Green Phoenix's Name, Sword Drawn to Draw Blood, Imperial Duel Yu Feng

Three months.

Not long, but not short either.

Yet it was enough to remold a person completely.

And enough to carve a name into the memory of all Heaven Dou City.

By day, on the official fighting stage of the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, "Green Phoenix" appeared right on time.

By night, in the Underground Great Spirit Arena, where there were no rules, only life and death, that Blue Bird mask appeared just as coldly.

Yun Yun gave this training a graceful name: the "Extreme Training Plan."

Feng Yun felt "Life-Taking Training Plan" was far more accurate.

"Master, you're trying to train me to death."

"You won't die."

Yun Yun's voice was as cool and clear as a spring. "I'll stop it before you do."

"..."

Complaints were complaints, but Feng Yun had never backed down.

Ever since he had personally dug out Nannan and the proprietress's dried corpses on that rainy night, the string in his heart had been drawn taut into a blade.

Especially in the Underground Great Spirit Arena.

That filthy arena with no bottom line was filled with violent thugs, desperadoes, and all manner of bloodthirsty scum who had lost every shred of conscience.

These people's eyes, their smiles, even their ways of fighting, all reminded Feng Yun of that Fallen Spirit Master who had sucked people's flesh and blood.

The same cruelty, the same bloodlust, the same disregard for human life.

So Feng Yun was not polite either.

Draw the sword, see blood!

Sheathe the sword, leave the stage!

No extra nonsense, no mercy from holding back.

In the Underground Great Spirit Arena, he had not gone to compete.

He had gone to kill.

Ten consecutive wins!

Twenty consecutive wins!

Thirty consecutive wins!

The name "Green Phoenix" was like a red-hot branding iron, searing itself deep into the minds of every gambler, spectator, and spirit-fighting contestant in Heaven Dou City.

A Green Phoenix Sword, a Blue Bird mask, an eerie fighting style that never revealed spirit rings, plus a bone-deep coldness and decisiveness in killing.

People talked about him everywhere.

"Who exactly is he?"

"Why does he never release his spirit rings? Is he afraid to, or does he just disdain it?"

"Are you insane? Getting thirty consecutive wins without using spirit skills—is that disdain? That's terrifying!"

In teahouses and taverns, Green Phoenix's name had already become the hottest topic.

Some gambling houses had even opened a betting pool: "Guess Green Phoenix's true strength."

The most outrageous bet was "big shot pretending to be weak."

If Feng Yun knew, he would probably laugh himself a six-pack.

The upper levels of the Great Spirit Arena had also begun to notice this anomaly.

A new Soul Grandmaster who never showed his spirit rings had forcibly smashed through the consecutive-win record.

This was unheard of in the history of the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

And late at night.

When Feng Yun dragged his battered body back to the hotel room, what awaited him was not rest.

It was his beautiful master, Yun Yun, emerging from the ring.

"Come here."

The lamplight was dim.

Yun Yun's figure solidified by the window, Moonlight outlined her cool, stunning silhouette.

Feng Yun obediently walked over and sat down with his back to her.

He was already familiar with the routine.

First, treat the wounds. Then review the fight. Finally, cultivate.

Yun Yun's delicate hand was dipped in ointment, her fingertips slowly spreading it along a newly added wound on his back.

The ointment was cool.

But whenever her fingertips occasionally brushed across his skin, the faint tingling they stirred made every hair on Feng Yun's back stand on end.

"In today's underground match, your third sword strike was too slow."

There was not the slightest warmth in Yun Yun's voice.

"Your opponent used a delayed soul skill. If you had closed in immediately, you wouldn't have needed to take that slash at all."

Her fingers slid across the wound at his ribs, the pressure extremely light, yet Feng Yun sucked in a sharp breath.

Not because it hurt.

It was because the path her finger took was far too deadly.

"Teacher... could you not scold me while rubbing medicine on my ticklish spots?"

Feng Yun's voice tightened. "My focus is completely drifting."

"Shut up."

Yun Yun's beautiful eyes glared, though the tips of her ears reddened by an almost imperceptible degree.

Her fingers did not stop. Instead, she deliberately pressed once more beside that wound.

"Hiss—!"

"Remember this pain."

Her tone was indifferent. "If you get hurt again next time, I won't stop at one press."

"Yes!"

Feng Yun hunched his shoulders and did not dare act up again.

But the corner of his mouth secretly curved.

His cool, beautiful master was strangely pretty when she got angry.

Three months of hellish training had brought a complete rebirth.

The combat awareness Yun Yun had taught him and the techniques for precisely conserving wind-attribute soul power had fully merged.

The Feng Yun who now drew his sword was no longer the hotheaded rookie from the Soul Hunting Forest who only knew how to brute-force his way through.

Every sword strike had intent.

Every step held calculation.

Even the use of every bit of soul power was exceptionally precise.

In one life-and-death battle, his state of mind was as cold as thousand-year-old ice, yet his attacks were swift as a fleeting startled swan.

The qualitative change had already been completed.

That morning.

The Imperial Fighting Team's private lounge in the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a match on the spirit arena was nearing its end.

The youth beneath the Blue Bird mask turned sideways and swung his sword.

His opponent had not even seen where the sword came from before he was swept off the stage by a sharp cyan wind blade.

Clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

"He won again."

Dugu Yan rested her chin on her hand, her tone carrying a touch of emotion. "How many wins in a row does this guy have now?"

"Forty-seven."

Yu Tianheng pushed up his glasses, his calm gaze fixed on the scene below.

"And not a single match has gone past thirty moves."

"Tch, he's got something, huh."

Yu Feng leaned back on the sofa, hands clasped behind his head, and said with a lazy, roguish air, "But he's just bullying those weaklings."

"If he really ran into someone from our Imperial Fighting Team, I'm afraid he wouldn't even last three moves."

Oslo sneered from the side. "The way you say that, it's like you'd win if you went up."

"Heh."

Yu Feng raised an eyebrow. "You think I wouldn't win if I went up?"

Shimo and Shi Mo exchanged a look, then both chuckled.

"Yu Feng, you're getting full of yourself."

"Not that full."

Yu Feng curled his lip. "Look at the way he fights. It's nothing like what people said about him not using soul skills."

"If he wasn't using soul skills, where did that movement technique and those wind blades come from?"

"His martial soul definitely has some hidden trait that lets him use soul skills through concealed soul rings."

"What he showed should already be his full strength. There's nothing mysterious about it at all."

Inside the waiting room, As the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team, Yu Tianheng had remained seated quietly in the corner the entire time.

His slightly narrowed gaze passed through the glass window, fixed on the Blue Bird-masked youth turning to leave the spirit arena.

The faint crease between his brows slowly smoothed out again.

He more or less agreed with what Yu Feng and the others were saying.

Just then, The referee's voice suddenly rang out in the arena.

"The next spirit battle—'Green Phoenix' versus 'Yu Feng'!"

The waiting room instantly exploded.

"Holy shit? It drew Yu Feng?" Oslo sprang up.

"That luck is way too perfect!" Dugu Yan's eyes lit up.

Oslo smiled in a strangely sarcastic way. "Yu Feng, didn't you just say you could settle it in three moves?"

"Perfect. The whole audience is waiting to see your performance."

Yu Tianheng did not join in the teasing. He only gave Yu Feng a faint look.

Yu Feng leaped up from the sofa, patted down the hem of his clothes, and wore a bold, confident smile.

"Watch closely, everyone!"

"I, Yu Feng, am going to snap this Blue Bird's wings today."

He strode toward the door.

"Yu Feng."

A cool female voice came from behind him.

Ye Lingling set down her teacup and calmly looked at his back.

"Don't be careless. Just because he doesn't reveal his soul rings doesn't necessarily mean he has none."

Yu Feng's steps paused. He turned back and grinned.

"Don't worry."

"Within three moves, I'll let him know what an elite of the Imperial Fighting Team is."

He had not taken it in.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Yu Tianheng's mouth.

"Let's see just how far Yu Feng can push this Green Phoenix."