Godwind Academy, Douluo Continent's Notorious Simp Feng Xiaotian

Xu Changfeng swept his gaze around, frowning. "Feng Xiaotian isn't here?"

A middle-aged teacher overseeing the training walked over and clasped his fists. "Reporting to the Headmaster, Feng Xiaotian went to the Great Soul Arena for soul battles and hasn't returned yet."

Xu Changfeng nodded in understanding, then clapped his hands.

"Stop! Everyone, come over and assemble!"

The youths on the training ground stopped one after another and gathered around curiously.

They saw Feng Yun standing beside the Headmaster.

A nine-year-old child.

His features were quite refined and handsome, but no one knew what he was doing here.

"Everyone, this is Feng Yun. Starting today, he will join the Godwind Team as its youngest member at the age of nine."

As soon as Xu Changfeng finished speaking.

The atmosphere turned ugly.

"Nine?"

A broad-shouldered, burly youth was the first to frown, his face full of doubt.

"Some noble family's connected kid they shoved in here, right?" another lanky youth with a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks sneered.

"The Godwind Team isn't a daycare."

"Headmaster, you're not joking, are you?"

Questions and doubts rose one after another.

Was there no malice in them? Perhaps.

But every word carried a condescending contempt, all saying the same thing—he didn't deserve to be here.

Xu Changfeng was just about to explain.

Clang—!

A crisp sword-drawing sound cut everyone off.

Feng Yun already held the Green Phoenix Sword in his hand.

The blade gleamed with a faint azure light, sparkling beneath the sun.

He looked around at the youths before him, each one a head or two taller than himself. The corner of his lips curved into a half-smile.

"You've got one thing wrong."

"It's not that I insist on joining you."

"It's that you need to prove to me that this team is worthy of me."

The entire field fell silent for an instant, then erupted at his words.

"What did this brat just say?"

"Worthy of him? Is something wrong with his head?"

"I can't take it anymore. Let me teach this arrogant little punk a lesson!"

The broad, burly youth was the first to rush forward. He released his Wind Scythe martial soul, and two soul rings lit up—Level 25 Soul Grandmaster.

He wasn't among the strongest in the Godwind Team, but everyone else thought he was more than enough to deal with a nine-year-old child.

He thought so too.

However, three seconds later.

He lay sprawled on the training ground, staring at the white clouds drifting overhead, still unable to understand what had happened.

Ding!

Feng Yun sheathed his sword.

A single sideways sweep of a wind blade had sent the youth flying. There was nothing more to say.

His sharp gaze swept across the crowd.

He said flatly, "Next."

The field fell silent once more.

"You're outrageously arrogant. I'll do it!"

One unconvinced challenger after another rushed forward, and one after another was sent flying away.

Feng Yun stood in the center of the training ground with the Green Phoenix Sword in hand. From beginning to end, he did not release a single soul ring.

Every opponent followed roughly the same routine: release their martial soul, unleash their soul skill, then charge forward with a roar.

Then their attacks were shattered by one wind blade after another, and they were sent flying.

The fastest lasted ten seconds. Even the slowest did not last more than thirty.

Before long, people lay scattered all over the training ground, a spectacle as magnificent as the aftermath of a total wipeout.

No one still standing dared to shout, "I'll do it!"

The way they looked at Feng Yun had changed from anger to shock, and from shock to reverence.

Nine-year-old Feng Yun had wiped out their entire team.

What kind of monster was this?!

Xu Changfeng stood at the edge of the field with his hands behind his back, the curve of his lips growing wider and wider.

The middle-aged teacher had wanted to step in several times, but Xu Changfeng stopped him each time with a raised hand.

"Let them fight. I want to see."

What he wanted to see was Feng Yun's strength.

And now he had seen it.

It had truly opened his eyes.

This child's strength far exceeded what that record of twenty-seventh-rank Soul Power could convey.

Feng Yun sheathed his sword, blew out a breath, and glanced around at the "new colleagues" sprawled all over the ground.

"This team's level... hmm, could use some improvement."

Just as he was about to call it a day after the fight, a voice came from the entrance to the training ground.

"Oh? I heard some brat beat up all my team members?"

"Didn't expect it to be true."

It was lazy and unhurried, carrying the flamboyance and unruliness unique to a young man.

Feng Yun turned his head.

At the entrance to the training ground, a young man leaned against the doorframe.

He looked around eighteen or nineteen.

Tall and slender, with handsome features, he wore a carefree, cynical smile.

His eyes gleamed with interest.

"Captain!"

The Godwind Team members lying on the ground became excited the moment they saw him.

He was Feng Xiaotian, captain of the Godwind Team and the acknowledged number one genius of Godwind Academy.

He was also...

Feng Yun silently added in his heart, "One of the three biggest simps on Douluo Continent."

Of course, that label only applied in front of Huo Wu.

Feng Xiaotian straightened from the doorframe and walked over.

He stopped before Feng Yun and looked down at the little fellow, who was a full head shorter than him.

For a moment, he did not know what to say.

When he entered the training ground, he had been greeted by a miserable sight.

His team members were scattered all over the field, sprawled in every direction. Some had torn clothes, some were covered in dirt, and every expression was more miserable than the last.

Some clutched their chests and bared their teeth in pain, some leaned against the walls questioning their lives, and some had simply lain flat and stopped moving.

They looked like dungeon mobs that had just been wiped out.

And the BOSS who had "wiped them out," a nine-year-old child, stood in the center of the field sheathing his sword.

Feng Xiaotian had originally thought some fool had come to challenge them.

He had figured it was perfect—he had just returned from the Great Soul Arena and his hands were still warmed up, so he could teach the intruder a lesson while he was at it.

But then he looked up.

Nine years old, not even as broad as Feng Xiaotian's waist.

For a moment, he had no idea what expression to make.

"Um, little friend, who are you?"

Little friend?

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes and met his gaze.

"Feng Yun, son of the Wind Sword Sect's sect master."

Feng Xiaotian raised an eyebrow. "Wind Sword Sect?"

He was somewhat surprised.

Had this sect produced a little genius?

Seeing Feng Xiaotian return, the team members all cast him resentful looks that said, "Captain, you're finally here—hurry up and avenge us."

That look was so aggrieved, he looked like a resentful wife abandoned by a heartless man.

The corner of Feng Xiaotian's mouth twitched as he turned to look at Feng Yun.

Only to find Feng Yun studying him as well.

The nine-year-old brat even smiled at him.

"You're the captain of Godwind Team?"

Feng Yun spoke casually, his fingers tapping the hilt of the Green Phoenix Sword.

"Are you planning to avenge them?"

Feng Xiaotian froze for a moment.

Honestly, it was hard for him to say anything.

His opponent only came up to his chest.

Winning would bring him no glory, while losing would be social death.

But the looks his teammates gave him were growing increasingly fervent.

Their meaning could not have been clearer: Captain, go! You're our last hope!

"Ugh..."

Feng Xiaotian sighed.

"Fine. I'll just treat it as playing with a kid."

He would give the boy a light lesson and let him know the majesty of a captain.

"Since you're so confident,"

Feng Xiaotian shrugged, that carefree grin returning to his face.

"Then let me see what you've got."

Martial Soul Possession!

Gale Two-Headed Wolf!

Azure light surged from Feng Xiaotian's body, enveloping him completely.

Amid the crackling expansion of his bones, his figure abruptly grew taller.

His muscles and bones swelled at once, his body becoming far more muscular.

The long hair on his head was dyed a dazzling azure.

A wolf's head formed from blue light slowly emerged over his left shoulder, its eyes blood-red and its fangs bared.

Three soul rings appeared beneath his feet—two yellow and one purple, the optimal configuration.

The instant that aura erupted, even the air over the training ground seemed to grow heavier.

The team members Feng Yun had just wiped out immediately perked up. "Heh, Captain's getting serious!"

"That kid's in for it now!"

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mm, he really was on a different level from those small fry just now.

The oppressive force of this man's Martial Soul was stronger than that of quite a few Soul Ancestors with inferior soul-ring configurations at Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

But that was all.