Crushing Wu Feng, I Allow You to Continue Chasing My Footsteps

Seeing the red-haired girl brimming with confidence before him, Ning An's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he spoke softly, "Oh? Is that so?"

Clearly, Wu Feng, filled with confidence at that moment, had no idea just how terrifyingly strong the opponent standing before her truly was.

She did not know how, during the freshman entrance examination, Ning An had used his rank thirty-three Soul Elder cultivation to crush Dai Yueheng, the rank fifty-nine White Tiger Soul King.

She did not know that he possessed twin martial souls, as well as soul bones.

She knew even less that the gap between them had long since become the difference between clouds and mud—separated by an abyss she could never cross in her lifetime.

Beside them, Ning Tian watched anxiously, her little face filled with helplessness and panic. She hurried forward and grabbed the high-spirited Wu Feng by the hand, trying earnestly to dissuade her.

"Wu Feng, how about... we don't fight after all? There really isn't any need!"

She knew all too well just how terrifying her brother was!

Back then, her brother had defeated those sect prodigies who came looking for trouble with a single move. He had even beaten a thousand-year Mandala Snake until it was completely disoriented.

Others might not know Ning An's true combat strength, but how could she not?

Wu Feng's rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster cultivation was absolutely top-tier among freshmen, but before her brother, she was no different from a three-year-old child!

If they really fought, it would just be a one-sided beating!

Yet when those well-intentioned words reached Wu Feng's ears, they took on a completely different meaning.

Wu Feng merely assumed that her best friend was worried she might misjudge her strength and accidentally hurt Ning An. The battle intent in her eyes did not diminish. Instead, she gently patted the back of Ning Tian's hand.

"Ning Tian, you don't need to worry."

"I'll keep myself in check and stop at the right moment. I definitely won't hurt your brother."

Her tone was brimming with confidence.

Ning Tian froze on the spot, her almond-shaped eyes widening as her thoughts went into a frenzy.

Girl! You're way too naive!

I'm not afraid that you'll hurt my brother!

I'm afraid my brother might accidentally cripple you!

Seeing the incomparably serious look on Wu Feng's face, all of Ning Tian's attempts at persuasion caught in her throat, eventually turning into a helpless sigh.

Fine.

If Wu Feng did not personally experience a complete crushing defeat, she would never understand just how absurd the gap between herself and Ning An truly was.

The three said no more. Turning side by side, they quickly left the dormitory and arrived at the spacious clearing downstairs.

At that moment, freshmen beneath the dormitory building were chatting and cultivating in small groups.

When they saw the three people facing off in the clearing, quite a few gazes were instantly drawn over.

"The two girls beside him are so pretty. One is gentle and lively, while the other is proud and dazzling!"

"Looks like they're about to have a spar?"

Quiet murmurs rose up, and countless curious gazes focused on them, eagerly awaiting the coming duel.

At the center of the clearing, Wu Feng stood tall, her fiery-red figure dazzling and eye-catching. She slightly raised a hand and took the initiative to withdraw the soul power fluctuations around her body, looking arrogantly at the calm young man in white opposite her.

"Ning An, make your move!"

"I already said it. I won't use my martial soul in this match."

Her expression was resolute, her confidence absolute.

In her eyes, this was already her greatest concession—and the fairest way to fight.

Seeing the stubborn confidence in the girl's eyes, Ning An gently shook his head.

"Wu Feng."

"I once taught you that in a Soul Master duel, you must never underestimate any opponent."

"Even when facing someone who appears weaker than you, you must never let down your guard or become overconfident."

His voice paused, and the aura around him suddenly sank.

"Besides, from beginning to end, I was never weaker than you."

Boom!

A deep roar of soul power abruptly exploded!

Before Wu Feng could react, black light surged around Ning An's body, and an overbearing, ferocious beastly pressure instantly swept across the entire clearing!

Dark patterns rapidly spread along the boy's fair skin, covering his limbs and body as a savage, majestic aura soared into the sky!

The Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear martial soul had fully possessed him!

The next instant, three soul rings rose beneath Ning An's feet—yellow, purple, purple!

A flawless soul ring configuration of millennium-level rings spiraled around him in layers, their dazzling radiance painfully bright as their immense, heavy soul power pressure crushed outward in every direction!

The pupils of every freshman watching instantly shrank. Their faces filled with shock as they sharply sucked in a breath!

Three-ringed Soul Elder!

And the most perfect soul ring configuration at that—two purple and one yellow, the absolute pinnacle!

Who could have imagined that this mere eleven-year-old boy could not only crush a Soul King across ranks, but also possess such a heaven-defying soul ring configuration?!

Wu Feng, standing in the middle of the clearing, had the confidence and composure on her face freeze completely in an instant!

Her mind went blank with a boom, her blood nearly congealing as she stood rooted to the spot in utter daze!

How was that possible?!

Ning An... was already a level thirty-three Soul Elder?!

What shook her even more was that he had a second martial soul—an Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear?!

So... he had been concealing such an enormous trump card!

Countless emotions instantly flooded Wu Feng's mind.

And at that moment, Ning An's attack came crashing down!

Without the slightest hesitation, the boy's cool voice rang throughout the clearing:

"Left arm bone skill—Rampage Bear Pierce!"

Buzz!

A phantom bear claw appeared in Ning An's palm, its sharp, murderous aura spreading wildly.

As Ning An extended his hand slightly forward, the phantom bear claw thrust straight ahead, carrying an unstoppable force.

At that moment, Wu Feng finally snapped out of her shock, her survival instincts surging to their limit!

Not daring to hesitate for even a moment, the soul power around her erupted completely!

Martial soul possession!

Her soul power surged as two yellow soul rings rapidly rose and pulsed.

She no longer dared to hold anything back. Pouring all her soul power into defense, she did everything she could to withstand this attack head-on!

But the gap between them was simply too great. It was not something human effort could bridge!

Boom—!

The phantom claw came stabbing down!

It easily pierced through Wu Feng's defenses.

Ning An withdrew his hand at once, but even so, the terrifying residual force was still beyond what a level twenty-nine Grand Soul Master could withstand!

Pfft!

Wu Feng's body shuddered violently as a mouthful of blood burst uncontrollably from her lips. Her slender body flew backward like a kite with its string cut!

She crashed heavily onto the ground several meters away!

She lay stiffly on the ground, her limbs weak and sore, her mind utterly blank.

She had lost.

Lost completely and utterly.

All the freshmen watching were dumbstruck. They stared blankly at the disheveled Wu Feng on the ground, then at the boy standing there without a speck of dust on him. Nothing remained in their hearts but the deepest awe.

This was too outrageous!

They were both Shrek freshmen, yet the gap between them was so vast it inspired despair!

Wu Feng turned her head slightly and looked at the boy not far away. Her nose stung faintly as countless mixed emotions welled up within her, along with endless unwillingness and bitterness.

She had chased after him with everything she had, believing herself diligent and outstanding enough, yet before Ning An, she was as insignificant as dust.

Just moments ago, she had spoken so arrogantly and confidently declared that she could defeat him completely without even using her martial soul. Looking back, it was both laughable and ridiculous.

At that moment, she understood with absolute clarity that after this battle, her previous direct and passionate confession would become nothing more than a joke.

With such a vast difference in strength, let alone becoming her boyfriend, she and Ning An likely would not even be able to maintain the way they had interacted before.

Endless desolation wrapped tightly around her heart.

Just as Wu Feng was filled with dejection.

Ning An walked toward her step by step. Looking down at the disheveled red-haired girl on the ground, there was no mockery in his eyes.

Amid the astonished gazes of everyone present, he slowly bent down and extended his clean, slender hand. His clear, steady voice slowly sounded, reaching Wu Feng's ears:

"Wu Feng."

"I permit you to continue following in my footsteps. From this day onward, forge the glory of the Nine Treasures together with me."

Those gentle words instantly shattered all the darkness in Wu Feng's heart.

She abruptly looked up, staring blankly at the boy before her. Her eyes instantly brimmed with tears as complicated emotions churned within them—shame, unwillingness, gratitude, and bitterness all tangled together.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly raised her hand, covered in a thin layer of calluses, and gently grasped that warm, powerful palm.

A gentle and pure stream of soul power flowed into her body, soothing the aching bones and muscles throughout her body and calming her turbulent blood and qi.

Ning An exerted a little force and steadily pulled her up from the ground.

Seeing that the girl's eyes still held shock and unwillingness, Ning An's gaze softened.

"Wu Feng, you're not weak."

"It's just... I'm too strong."

Wu Feng's body trembled slightly. She stared blankly at the boy before her and remained silent for a long while.

Suppressing all the disappointment in her heart, she asked softly in an incomparably earnest tone, "Then... how can I become as strong as you?"