Ye Fan's Hard-Won Victory

Two arenas, two matches.

On Ye Fan's side, homeroom teacher Lin Jiayi gave the order.

Both sides reported their information.

The burly red-haired man opposite him, Li Yan, was the first to announce his information. "Li Yan. Martial soul: Li Fire. Rank 35 Soul Elder."

After reporting, Li Yan did not forget to mock Ye Fan. "Kid, I've had enough of you for a long time. Today, I'll teach you a proper lesson."

With that, the white-clothed Mijia beside him reported his own information. "Mijia. Martial soul: White Crane. Rank 38."

After more than half a month of studying together, Ye Fan had a general understanding of these two.

Both of them were students ranked in the top five of the class, and Mijia in particular was said to be a ruthless character second only to Ma Rulong.

So the moment the two of them stepped onto the stage, the battle was ready to erupt.

Ye Fan said to Ye Guyi, "Sister, I'll use my big move right away and end the fight. You rest up first."

Ye Guyi did not refuse. "All right, we'll do as you say."

As he spoke, under Li Yan's furious glare, Ye Fan began to report his information. "Ye Fan. Martial soul: Death Angel. Rank 26 Great Soul Master."

Ye Guyi followed closely after. "Ye Guyi. Martial soul: Holy Angel. Rank 36 Soul Elder."

Both sides took their positions, and the four of them simultaneously activated their soul power and released their martial souls.

Crimson flames roared up around Li Yan, and a scorching heat wave rushed straight at them. The heat was domineering and fierce, warping the surrounding air with its intensity. The burning sensation stung their skin tight, and Ye Fan could feel that this Li Fire was full of violent hostility, its offensive edge pressing sharply toward him.

Behind Mijia, a pair of broad White Crane wings spread open. With a light beat of white feathers, several afterimages streaked out. His speed into the air was astonishingly fast, the sound of him cutting through the air piercing to the ear, and he was not the slightest bit inferior to Ye Fan and Ye Guyi's angel wings.

Six pitch-black bone wings slowly unfolded behind Ye Fan. Dark purple death soul power spread out, and the pressure of death quietly diffused.

Ye Guyi's pure white angel wings unfurled, the holy light warm and heavy, distinctly separate from Ye Fan's death aura.

One black and one white, the two angelic figures stood side by side. On the other side, blazing fire raged while the White Crane shot through the air. Death and holy angels faced each other from afar, and the arena was instantly divided into two utterly different fields of aura: fire and holy light.

Ye Fan did not wait for the other side to strike first and directly unleashed the Death Angel's second soul skill and first soul skill.

Two bright purple soul rings lit up instantly.

Ye Fan shouted, "First soul skill: Angel Summon."

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 the Death Angel martial soul.

Ye Fan stepped forward and mounted the ten-thousand-year Wind Demon Wolf King, leading his underlings as they charged toward the two opponents.

As for the two across from him, when they saw Ye Fan use his big move right from the start, they were already prepared. Countless soul tool cannons around both of them lit up at the same time.

Frantic cannon fire, as if it cost them nothing, swept toward the three soul beast spirits led by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan originally did not care about this at all.

He simply released the Death Angel's second soul skill: Death Devour.

Terrifying devouring energy condensed on the Death Angel's wings, enveloping his body and absorbing the incoming cannon fire.

After one round of cannon fire, just as Ye Fan thought the other side was nothing special...

Mijia and Li Yan exchanged a glance. Mijia controlled his White Crane martial soul and rushed to Li Yan's side at extreme speed, carrying him high into the sky to avoid the assault of the soul beast spirits Ye Fan had summoned.

Then Ye Fan was shaken.

Li Yan released his own soul skill, "Third soul skill: Blazing Flame Amplification," then infused the flames of his Li Fire martial soul into his soul tool cannon, compressing the fire before spraying it toward the three soul beast spirits Ye Fan had summoned.

The terrifying Li Fire already countered soul bodies by nature, and with the amplification from Li Yan's soul skill added on, its might could not be underestimated.

In an instant, of the three great soul beast spirits, aside from the ten-thousand-year Wind Demon Wolf King, which dodged a little faster, the other two were left on their last legs.

Seeing this, Ye Fan recovered the two thousand-year soul beast spirits in distress, leaving only the ten-thousand-year Wind Demon Wolf King as his mount.

The situation on the field instantly turned against Ye Fan.

With Mijia's high speed, the pair's soul tool cannons could always strike Ye Fan with perfect accuracy.

Left with no choice, Ye Fan could only continuously release his second soul skill, "Death Devour."

At this moment, Li Yan, who had seized the initiative on the battlefield, clamored again, "Ye Fan!"

"The soul beast spirits you rely on are completely countered by my Li Fire martial soul. If you know what's good for you, obediently admit defeat, so I don't accidentally damage that pretty face of yours later."

As he spoke, Li Yan's Li Fire shells once again shot toward Ye Fan's location.

At this, Ye Guyi had just been about to intervene and support Ye Fan when Mijia's soul tool cannon fire forced her back.

Ye Guyi shouted, "Xiao Fan, are you all right?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan smiled at Ye Guyi through his angel wings. "Sister, I'm fine. Have you forgotten that my physical strength is comparable to a ten-thousand-year soul beast?"

"Their little attacks can't break through my defense at all."

Ye Fan's words finally made Ye Guyi let out a small sigh of relief.

What Ye Fan had not said was that he was currently setting a trap for the other side, waiting for them to step into it.

Ye Fan's words instead enraged Li Yan opposite him. "Kid, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

As he spoke, Li Yan increased his soul power output and unleashed a barrage of bombardment toward Ye Fan's location.

The battle continued just like that, until both sides' soul power was nearly exhausted.

All the while, Li Yan's curses had never stopped, but Ye Fan remained unmoved. It was not until Li Yan's soul power was finally almost drained that he began panting heavily, then cursed weakly, "Kid, are you a turtle or something?"

"You only know how to defend? Don't you know how to attack?"

Ye Fan knew his chance had come.

Ye Fan seemed like an angelic god descending to the mortal world as he restored his angel wings to their original state.

Across from him, Li Yan saw that Ye Fan had stopped dodging and was delighted. He signaled for Mijia, who was holding him, to keep moving at high speed, preparing to finish Ye Fan off in one strike.

But he failed to notice that Mijia's face was just as ashen now, clearly on the verge of running out of soul power.

After all, Mijia had to maintain his suppression of Ye Guyi while also carrying a sturdy young man like Li Yan the entire time. His soul power consumption was no joke.

Ye Fan saw that the hands Mijia used to hold Li Yan were trembling, and his whole body could barely stay steady in midair.

Ye Fan sent a voice transmission to Ye Guyi. "Sister, now. One each."

Hearing this, Ye Guyi saw the state of the two people opposite them and finally understood that Ye Fan's goal had been to wear them both down.

So she held nothing back any longer. Her angel wings beat to their limit, her speed soaring as she instantly arrived beside the two opponents.

Ye Fan followed right after.

Each of them held a close-combat soul tool.

Invincible barriers were active around their bodies.

Braving the weak firepower from the other side, they forced their way through the attacks and swung their close-combat soul tools, unleashing several sword strikes at their opponents with a series of clang, clang, clang.

"Creak."

With several cracking sounds...

The invincible barriers around the two opponents shattered in response, and what awaited them next were Ye Fan and Ye Guyi's sharp close-combat soul tools.

Ye Fan and Ye Guyi pressed their close-combat soul tools against the two opponents' throats.

Ye Fan and Ye Guyi said to the two of them respectively, "You lost."

"You lost."

Seeing this, Mijia first forced himself to complain to Ye Fan, "Ye Fan, fighting you is seriously boring."

Then he muttered to himself, "I can finally rest."

Right after that, Ye Fan saw his arms go limp, and Li Yan fell to the ground with a boom.

"Ow!" Li Yan was a big guy, and he fell flat on his face.

Mijia then fell right after him, landing on Li Yan's body with a boom.

"Fuu—!"

Li Yan let out a miserable cry, then passed out completely as well.

At the edge of the arena, the homeroom teacher Lin Jiayi was standing outside the match area for Ye Fan and Li Yan.

Because the matches on Xiao Hongchen and Ma Rulong's side had ended long ago.

But this battle of attrition between Ye Fan and Li Yan had lasted far too long.

As Lin Jiayi announced, "Winners of the four-to-two round: Ye Fan, Ye Guyi."

Ye Fan and Ye Guyi officially entered the finals.