Yours is finished, it's my turn

The instant the words fell, Ye Fan saw Xiao Xiafeng's figure suddenly retreat at high speed, quickly pulling several dozen meters of safe distance from him. His movements were practiced to the extreme.

Black light flickered around him, and one cold metal cannon barrel after another appeared in succession, arranged in staggered layers, gleaming with a chilling light. All kinds of long-range offensive soul tools locked firmly onto Ye Fan, and countless streams of cannon fire shot toward his position like venomous snakes.

"Ye Fan, be careful!"

At the edge of the arena, the siblings Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen called out with worried faces.

"Xiao Fan, you have to win!"

Ye Guyi's palms were also slick with sweat as she murmured softly.

As for Li Yan, Chen Fei, and the others, each of them wore a smile at the corners of their mouths. Chen Fei was the first to shout, "How boring. I thought these transfer students had some real ability."

"They couldn't even last a single round before Xiafeng blasted them into sieves."

Hearing this, Li Yan chimed in at once, "Exactly. These transfer students rely on their status and casually squeeze out the spots that should belong to us senior students."

"I've disliked them for a long time."

As soon as he said this, quite a few senior students from Class 1 could not help echoing, "Exactly, exactly."

"Brother Xiao is mighty! Teach these transfer students a proper lesson for us and let them know that the academy has always relied on fists."

But this also completely ignited the fury of Xiao Hongchen, Meng Hongchen, and Ye Guyi.

Xiao Hongchen glared at Chen Fei and roared, "Chen Fei, do you dare fight me in the Soul Fighting Arena? The loser apologizes to the other side."

Hearing this, Chen Fei said with utter disdain, "Fight then. You think I'm afraid of you?"

As he spoke, Xiao Hongchen and Chen Fei went to another field in the Soul Fighting Arena to begin their soul duel.

Before they left, Meng Hongchen encouraged Xiao Hongchen, "Brother, knock him down."

Even Ye Guyi said to Xiao Hongchen, "Xiao Hongchen, knock him down."

Hearing this, Xiao Hongchen seemed to be utterly fired up. Looking at Xiao Hongchen, whose face had blossomed into a smile, Chen Fei felt a sudden sense that something was very wrong.

Some unknown place in the Soul Fighting Arena.

At some point, two terrifying auras had appeared, suspended in midair as they watched the two sides clashing on the field.

If Ye Fan saw them, he would definitely recognize them as Jing Hongchen and Qian Daoliu.

Jing Hongchen looked worried as he asked Qian Daoliu beside him, "Brother Qian, how confident do you think Xiao Fan is of winning this battle?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu's expression remained calm and undisturbed. Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "Xiao Fan will win, one hundred percent."

Jing Hongchen asked curiously, "Brother Qian, you're that confident in Xiao Fan? Although his talent is exceptional, he's only a six-year-old child."

A sharp light flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. "Because he is my successor."

Once these words were spoken, neither of them said anything more. They simply watched the field in silence.

Back on Ye Fan's side, even faced with Xiao Xiafeng's complete lock-on, he did not move in the slightest.

Extremely dark soul power flowed through his body, and his Death Angel martial soul was suddenly released. An incomparably dense aura of darkness instantly swept through the entire Soul Fighting Arena, and the protective soul tools at the edge of the field were activated at once to block this extreme darkness.

Facing the saturation strike Xiao Xiafeng had launched right from the start without any probing at all, Ye Fan did not panic in the slightest. He simply extended his six wings forward from behind his back, wrapping his entire body within them.

At this moment, Xiao Xiafeng was still full of confidence. "Ye Fan, remember in your next life not to provoke me."

Just as every shell struck Ye Fan, Xiao Xiafeng was smug with satisfaction.

Just when everyone present thought Ye Fan was certain to die under such an assault, A shocking scene occurred. Ye Fan let out a fierce shout, "Second soul skill—Death Devour!"

The cannon fire, roaring like thunder, crashed down. Dense volleys of soul tool shells, carrying fierce gusts of wind, all slammed into Ye Fan's outstretched six wings.

The pitch-black wings gleamed with an eerie dark light, their strange devouring patterns shifting across the surface. Layers of black mist surged and swirled, forming a sealed devouring domain.

The saturation attack Xiao Xiafeng had unleashed with all his soul power was instantly broken down and absorbed the moment it touched the wings. The violent soul power fluctuations vanished without a trace, and not even the slightest aftershock leaked out.

The terrifying, deadly offensive disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Xiafeng's pupils suddenly contracted. His feet stumbled hard beneath him, and his figure shook violently, nearly causing him to lose his balance on the spot.

He stared fixedly at the completely unharmed Ye Fan, his eyes churning with extreme fear and disbelief as he cried out hoarsely, "Impossible. This is impossible."

As an auxiliary-type soul master, his only offensive methods were these soul tools, yet Ye Fan was actually ignoring his soul tool attacks. How could that not shock him?

After withstanding one round of Xiao Xiafeng's attacks, Ye Fan spread his wings and looked straight at Xiao Xiafeng. "Xiao Xiafeng, you're done attacking. Now it's my turn."

"So next, let me see whether you can withstand my attack."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Xiafeng's expression changed slightly. He kept warning himself, "He's only a Great Soul Master. Even if he uses soul tools, there's no way he can break through my defensive barrier."

What awaited him was Ye Fan's next soul skill. "First soul skill—Angel Summon: can contract dead soul beasts and convert them into undead. As the soul master's level rises, the number of contracts will also increase."

Ye Fan gave a sharp shout, and a thousand-year Dark Burst Demon Wolf, a five-thousand-year Dark Magic Pattern Bear, and a ten-thousand-year Wind Demon Wolf King abruptly condensed around his Death Angel martial soul.

Then Ye Fan pointed at them from afar. "Go!"

The spirits of the three terrifying soul beasts charged toward Xiao Xiafeng.

The moment Ye Fan unleashed this soul skill, the entire venue exploded.

All kinds of uproar kept bursting from the crowd.

"God, that's a ten-thousand-year soul beast! Too terrifying!"

"Ye Fan is really handsome and powerful."

"I absolutely love him."

Over at Qian Daoliu and Jing Hongchen's side.

Jing Hongchen looked at Qian Daoliu, speechless. "Brother Qian, if Xiao Fan had this kind of trump card, you should've told me earlier. You made me worry for nothing all this time."

Of course, in Class Three, Ju Zi stared fixedly at the Dark Burst Demon Wolf Ye Fan had summoned and said in a low voice, "Ye Fan, the person who stole my soul ring really was you."

"Ju Zi, what's wrong?" At that moment, the richly dressed young man beside Ju Zi asked with concern.

Hearing this, Ju Zi glanced toward the source of the voice and, seeing that it was her companion, said to him in an unfriendly tone, "Wang Shaojie, do you still remember how not long ago, in the Evil Demon Forest, someone knocked us out and stole our soul rings?"

"Ye Fan is very likely the person who stole our soul rings."

"What?"

Hearing this, not only was the richly dressed young man Wang Shaojie shocked, even the other girl beside Ju Zi cried out in surprise. "Ju Zi, is what you're saying true?"

Back with Ye Fan, facing the assault of Ye Fan's three soul beast spirits, Xiao Xiafeng had no strength to fight back at all, especially with a ten-thousand-year spirit among them.

And so, Xiao Xiafeng very decisively admitted defeat to Lin Jiayi at the edge of the field. "Teacher, I admit defeat!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Jiayi acted without hesitation, flashing in front of Xiao Xiafeng.

Lin Jiayi activated his defensive shield, holding off the attacks of the three soul beast spirits with all his might.

But very soon, Lin Jiayi felt cracks appear across his defensive shield. No longer daring to be overconfident, he hurriedly said to Ye Fan, "Ye Fan, Xiao Xiafeng has already admitted defeat. You can stop now."

Hearing this, Ye Fan casually waved his hand, and the three soul beast spirits all returned to him. From this moment on, Ye Fan made his name in a single battle.

Not only had he defeated Xiao Xiafeng across ranks, he had even forced Lin Jiayi, a Soul Sage and their homeroom teacher, to ask for mercy.

Over at Ye Fan's side, just as things ended, Meng Hongchen and Ye Guyi immediately flew to Ye Fan's side.

Meng Hongchen asked one worried question after another. "Xiao Fan, are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?" As she spoke, Meng Hongchen actually started touching Ye Fan's body.

By contrast, Ye Guyi was much calmer, saying only faintly, "You did well."

But Ye Fan still saw concern in her eyes.

That made Ye Fan's heart feel sweet.

The three chatted for a few sentences, then headed to the Soul Fighting Arena next door where Xiao Hongchen and Chen Fei were.

On Xiao Hongchen and Chen Fei's side, the battle had also reached a fever pitch.