashing down. This time, Chen Ye still used it like a club.

Even so, the thick bone armor on Wang Jinxi's body melted away instantly. Chen Ye then raised his foot and kicked him flying once more.

Chen Ye wore a slightly bored expression as he looked at the Dark Bone Dragon King, whom he had taken down in just two moves.

The opponent was actually a little stronger than he had expected, but only a little.

After all, the Sun Sequence he wielded inherently possessed power terrifying beyond measure.

Without even considering the Dragon of Imagination, he was confident that the Sun Martial Soul alone would allow him to defeat a four-ring Soul Ancestor.

So against the Dark Bone Dragon King, which needed two people to fuse together just to reach three rings, this level of strength was nothing special.

Of course, Chen Ye did not care and even found it boring, but the surrounding students did not see it that way.

Seeing both Martial Soul Fusion Skills get instantly defeated as if they were made of paper, many students swallowed and looked at Chen Ye with fear.

Leaving aside the fact that Chen Ye's Soul Power had already reached three rings, the strength he had displayed was nearly terrifying.

"He's so strong! He's way too strong, isn't he? Even two people using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill couldn't beat him."

"That aura should be at three rings too. He's this strong even against opponents at the same level?!"

"No, is there even any point to the Class Promotion Tournament? Who can fight Chen Ye from our class?"

"Why are you calling him Chen Ye? From now on, we should call him Brother Chen."

Listening to the excited discussions around her, Ye Yingluo coughed, then swept her gaze over them.

"The defenders for this Class Promotion Tournament will be Chen Ye, Zhang Ziyang, and Wang Jinxi. The three of you will defend the arena."

Ye Yingluo said it casually, and no one objected.

One of them already possessed the strength of three rings and could directly fight three opponents alone, while the other two were a little weaker.

But when the two fused their Martial Souls, they also possessed terrifying power close to three rings.

"All right, everyone gather up and return to the classroom."

After Ye Yingluo spoke, she called to the other students, and the group returned to the classroom.

The next two periods were theory classes. Once they were over, their lessons for the day had ended.

As the dismissal bell rang, Ye Yingluo turned and left. Quite a few students around them looked somewhat dejected.

After all, they were the same age as Chen Ye, and they were all geniuses who had entered Class One. Every one of them believed they were heaven's chosen.

But this had clearly dealt a blow to their confidence.

Of course, Chen Ye was not in the habit of comforting people. Even Ye Yingluo did not comfort them, so why would anyone expect him to?

Chen Ye waited in the classroom for a while, but Tang Wulin never came. When he went to Class Five to ask, he learned that Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Yun Xiao had been taken away for special training.

Chen Ye had long expected this, so he was not particularly surprised.

He returned to the dormitory alone, while focusing his attention on Yun Xiao.

Since classes had just ended, through Yun Xiao's perspective, he saw the three of them heading toward the stadium.

Wu Zhangkong looked at the three of them with a hint of solemnity in his eyes. "Before the Class Promotion Tournament, I'll train the three of you separately every night after class. Your physical training will also be twice that of everyone else."

Wu Zhangkong looked at them earnestly. "I hope you'll work hard and strive to take our class directly from Class Five to Class One in this Class Promotion Tournament."

Looking at their serious faces, Chen Ye found it a little amusing.

Clearly, Wu Zhangkong still did not know that Chen Ye had already reached three rings.

Of course, even if he knew, he would most likely still say the same thing.

After all, for Teacher Wu, the most important thing was cultivating his students. The so-called Class Promotion Tournament came second.

And as Wu Zhangkong began giving the three of them special training, time swiftly passed day by day.