Instantly Defeating Yu Feng in the Duel Arena

Duel Arena.

Qin Ming led all the students of Class One, Tianzhi Grade, to a structure in the academy resembling an ancient Roman colosseum. Inside was a raised platform just like the one at the Great Spirit Arena.

Just as Qin Ming went to apply for duel permissions,

"You don't duel often?"

Looking at the well-equipped facilities and recalling the conversations of students along the way, Ouyang Ling could not help feeling regretful. When he noticed Yu Tianheng approaching him, he turned his head and asked.

"Uh, of course we do."

Yu Tianheng choked at the question, but after answering, he quickly became curious about something else. "How did you notice?"

"You mean you were sneaking up on me?" Ouyang Ling turned around. "Probably because I fight often, so I'm more sensitive."

"Is that so..."

Yu Tianheng fell thoughtful.

He wondered if he had experienced too little real combat.

"What a waste."

"Huh? What?"

Ouyang Ling's voice pulled the contemplative Yu Tianheng back to his senses. Confused, he asked, "Why do you say we're wasting something?"

"Obviously, this duel facility."

Ouyang Ling pointed at the duel platform. "The buildings in Heaven Dou Imperial Academy are among the finest on the continent. Yet I just asked around and found that you barely duel."

"That's because we prefer spending our time cultivating at the mimicry training grounds to raise our spirit power faster."

Yu Tianheng argued, "Besides, according to our curriculum, the academy only adds practical duel classes after we advance to the Heaven Dou Grade. Even then, those classes are limited."

Ouyang Ling raised his eyes. "You too?"

"I'm a little better off."

Recalling the duels he had experienced, Yu Tianheng rubbed his nose. "I took Teacher Qin's advice and arranged extra training privately afterward, but there was only so much I could do. Teacher Qin also submitted requests to the academy, but the changes he could make were quite limited. In the entire Tianzhi Grade, only our class probably has practical combat classes."

"After all, some people protested quite strongly. The pressure was too much for them..."

Yu Tianheng did not continue, merely lifting his chin. Though he said nothing, the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Ouyang Ling: "..."

He got it.

Most of them were spoiled young masters and young ladies.

"Ha."

Ouyang Ling let out a cold sneer, filled with disdain and contempt.

"If they're afraid of getting hurt, why become spirit masters?"

Yu Tianheng: "..."

That did make a lot of sense.

"No wonder Heaven Dou can't beat Star Luo or Spirit Hall in the tournament."

Yu Tianheng: "..."

It was true, but was it really okay to say it so bluntly?

To avoid turning this into an indiscriminate attack, Yu Tianheng spoke up in defense. "Actually, our class is pretty good. Those unwilling to participate in practical combat were kicked out by Teacher Qin long ago."

"That's why I was willing to join Class One too."

When he imagined Heaven Dou Imperial Academy under such circumstances serving as a place to cultivate spirit master talent, Ouyang Ling could not help shaking his head. "Perhaps I should tell Brother Xue about this."

"Brother Xue? Who's that?" Yu Tianheng asked doubtfully.

It sounded like a royal surname.

"Of course, His Highness the Crown Prince."

A trace of suspicion appeared in Ouyang Ling's eyes. "You're the eldest grandson of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch, yet you don't know this?"

Yu Tianheng said, "I just don't pay attention to such things."

"Well, now you know."

Ouyang Ling turned back, utterly unconcerned.

In any case, this matter could not be kept secret. Those who should know would know.

"No wonder you dared to beat up Xue Beng. So you belong to the Crown Prince's faction."

"Mm-hmm." Ouyang Ling neither confirmed nor denied it.

But seeing Yu Tianheng still wanting to continue, Ouyang Ling changed the subject. They had already said everything worth saying, so what was the point of continuing? He hooked his thumb behind him...

"Aren't you going to keep your girlfriend company?"

"Huh?"

Yu Tianheng instinctively turned around and saw Dugu Yan standing with Ye Lingling, chatting about something. When he turned back to look for Ouyang Ling again, he found that Ouyang Ling had already walked to the side of the duel platform, clearly signaling that he did not wish to continue the conversation.

"What a shame."

Yu Tianheng looked regretful, but soon became eager. "Still, let me see how strong you are later." Remembering how Ouyang Ling had precisely sensed his movements even with his back turned, he immediately became interested in the upcoming practical combat.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Ling had barely finished speaking with Yu Tianheng when he ran into Qin Ming, who had just finished applying for the duel platform.

"Teacher Qin."

Ouyang Ling greeted him.

"Ouyang."

Qin Ming smiled and gestured for him to return to the group. However, while no one else could hear them, Qin Ming lowered his head and asked, "Ouyang, if I have you go up first and teach Yu Feng or Oslo a lesson, are you confident? It'll also let me get a better grasp of your situation for future instruction."

"That's a small matter." Beneath his calm yet proud tone, Ouyang Ling casually asked, "But Teacher, you trust me that much? You're letting me fight?"

"Of course."

At this moment, Qin Ming's eyes seemed to shine with something called "wisdom." "Your spirit power is only one rank apart, but the quality of your martial spirit can completely erase that gap. What's more, I observed your every move and found that you seem to have experienced plenty of real combat. The two of them are different."

In other words, those two were basically novices in battle.

Ouyang Ling: "..."

It seemed that, as the future lead teacher of the Imperial Battle Team, Qin Ming had probably put in considerable effort to improve their strength.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

Qin Ming paused slightly at the question and asked,

"Do you want to know their martial spirits?"

"No need."

Ouyang Ling flatly refused, having misunderstood his meaning.

As for Yu Feng and Oslo's martial spirits... he had known them long ago. But honestly, he did not need to know, or rather, there was no need for him to know.

Very soon, on the duel platform.

Under Qin Ming's arrangements, the practical combat class began.

At first, Yu Feng and Oslo, who had respectively "drawn" first and second, thought they would have to see how long they could last against Teacher Qin before it ended. Instead, they were told that their opponent for this practical combat training would not be their teacher, but another student—the newly arrived Ouyang Ling.

The two of them immediately became overjoyed.

"Great!"

"That's right!"

Seeing their pathetic behavior, Yu Tianheng kindly reminded them, "Ouyang isn't weak at all. You might not be his match."

"Boss, we know."

Yu Feng said righteously, "But no matter what, we still have a chance to win, right? If Teacher Qin fights us in practical combat, we'll just get crushed. Every time he suppresses his strength, it looks like we can win, but in reality, we get completely beaten down every single time. We're numb from losing."

"Besides, I can fly. If that Ouyang doesn't have any anti-air methods, I can wear down all his spirit power."

Oslo nodded repeatedly beside him, expressing complete agreement.

"You two..."

Just as Yu Tianheng wanted to say something else, Qin Ming, acting as referee, called out, "Yu Feng, Ouyang Ling, get on the platform."

"Boss, I'm going."

As Yu Feng stepped onto the platform, Ouyang Ling followed close behind.

"Little Brother Ouyang, you're pretty strong, so don't blame me for not holding back." Yu Feng sounded smug, but inwardly he was extremely serious.

Ouyang Ling retreated until they were a hundred meters apart. His gaze locked onto Yu Feng without the slightest courtesy as he merely replied calmly,

"The strong come first."

Yu Feng froze. "Huh? What does that mean?"

Just then, "Begin!"

The moment Qin Ming's voice fell, Ouyang Ling shot forward. As his martial spirit rapidly possessed him, a yellow light flashed.

Immediately afterward, a layer of blue water mist spread out.

Deep Sea Illusion!

This opening move could completely lock down the opponent's subsequent actions.

At that moment, Yu Feng had also completed his martial spirit possession and was preparing to take off. Just as he intended to use hit-and-run tactics, his mind suddenly went blank, as though he vaguely saw something.

But when Yu Feng regained his senses, a fist was already in front of him, followed by...

"Ah—"

With a scream, Yu Feng nearly staggered to the ground. Though he was still conscious, he shouted, "Don't hit people in the face! You have no martial virtue either, launching a sneak attack!"

"There aren't that many rules in a fight, and a sneak attack isn't cheating." Ouyang Ling mercilessly hammered him with several punches. "Bear with it. If you pass out, it won't hurt anymore."

Yu Feng: "..."

Listen to that! What kind of thing was that to say?

Amid Yu Feng's cries of pain, Ouyang Ling also explained those four words from earlier—the biggest fist was the boss.

Once the water mist dispersed, the students, who had been unaware of what was happening, finally saw the figures on the platform.

But...

Whoa—Yu Feng had actually been instantly defeated!