One Ring Defeats Three Rings!

Wu Feng turned her head, lowering her voice to speak to Ning Tian.

"Be careful, he is truly strong."

Ning Tian nodded, her gaze solemn as she watched Gu An opposite them.

"Sister Feng, leave it to me. I will provide you with buffs."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Tian brought her hands together in front of her chest and then slowly pulled them apart.

Between her palms, an exquisite and delicate seven-colored pagoda appeared out of thin air.

Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

The strongest support-type martial soul on the continent.

The pagoda had seven levels, interwoven with seven colors, looking magnificent and beautiful.

At the same time, three soul rings rose from beneath Ning Tian's feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Two hundred-year soul rings and one thousand-year soul ring pulsed slowly around her body.

Ning Tian took a deep breath, held up the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda with both hands, and chanted.

"Seven Treasures turn out, Glazed Light."

"Seven Treasures have a name, the first is Power."

The first level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda lit up with a crimson glow, and a red beam of light shot from the pagoda, landing on Wu Feng.

"The second is Speed."

The second level lit up with an orange glow, and an orange beam of light followed, merging into Wu Feng's body.

"The third is Soul."

The third level lit up with a yellow glow, and a yellow beam of light likewise landed on Wu Feng.

All three buffs were fully applied.

Wu Feng clenched her fists, feeling the surging power within her body.

Strength, speed, and soul power were all comprehensively enhanced.

The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, her face full of confidence, her eyes fixed directly on Gu An opposite her.

"Come again."

"This time, you will undoubtedly lose."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Feng unleashed her two soul skills once more.

The phantom of the Red Dragon appeared behind her, more solid and ferocious than before.

Dragon Fire wrapped around her fists, the crimson flames burning fiercely.

The buffing light of Dragon's Fury flowed over her, and her entire aura soared significantly.

She stomped her foot hard, leaving a clear indentation in the Blue Steel Rock ground.

Her entire body transformed into a red streak of light, rushing straight toward Gu An at more than double her previous speed.

Watching Wu Feng, who was faster and more imposing than before, Gu An's expression remained calm.

"Since that is the case, let me show you my first soul skill as well."

He raised the Dragon Phoenix Soul Sound Flute to his lips.

"First soul skill, Whispering Melody."

His lips touched the flute, and he played softly.

A soothing melody flowed from the flute, the rhythm turning into tangible ripples.

They drifted slowly toward Wu Feng, silently enveloping her.

As Wu Feng charged forward, she suddenly felt her body become heavy.

Her speed was slashed by a significant margin.

She looked up at Gu An in shock.

"Your first soul skill is a support-type skill?"

Immediately after the shock, an irrepressible joy surged onto her face.

A support-type soul skill.

She was an assault-type battle soul master.

An instrument soul master whose first soul skill was actually support-type.

Isn't this just handing the win to her?

She had won.

This round was a guaranteed victory.

Off the stage, a smile bloomed on Ning Tian's face.

She had felt a moment of tension when she saw Gu An raise his flute, fearing it might be some powerful offensive soul skill.

She hadn't expected it to be a support-type soul skill.

What a turn of events.

This win was secure.

Watching the joy on the faces of Wu Feng and Ning Tian, Gu An's lips slowly curled upward.

He looked at the two of them playfully, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"A support-type soul skill?"

"Who told you this was a support-type soul skill?"

Hearing Gu An say this and seeing the mocking expression on his face, a sense of foreboding rose in the hearts of both Wu Feng and Ning Tian simultaneously.

The premonition grew stronger and stronger.

The next second!

Without any warning!

A sharp pain suddenly erupted from Wu Feng's back.

"Ah!"

She let out a cry of pain, her body stumbling forward.

Immediately after, Ning Tian's anxious shout came from behind.

"Sister Feng, watch out!"

"His melody can transform into Wind Blades to attack!"

Ning Tian's tone was filled with shock; she had seen it clearly.

The ripples of melody enveloping Wu Feng had suddenly distorted in that instant.

They transformed into a cyan Wind Blade, slicing silently into Wu Feng's back.

There was no omen, no trajectory; it had simply appeared out of thin air.

How insidious could this soul skill be?

It was practically impossible to guard against.

Hearing Ning Tian's warning, Gu An spread his hands, his tone relaxed.

"It's already too late."

He blew the flute once more.

This time, all the melodic ripples surrounding Wu Feng began to vibrate in unison.

One circle, two circles, three circles.

They all transformed into cyan Wind Blades.

Large and small, there were over a dozen of them.

Those Wind Blades hovered around Wu Feng's body, surrounding her so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.

The closest Wind Blade hung less than an inch from her throat.

The sharp edge faced her skin, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

Wu Feng's body stiffened.

She looked down at the Wind Blade in front of her neck, then swept her gaze around at the other blades surrounding her.

The sharp sensation made her afraid to move a muscle.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed with difficulty.

She wanted to stubbornly search for a gap in these Wind Blades to see if there was any chance of breaking out.

But she discovered that she was surrounded so thoroughly that there was no way out.

Even if she tried to force her way through these attacks, she would undoubtedly be severely injured.

With over a dozen Wind Blades striking her at once, her small frame simply couldn't withstand it.

An incredibly heavy sense of frustration appeared on Wu Feng's small face.

Her shoulders slumped, the corners of her mouth turned down, and her eyes were filled with unwillingness.

"I surrender."

Her voice was muffled, clearly full of dejection.

Ning Tian stood off the stage and let out a long sigh of relief.

She had been truly afraid that Sister Feng would lose her head and charge out regardless of the consequences.

This result was for the best.

Such an over-spec soul skill could only be granted by a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

A top-tier level twenty-five assault-type battle soul master, combined with the triple amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, still hadn't been able to defeat this guy who had just obtained his first ring.

What else was there to say?

She might as well just give it up.

Yet, while Ning Tian felt dejected, a surge of irrepressible joy also welled up within her.

After all, they would be able to possess such over-spec soul skills in the future.

And that Soul Spirit as well.

Every Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda soul master harbored a dream of becoming a battle soul master.

Ning Tian was naturally no exception.

She had to join this Spirit Transmission Academy.

"Alright, little girl, remember to fulfill your promise."

Leng Yaozhu's voice drifted down from the spectator stand.

She raised her hand and gave a casual wave.

A gentle, restorative light flew from her fingertips and landed on Wu Feng.

The wound on Wu Feng's back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a matter of seconds, Wu Feng had returned to her peak state, as if she hadn't been injured at all just moments ago.

Wu Feng rotated her shoulders, feeling no pain whatsoever.

She turned her head to look at Ning Tian, her face full of confusion.

"Ning Tian, what promise? Why don't I know about it?"

Faced with Wu Feng's question, an awkward expression appeared on Ning Tian's face.

She had assumed she wouldn't lose the bet, but she hadn't expected to lose after all.

Not only had she lost herself, but she had also dragged Wu Feng into this mess.

She felt too embarrassed to speak.

However, the person on the other side was a Title Douluo, so she naturally wouldn't—and dared not—renege on the debt.

She could only look at Wu Feng and explain the wager she had made with His Excellency.

"Feng-mei, it's like this..."

She had expected Wu Feng to be very angry after hearing the explanation, but to her surprise, the reaction was completely different from what she had imagined.