Special Training!

Although Wu Zhangkong said this to Chen Ye, everyone had seen his gaze land on Yun Xiao earlier.

They all gave Chen Ye strange looks. The corner of Chen Ye's mouth twitched as well, and he had the feeling of being treated like a backup.

Though the feeling was somewhat inexplicable, Chen Ye was still a little annoyed. "Sure, Teacher Wu. Let's start with the two of us!"

As he spoke, Chen Ye stepped forward onto the arena. He looked at Wu Zhangkong, a faint golden gleam flickering in his eyes.

Wu Zhangkong paused at his words, then gave a slight nod. The Sky Frost Sword appeared in his hand.

How should I explain this to Yun Xiao? Yun Luo didn't mean to kill him. He was most likely controlled or deceived.

Was it that person who controlled me before? He could create illusions, so perhaps he had other abilities that could deceive Yun Luo as well.

Lost in thought, Wu Zhangkong looked somewhat absentmindedly at Chen Ye as six Soul Rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

Chen Ye calmly raised a hand. Accompanied by a shrill phoenix cry, the Dark Phoenix Martial Soul emerged.

Seeing Wu Zhangkong's unconcerned expression, Chen Ye wore a faint smile.

He could guess Wu Zhangkong's current confusion. After all, once it had been confirmed that the person he killed was not a Holy Spirit Cult follower—

The Tang Sect naturally could no longer reward him, and Wu Zhangkong himself would also be filled with guilt over Yun Luo's death.

Chen Ye had no intention of making Wu Zhangkong feel worse, but he intended to use this opportunity to give the other students a shock.

Ideally, he could use it to draw Yun Xiao's attention to himself.

Although Yun Xiao was merely a backup plan he had left behind, even a shield he had pushed forward, that did not mean he intended to remain entirely hidden behind the scenes.

He could stand in the spotlight as well and make everyone regard Chen Ye's growth as something natural.

As terrifying fire power condensed in Chen Ye's hand, he continued advancing. Gripping the Flame Longsword in one hand, he slashed fiercely at Wu Zhangkong.

Wu Zhangkong looked at him. A six-ringed Soul Emperor fighting someone with three rings naturally would not directly use a soul skill.

He casually raised his longsword. Frost power gathered before he slashed down. Frost and flame intertwined.

Although Wu Zhangkong's Sky Frost Sword was powerful, it was ultimately not Ultimate Ice.

Now that it had encountered a force countless times more terrifying than ordinary Ultimate Fire—

While his frost could withstand it, his Soul Power was being consumed two to three times faster than Chen Ye's.

Noticing this, Wu Zhangkong frowned. He wanted to stop thinking about Yun Luo and focus on the match.

But at that moment, countless scenes involving Yun Luo surfaced in his mind.

There were scenes of the two spending time together, scenes of Yun Luo bringing him meals, even scenes of the two going out to eat together.

Those images naturally rose in his mind, causing him to lose focus for an instant.

Ah, I was at fault too. I didn't know Yun Luo had been controlled, but I still shouldn't have treated him that way.

If I hadn't struck to kill back then and had left him some room, Yun Luo could never have died from the collision between Yun Xiao's Soul Power and mine.

A rare trace of complexity appeared on Wu Zhangkong's face. He kept thinking about it, even becoming somewhat distracted from the match.

Chen Ye's gaze remained calm as countless strands of darkness spread from beneath his feet.

At the same time, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened within the shadow behind Wu Zhangkong.

This blood-red figure, identical to Wu Zhangkong, also held a Sky Frost Sword.

Only, it was a black longsword, as dark as ink.

As the Darkness Domain descended, ink-black darkness suddenly wrapped around Wu Zhangkong. Chen Ye gripped his sword with both hands as terrifyingly scorching flames gathered around it.

Feeling his legs being bound, Wu Zhangkong frowned. He abruptly swung the Sky Frost Sword, and his third Soul Ring lit up.

Countless patches of frost exploded around him. The shadows binding his body and the shadow behind him were instantly frozen, while the darkness around him began to shatter beneath that terrifying ice.

But in the next second, brilliant black light gathered. The thoughts in Wu Zhangkong's eyes suddenly came to a halt, and his gaze became clear.

But it was already too late. Accompanied by a phoenix's cry, purification and light erupted at once.

Black light radiated outward, and the ice in Wu Zhangkong's hand suddenly vanished. Then, terrifying flames slashed down onto him.

Chen Ye's attack had come too suddenly. Wu Zhangkong had no time to defend himself, nor could he use any particularly powerful soul skills.

His thoughts and emotions had been drawn in by Chen Ye, who had continuously poured power into his mind, making him recall memories of Yun Luo.

In that nearly dazed state, he had no time to react further and was struck by Chen Ye's sword.

The clothes over Wu Zhangkong's chest suddenly tore apart. Yet beneath them was not skin, but Battle Armor that had suddenly appeared.

Even with the Battle Armor blocking the strike, Wu Zhangkong still staggered back several steps.

The people around them watched in astonishment, especially Yun Xiao, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin.

The three of them had always followed Wu Zhangkong, so they naturally had some understanding of his strength.

Yet they never imagined that Chen Ye, who only had three rings, could actually force Wu Zhangkong back.

"No way, is he a monster? No wonder we couldn't win. Even if Teacher Wu didn't step in, we still wouldn't be able to beat him under these circumstances."

Xie Xie muttered, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The others, even Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi, looked at Xie Xie and nodded at the same time.

Wu Zhangkong, standing to the side, also recovered. He lightly touched the spot where he had been struck.

There was naturally no injury there, but his expression was incomparably complicated.

He did not want to think about Yun Luo, yet memories belonging to Yun Luo kept surfacing in his mind.

Recalling every little moment with that friend of his, Wu Zhangkong could not understand where these emotions came from.

This was not Wu Zhangkong's strongest emotion. If Chen Ye had chosen to stir up memories of Long Bing, controlling his mind would have become exceptionally easy.

But this was only a spar, so Chen Ye naturally could not be bothered to affect Wu Zhangkong that much.

Even so, Wu Zhangkong's mind had still been greatly affected.

He silently glanced at Chen Ye, then nodded.

"You performed very well. I was a little distracted and failed to give you a proper combat experience. Let the next student come up."

Seeing the trace of gravity and confusion in Wu Zhangkong's eyes, the others exchanged looks. The next one to step onto the arena was Xie Xie.

Xie Xie wore an excited expression. After all, anyone could see that Teacher Wu was not in very good condition at the moment.

Xie Xie wanted to imitate Chen Ye and see whether he could give Teacher Wu a hit as well.

However, now that Chen Ye's influence was gone, Wu Zhangkong's thoughts were no longer entirely focused on Yun Luo.

As his focus returned, there was no more after that.