Ling Luocheng Returns! Testing the Martial Soul Fusion Talent

Watching Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong collapse flat on their faces, Ling Feng stepped closer and looked at the trench not far away.

The trench was about a meter and a half wide and a foot deep, extending straight forward for over fifty meters before quietly vanishing.

The Martial Soul Fusion Skill the two had just unleashed hadn't just carved a trench into the ground; it had even left a faint golden glow along its path.

Ling Feng stood where he was for a moment, then reached a hand into the trench and touched the gold.

Instantly, Ling Feng felt his brain go haywire, as if he had been struck by a Soul Shock.

I never expected their Martial Soul Fusion Skill to be this powerful!

They truly live up to being a hacker and the daughter of the Sugar God!

Only after feeling it at close range did Ling Feng realize the true might of their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

If he were hit by such an attack during a match, even Ling Feng couldn't guarantee he wouldn't stumble.

However, these assumptions rely on them actually hitting me.

As long as they don't land a hit, no matter how powerful the Martial Soul Fusion Skill is, it's all for nothing!

Ling Feng glanced at the two figures collapsed on the ground, then turned and headed toward Shrek Academy.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Unsurprisingly, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were late again.

However, since they were one of the few teams with a perfect record, they were given a perfunctory scolding before being allowed to return to their team.

The Freshman Assessment didn't have many complicated ceremonies.

The sixty-four teams participating in the Elimination Tournament were divided into thirty-two pairs to compete one by one.

The rules during the Elimination Tournament were simple: one match every morning and one every afternoon.

The eliminated teams would go straight back to class, while the winning teams would stay to continue the competition, with the final top three decided over the course of three days.

Once the drawing was finished, the round of sixty-four to thirty-two began immediately, with all thirty-two matches held simultaneously.

This minimized the assessment time, allowing the winning students enough time to rest before their afternoon matches.

The opponents for Ling Feng's team in this round were unheard of. Although all three were two-ring soul masters, their overall strength was merely average among the sixty-four teams.

Unfortunately for them, their opponent was Ling Feng.

In just one minute, Ling Feng cleared all three from the arena.

Ling Feng's trio became the first team to advance to the round of thirty-two.

When the news of Ling Feng's victory spread, teams in other areas were only just setting up their formations and applying buff skills.

Hearing that someone had already won, many who didn't know the inside story were shocked.

"What's going on? Did the opponents forfeit? There's no way the fight could end this quickly!"

"Unless they ran into acquaintances from their own class and the gap was obvious, who would forfeit at this stage?"

"I heard it was Ling Feng from Freshman Class Nine..."

In one of the zones, the other two members of Dai Huabin's team looked grim.

After all, they had come aiming for first place; they hadn't expected such a powerful existence among their opponents!

"What are you panicking about!"

Dai Huabin snorted coldly.

"Just because they fight fast doesn't mean they're necessarily strong! Who knows what tricks they used."

"Besides, we still have our trump card!"

"I believe that once we use it, we won't be any worse than them!"

District 15.

"Yuhao, just now..."

"Yeah, it must be Ling Feng and his team!"

Huo Yuhao looked solemn, and Wang Dong comforted him from the side.

"Don't be afraid. Don't forget we tested our Martial Soul Fusion Skill last night!"

"Even though we lost to him before, if we meet again, it's not certain who will win!"

As Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong whispered, Xiao Xiao didn't pay any attention to what they were saying.

Her gaze couldn't help but drift toward the exit.

Ling Feng was walking away slowly with Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

"Ling Feng..."

"I will make you see my change!"

"Even if I can't surpass you, I will make you know that I am always chasing you!"

She secretly encouraged herself in her heart, and then, to the shock of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao charged directly at their opponents!

Whether it was a matter of luck or something else, their afternoon opponents were equally obscure.

Ling Feng's trio once again advanced to the round of sixteen without any effort.

At this moment, Ning Tian and Wu Feng had become the objects of envy for all the freshmen.

Throughout the entire Freshman Assessment, the two had barely made a move, yet they had already reached the round of sixteen.

Regarding this, Ning Tian and her partner were truly helpless.

They had initially thought that it was easy to enjoy the shade under a big tree, but they hadn't expected to become "carried" players after teaming up with Ling Feng.

However, they didn't bother to explain.

Their own strength wasn't weak; even if they had teamed up with others instead of Ling Feng, their results wouldn't have been bad.

In the evening, after grabbing a bite at the cafeteria, Ling Feng returned to his dormitory.

As soon as he opened the door, Ling Feng heard a clattering sound coming from inside the room.

"Sister Nannan?"

"But I told her yesterday that I had a match today and wouldn't be eating at the dorm."

"Then who could it be?"

The living room was empty. Ling Feng walked slowly toward the bedroom and pushed open the master suite, only to see a familiar, beautiful figure tidying things up.

"Sister Luocheng?!"

Hearing his voice, Ling Luocheng turned around. The moment she saw Ling Feng, a mesmerizing smile bloomed on her cold, beautiful face.

"Little Feng! Did you miss me?"

"Hehe."

Ling Feng took two steps forward, but before he could make a move, Ling Luocheng pulled him over and held him tightly in her arms.

The strength in Ling Luocheng's hands was so great that Ling Feng couldn't even break free.

The longing was evident in her actions.

"Sister, I'm here!"

Ling Feng patted Ling Luocheng's back gently, comforting her in a soft voice.

After Ling Luocheng finished showering him with affection, she pulled him into the room to chat for a long while.

"Go wash up. When you come back, we'll... continue cultivating."

A blush appeared on Ling Luocheng's stunning face.

Hearing the word "cultivate," Ling Feng remembered the Martial Soul Fusion Talent he had obtained from the plot check-in, which he hadn't used yet.

It was worth noting that Ling Feng and Ling Luocheng both possessed the ice attribute. Having cultivated together for so long, their auras were so familiar that they could merge into one.

Even without the Martial Soul Fusion Talent, Ling Feng had suspected that they might one day be able to develop a Martial Soul Fusion Skill naturally.

Of course, that was just a guess.

Now that Ling Luocheng was back, Ling Feng definitely had to test the Martial Soul Fusion Talent.

"Sister Luocheng, why don't we find a cultivation room to practice in?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing this strange request, Ling Luocheng was a bit confused, then raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't the dorm have a cultivation room? Why run outside?"

"Or is it that after a few days apart, you think you're strong enough to bully me now?"

"They say you should beat your little brother while he's still young."

"Hmph, it seems this sister of yours is about to lose her dignity in front of you!"