Isn't your brother just a support? If I stand here, does he dare come up?

"There are still exactly two days until the freshmen officially begin classes."

"These two days."

"Just let loose and spar with this year's freshmen."

As his words fell, Ning An raised a hand and tossed a bottle of healing pills, which landed steadily in Wu Feng's palm.

The bottle was slightly cool, and the rich medicinal fragrance sealed within instantly spread through the air. Just one breath of it soothed much of her turbulent blood and qi.

"These are for healing."

Ning An's gaze remained calm as he slowly said, "Trust me. These two days of sparring and tempering will bring you considerable gains."

This group of Shrek freshmen would be the best whetstones.

Wu Feng tightly gripped the medicine bottle in her hand, her fingertips curling slightly. As she looked up at the young man's handsome, upright figure, all the bitterness in her heart faded away, leaving only a blazing warmth.

She nodded heavily, fiery battle intent igniting once more in her clear eyes. "I'll listen to you!"

Ning An nodded slightly before returning to his private dormitory on the top floor.

On the open ground beneath the dormitory building.

Ning Tian looked at his best friend, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, and sighed helplessly yet sympathetically. "You really are..."

Wu Feng, however, did not care in the slightest about her crushing defeat earlier. She uncorked the jade bottle and swallowed a round white pill.

The warm, pure medicinal power instantly slid down her throat and flowed through her limbs and body, immediately soothing the stabbing pain in her muscles and bones as her damaged meridians rapidly healed.

Ning An wanted her to spar and gain experience, so she would spar and gain experience.

Over the next day and a half, a modest storm swept through the entire Shrek freshman district.

Relying on her twenty-ninth rank soul power and fierce, domineering fighting style, Wu Feng swept through more than half the freshmen!

Every freshman who dared step forward to spar was decisively defeated by her, without exception!

She honed her techniques and tempered her combat awareness through battle.

From being somewhat inexperienced at first to later attacking and withdrawing with ease and advancing and retreating with measured control, her combat experience skyrocketed at a pace visible to the naked eye!

At this moment, a young man dressed in extravagant clothing slowly stepped out within the freshman district. His brows and eyes were sharp, his expression arrogant, and he carried an innate air of superiority, as though he looked down upon all living things.

It was none other than the White Tiger Duke's Estate's second legitimate son, Dai Huabin!

As Dai Yueheng's biological younger brother, Dai Huabin possessed even greater talent than his elder brother. At only eleven years old, his soul power had already broken through rank thirty-two, firmly entering the ranks of Soul Elders!

His White Tiger martial soul far surpassed those of ordinary members of his clan. Coupled with the resources painstakingly invested by the Duke's Estate, he had crowned himself the number one freshman. He was contemptuous of everyone, his arrogance soaring to the heavens.

Along the way, every freshman had given him a wide berth. No one dared contend with him.

Watching Wu Feng, who had just finished a spar and was breathing slightly heavily, Dai Huabin narrowed his long, narrow eyes, a trace of disdainful contempt flashing through them.

He had heard that a troublesome red-haired girl had recently appeared among the freshmen, sweeping aside a group of Great Soul Masters. Now that he saw her for himself, she was nothing special.

"I heard you're undefeated against the freshmen?"

Dai Huabin slowly stepped forward, soul power quietly surging around him as a faint pressure spread outward. Looking down at Wu Feng, his tone was filled with mockery.

"A Great Soul Master propped up by sect resources dares strut around among Shrek's freshmen?"

At his words, Wu Feng's battle intent instantly boiled over. Completely unafraid despite his soul power being three ranks higher than hers, she met his gaze coldly. "Want to try?"

"You overestimate yourself."

Dai Huabin sneered, the arrogance in his eyes growing stronger. "Since you insist on humiliating yourself, I'll grant your wish."

Before his words had even faded, three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—rose from beneath his feet!

The standard optimal soul ring configuration. The immense soul power of a rank thirty-two Soul Elder erupted, while the tyrannical beastly might of the White Tiger martial soul swept in every direction!

"Martial Soul Possession!"

With a low shout, dark tiger stripes emerged across Dai Huabin's skin, his eyes turning into cold beast pupils. His aura surged explosively as a vicious pressure locked firmly onto Wu Feng!

A great battle was on the verge of erupting!

Wu Feng did not dare slacken in the slightest and instantly activated her Martial Soul Possession!

Although her combat experience had improved considerably.

The gap in rank was ultimately difficult to overcome!

A rank thirty-two Soul Elder against a rank twenty-nine Great Soul Master—a full three ranks of difference, along with one additional soul skill.

From the very instant the battle began, Wu Feng was placed at an absolute disadvantage!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A dense series of collisions exploded in rapid succession!

Dai Huabin's White Tiger attacks were tyrannical and fierce, every strike carrying immense, crushing force that overwhelmed everything around it!

Wu Feng relied on her movement speed to weave and dodge, evading at the limit, but every collision sent her stumbling backward again and again.

In just several dozen exchanges, she was completely forced into retreat, drenched in fragrant sweat as her soul power was rapidly depleted.

Was she going to lose again?

The stubbornness and unwillingness in Wu Feng's heart grew ever stronger!

She gritted her teeth and refused to admit defeat. No matter how many times she was knocked back, she launched fierce counterattacks time and again!

Under the immense pressure, her soul power, pushed to its very limit, finally shattered its restraints at this moment!

Buzz—!

The soul power around her body suddenly surged.

Level thirty!

Under Dai Huabin's attacks, Wu Feng had forced herself through a breakthrough, successfully stepping into the ranks of quasi-Soul Elders!

The freshmen watching nearby instantly erupted into an uproar, their faces filled with shock!

Wu Feng's combat strength rose sharply. She immediately stabilized her disadvantage, and her offensive became several times fiercer!

But even with her breakthrough, the gap in their levels remained impossible to overcome.

There was not the slightest surprise in Dai Huabin's eyes—only deep mockery and disdain.

"A breakthrough?"

"Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, it's completely useless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Huabin's offensive surged. He no longer held back!

"Third Soul Skill!"

Before Wu Feng could defend herself, she was struck.

Wu Feng's slender body was violently sent flying. She crashed heavily onto the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She braced herself against the ground and tried to rise, but all her strength had drained away. She could not stand at all.

Dai Huabin slowly walked up to the disheveled Wu Feng, who lay sprawled on the ground. Looking down at her from above, he curled his lips into a contemptuous sneer.

"So what if you broke through?"

"You're still utterly vulnerable."

"As expected, everyone from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is nothing but a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse. They may look glamorous, but they're all bluff and no substance—not one of them can fight!"

Ning Tian, who had been watching from the side, instantly changed expression. Her pretty face was full of anger. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she strode forward!

She stared fixedly at the arrogant Dai Huabin, her clear voice suddenly ringing out.

"Dai Huabin, you've got some nerve!"

"You dare insult my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in public? You must be blind!"

Dai Huabin raised a brow and sneered, utterly unconcerned. "I'm only stating facts. How is that an insult? A sect that survives by relying on support abilities thinks it deserves to talk about strength?"

"Fine! Do you believe I'll call my brother over and let him show you why flowers are so red?" Ning Tian glared at Dai Huabin angrily.

Dai Huabin looked at Ning Tian as if she were an idiot. "Isn't your brother's martial soul a support-type too?"

"You want him to stand up for you? To demonstrate how powerful the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is?"

"I'll stand right here. Call him over and see if he dares to come at me."

"I'm afraid he'll run away in disgrace after just one look at me."