Early in the morning, Zhou Yi stood on the competition platform.
Beside her stood Mu Jin, with her long purple hair.
Both had their arms crossed, their gazes locked, the air between them thick with hostility.
Ning Tian and the others were Mu Jin's students, while Li Qingming and the others were Zhou Yi's students.
Both sides were considered the very best students in their respective classes.
Now that they were facing each other for the first time, coupled with the old grudge between the two teachers, the atmosphere between them became even more tense.
However, neither of them threw out any trash talk at this stage.
They merely stood quietly in the spectator area and watched.
Meanwhile, on Platform No. 13, the two teams had already taken their positions.
Seeing the opposing trio's lineup, Wu Feng's lips curled in disdain.
Nanmen Yun'er stood beside her, while Ning Tian stood at the rear.
Ning Tian's expression was calm. She knew she could not compare to a three-ring Soul Elder of the assault type.
But she believed that her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda was no weaker. Its enhancement effects and every other aspect were equally astonishing.
Moreover, seeing the battle-ready Wu Feng before her, Ning Tian suddenly felt that they did not necessarily have to lose this match.
Although the other side was strong, their side was not weak either.
With that thought, Ning Tian's eyes filled with fighting spirit as well.
After the referee's gaze swept over both sides, he raised his hand and then lowered it, announcing the start of the match.
Once the match began, Wang Dong and Wu Feng immediately locked eyes.
Two yellow soul rings appeared around Wu Feng. A massive fire dragon roared behind her, and her hands began transforming into dragon claws.
Without pausing in the slightest, she charged straight at Wang Dong.
Wang Dong merely snorted. With a tap of his foot against the ground, one yellow and one purple soul ring appeared around him. He flapped his wings, and his Goddess of Light Slash swept toward Wu Feng as well.
The two collided almost instantly.
Nanmen Yun'er did not stop either. Taking one step forward, she seemed to teleport as she instantly rushed toward Xiao Xiao at the rear.
Seeing this, Xiao Xiao frowned.
She raised her hand, and three enormous dark-cyan bronze cauldrons appeared. Then she pointed sharply forward.
As the Three-Life Soul-Calming Cauldron jolted violently, it collided with Nanmen Yun'er.
Ning Tian watched the two of them and raised her hand, a trace of gravity flashing across her face.
Ning Tian's voice was soft. As she spoke, she stepped backward, trying to widen the distance between herself and Li Qingming.
"Seven treasures turn to glazed light, first: speed."
With Ning Tian's enhancement, Nanmen Yun'er's speed nearly doubled in an instant.
Her figure abruptly cleared the Three-Life Soul-Calming Cauldron and lunged at Xiao Xiao.
Yet as he watched the battle before him and the students charging toward him from all around, Li Qingming remained standing there calmly.
His golden eyes flickered faintly, and an overwhelming sense of lofty superiority instantly radiated from them.
A massive angel martial soul appeared behind him. The wings that had previously been somewhat concealed on the angel martial soul spread open without hesitation.
As three pairs of wings unfurled, three brilliant golden soul rings appeared around Li Qingming.
On the surface, these appeared to be hundred-year soul rings, but they were actually inheritance soul rings belonging to the Angel God. Each was a true angel soul ring, with no distinction in color.
Feeling the extreme pressure that suddenly erupted from Li Qingming, both Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er halted.
Then, without any hesitation, they turned and charged directly at Li Qingming.
Clearly, they had long made their plan—to severely wound Li Qingming first.
Yet as Li Qingming watched the two rushing toward him, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
His second soul ring lit up in an instant, and twelve long swords, each entirely brilliant gold, appeared behind him.
In that instant, the twelve swords condensed an immensely powerful holy force.
Li Qingming still did not use his ultimate holy power, but even so, with the appearance of these twelve swords, the oppressive aura around him rose to another level.
With a movement of his finger, three swords joined with another three swords, forming medium-sized greatswords before shooting forward.
As these medium-sized greatswords appeared, three of them attacked Wu Feng in an instant, while the other one immediately surrounded Nanmen Yun'er.
The emerald-green wings behind Nanmen Yun'er fluttered as her body collided with the Angel Divine Sword.
Meanwhile, the other three swords suddenly accelerated, their holy power crashing down with crushing force.
Wu Feng let out a roar toward the sky, and her second soul ring lit up, making her aura even stronger.
She clenched both fists. Terrifying flames spread across her crimson dragon palms as she punched directly at the angel swords.
But as the three angel swords closed in, they suddenly fused together, transforming directly into an enormous Angel Divine Sword.
As the massive Angel Divine Sword slashed down head-on, the terrifying strike landed, and blood sprayed across the ground.
Wu Feng was instantly sliced open from her face to her chest, leaving behind a huge wound. Her body was sent flying backward with a bang.
The sound came so abruptly that Ning Tian stared blankly at the scene behind them.
Nanmen Yun'er had only just barely blocked the Angel Divine Sword when she saw Wu Feng get cut down almost instantly.
There was indeed a gap between two rings and three rings, but to severely wound Wu Feng with a single move—one that was not even the full power of a soul skill—and even leave her gravely injured and near death...
That was simply unbelievable. Or rather, even they could not understand it.
Li Qingming merely lifted his hand slightly as he looked at Nanmen Yun'er.
A glint of golden light flashed across his pale fingers. The Angel Divine Sword then split into nine swords again and attacked Nanmen Yun'er without pause.
As the swords closed in around her, their glow was gradually dimming, but under their encirclement, more than ten wounds were instantly carved across Nanmen Yun'er's body.
Seeing the injuries on her two companions, Ning Tian gritted her teeth and stared directly at Li Qingming.
Li Qingming simply stood there calmly, their eyes meeting.
Ning Tian stared into Li Qingming's beautiful golden eyes. At this moment, there was none of his previous indifference, nor any calmness or gentleness. There was only that lofty, condescending gaze.
Feeling that gaze, Ning Tian's legs trembled. For a moment, she did not dare face Li Qingming, whether from fear or helplessness.
But when she saw the wounds on her two companions, Ning Tian still raised her hand.
"We surrender."
After Ning Tian tremblingly spoke those words, Li Qingming calmly raised his hand. The ten Angel Divine Swords that had completely trapped Nanmen Yun'er suddenly vanished.
Nanmen Yun'er collapsed onto the ground. Numerous wounds had been carved across her hands, legs, chest, and back.
She pressed both hands against her chest. Aside from humiliation and indignation, her eyes held even more fear.
The gap between them was simply too great.
Previously, when Li Qingming faced ordinary teams, even normal two-ring teams, they had always fought evenly at first before gradually defeating their opponents.
But this time, a single soul skill had crushed them so completely. Neither Zhou Yi nor Mu Jin behind her had expected it at all.
Or rather, they had not expected the disparity between the two sides to be so enormous.
Watching this scene, only Zhou Yi said nothing, though a faint smile rested on her lips.
Li Qingming had been hiding his strength before. How could she possibly fail to see that? She simply had not interfered.
Now, seeing Li Qingming suddenly exert himself, Zhou Yi was somewhat surprised, but even more delighted.
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