Tang San: Why Are You So Strong?!

Tang San looked up at the Azure Lotus Sword.

"Why?"

"Why did Blue Silver Grass submit to your weapon martial soul?"

Chen Feng did not answer.

There was no need to tell Tang San about A Yin's identity.

The discussions in the stands grew louder and louder.

"He even tried to launch a sneak attack after losing."

"Tang San from Blue Tyrant Academy simply can't afford to lose."

"Earlier, Ma Hongjun talked big and got forced to his knees by Chen Feng."

"Now even Tang San is kneeling."

"Seven people joined forces, yet Chen Feng still cut through them all by himself."

Yu Xiaogang hurried onto the spirit fighting stage.

"Little San merely failed to rein in his soul power in time."

"Chen Feng, the match is already over. Release Little San immediately!"

Dugu Yan walked over to Chen Feng's side.

"Failed to rein in his soul power?"

"The Clear Sky Hammer had already smashed down behind Chen Feng, and you still want to call that an accident?"

Yu Tianheng stepped in front of Yu Xiaogang.

"A Soul Ancestor in his forties bypassed the referee to launch a sneak attack."

"And that counts as failing to rein in his power?"

The referee's expression was equally unpleasant.

Tang San had bypassed him and continued attacking just now, a serious violation of the tournament rules.

"Tang San of Blue Tyrant Academy continued attacking his opponent after the match ended."

"He is hereby issued a warning for this match."

"If similar conduct occurs again, the referees will revoke Tang San's qualification to compete."

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.

"Little San has already been punished."

"Can you let him get up now?"

Chen Feng raised his hand.

The countless sword shadows gathered once more into the Azure Lotus Sword.

Azure Lotus Ten Thousand Forms dissipated with them.

Freed from the sword pressure, Tang San's body pitched forward.

He caught himself against the stone floor with both hands, barely avoiding collapsing face-first in public.

Chen Feng looked at the blue figure kneeling before him.

"Next time."

"The Azure Lotus Sword will not stop before your brow."

Tang San slowly rose to his feet.

The broken Eight Spider Lances withdrew into his body.

His eyes remained fixed on Chen Feng the entire time.

"I will remember today's defeat."

"Once I discover a way to break the Azure Lotus Sword, I will challenge you again."

Chen Feng turned away.

"You will not get another chance."

Tang San's expression stiffened.

The white-clad figure had already led the Imperial Team toward the competitors' passage.

From beginning to end.

Chen Feng never turned back for another glance.

In the VIP stands.

Ning Fengzhi gazed at the extensive sword marks across the spirit fighting stage.

"Uncle Sword."

"How strong do you think Chen Feng is now?"

Chen Xin closed his eyes, recalling every change that had occurred when Azure Lotus Ten Thousand Forms unfolded.

A moment later.

The Seven Kill Sword appeared in his palm.

A streak of sword energy flew from its blade and struck toward the spirit fighting stage.

The lingering Azure Lotus Sword Intent on the stone slabs reacted at once.

Golden-blue radiance rose on its own and split the Seven Kill Sword energy apart.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened.

"The battle is over, yet the remaining sword intent can still defend itself automatically?"

Chen Xin put away the Seven Kill Sword.

"Chen Feng's soul power is only rank fifty-five."

"But the quality of the Azure Lotus Sword already surpasses the Seven Kill Sword."

"The hundred-thousand-year fifth Soul Ring has also granted him domain abilities."

"If an ordinary Soul Sage entered Azure Lotus Ten Thousand Forms, they might not even be able to fully unleash their Martial Soul True Body."

Ning Fengzhi looked toward the exit passage.

"So Chen Feng already possesses the strength to contend with a Soul Sage."

Chen Xin slowly shook his head.

"Not merely contend."

"If his opponent has no domain and cannot withstand the art of sword control."

"Chen Feng can kill a Soul Sage."

Salas, seated nearby, froze with his fingers resting on the armrest.

At rank fifty-five, he could kill a Soul Sage.

Such talent could no longer be measured by the standards of ordinary soul masters.

More importantly.

Chen Feng came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Once Chen Feng grew into a Titled Douluo, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would possess three top-tier powerhouses at once.

Xue Ye the Great's face was full of admiration.

"Sect Master Ning."

"Having Chen Feng serve as captain of the Imperial Team is a blessing for the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy has a strong chance of winning this Soul Master Tournament."

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly.

"Your Majesty flatters us."

"There are many strong competitors in the Soul Master Tournament."

"The true outcome will only be known once the tournament is over."

Chen Xin did not join in their polite exchange.

His gaze remained fixed in the direction Chen Feng had left.

The faster the Azure Lotus Sword grew, the more Chen Xin anticipated it.

Once Chen Feng entered the Titled Douluo realm.

There would surely be a true exchange of swordsmanship between the Seven Kill Sword and the Azure Lotus Sword.

The Imperial Team's lounge.

Ye Lingling released the Nine-Heart Begonia, restoring the soul power Yu Tianheng and the others had expended during the match.

Although they had not truly fought, summoning their martial souls had still consumed a little power.

Dugu Yan sat beside Chen Feng.

Her purple team uniform clung to her slender waist.

Black stockings wrapped around her long legs, while her boots lightly tapped the floor.

"Chen Feng."

"The way you forced Tang San to kneel just now was truly satisfying."

"Someone like him deserves to be humiliated in public."

Chen Feng lifted the clear tea on the table.

"He chose to launch a sneak attack himself."

"I merely made him understand the rules."

The lounge door suddenly opened.

Ning Rongrong poked her head in from outside.

Her beautiful eyes swept around the room before quickly finding the white-clad figure.

"Brother Chen Feng."

Ning Rongrong entered carrying an exquisite food box.

Her light green team uniform swayed softly with her steps.

Her white stockings had not picked up any dust from the spirit fighting stage.

Dugu Yan looked at her.

"Why aren't you leaving with the people from Blue Tyrant Academy? What are you doing in the Imperial Team's lounge?"

Ning Rongrong placed the food box before Chen Feng.

"The match is over."

"I came to see Brother Chen Feng. Is there a problem with that?"

Dugu Yan moved a little closer to Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng isn't hurt."

"He doesn't need you checking on him."

Ning Rongrong opened the food box.

Several pieces of osmanthus cake were arranged neatly inside.

A faint sweet fragrance quickly spread through the room.

"These are pastries from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Brother Chen Feng used to like them best."

Chen Feng glanced at the pastries.

"You brought them from the sect?"

Ning Rongrong nodded gently.

"Rongrong knew she might meet Brother Chen Feng today, so she specially had the sect's chefs make them."

Her delicate hand picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and held it out before Chen Feng.

"Try it."

Chen Feng reached out and accepted it.

Their fingertips brushed lightly together.

Ning Rongrong quickly withdrew her hand, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

Dugu Yan directly took the second piece of osmanthus cake.

"It really does taste good."

Ning Rongrong immediately shielded the food box.

"Rongrong brought these for Brother Chen Feng."

"If Sister Yan wants some, go buy your own."

Dugu Yan finished the pastry in her hand.

"What belongs to Chen Feng belongs to me."

Ning Rongrong hugged the food box and sat on Chen Feng's other side.

"That is not true."

After finishing the osmanthus cake, Chen Feng lifted his teacup.

"If you two keep arguing over pastries, I will have Yu Tianheng eat them all."

Yu Tianheng was seated nearby with his eyes closed, recovering his soul power.

The moment he heard his name, he opened his eyes.

"Fine."

"I happened to skip breakfast."

Ning Rongrong hurriedly hugged the food box to her chest.

"No."

Dugu Yan could not help laughing.

"You just said you brought them for Chen Feng."

"Now that you're holding it so tightly, Chen Feng can't eat any either."

Ning Rongrong set the lunchbox back on the table.

"Brother Chen Feng can eat."

"No one else can."

Chen Feng raised a hand and ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair.

"You're still as protective of your food as when you were little."

Ning Rongrong did not dodge.

Instead, she leaned slightly into his palm.

"Rongrong isn't protective of her food."

"As long as Brother Chen Feng wants to eat it, Rongrong can give you anything she brought."

Dugu Yan raised her hand and slapped Chen Feng's hand away.

"You've messed up her hair."

"She still has to go back with the people from Blue Tyrant Academy later."

Ning Rongrong smoothed her hair.

"Sister Yan Yan, you won't let Brother Chen Feng touch me. Are you jealous?"

Dugu Yan hooked her arm around Chen Feng's.

"Why would I need to be jealous of you?"

"Chen Feng is at the Imperial Academy every day."

"I can see him whenever I want."

Ning Rongrong watched the two standing close together, her lips pressing together slightly.

"Brother Chen Feng."

"If Rongrong leaves Shrek Academy, can I come to Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"

The lounge fell silent for a moment.

Ao Siliuo and Yu Feng both looked over.

If a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master joined the Imperial Team, the entire team's strength would rise by a level.

Chen Feng set down his teacup.

"You want to leave?"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and looked at her fingers.

"To win, Tang San was willing to use poisoned needles on his own teammates."

"After the match ended, Tang San even used the Clear Sky Hammer to launch a sneak attack."

"Rongrong doesn't like a team like that."

"Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu hardly speak anymore, either."

"The academy now is completely different from when Rongrong first joined Shrek."

Chen Feng looked at Ning Rongrong.

"If you want to come, Heaven Dou Royal Academy will naturally have a place for you."

Ning Rongrong raised her head.

"Then what about Brother Chen Feng?"

"Do you want Rongrong to come?"

Dugu Yan turned to look at the man beside her.

Ning Rongrong waited for his answer as well.

Chen Feng reached out and picked up the last piece of osmanthus cake.

"As long as you come, I'll be here."

The disappointment on Ning Rongrong's face quickly vanished.

"Rongrong will remember that."

Night fell.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Chen Feng sat beneath an ancient tree in the back mountain.

The Azure Lotus Sword lay across his knees.

The battle during the day had not drained much of his strength.

Yet the effects of Azure Lotus Ten Thousand Forms were even stronger than expected.

The Blue Silver Emperor Origin could suppress plant-type martial souls.

The Sword Domain could also draw the life force of the surrounding vegetation to replenish his soul power.

As long as he fought in a forest or somewhere lush with vegetation, Azure Lotus Ten Thousand Forms could be maintained for a long time.

The Chat Group panel suddenly lit up.

Little Witch: [Sisters!]

Little Witch: [In today's opening match, Brother Chen Feng crushed Shrek again!]

Poison Fairy: [I was there.]

Poison Fairy: [There's no need for you to announce it.]

Fragrant Fox: [How long did Shrek's seven hold out this time?]

Poison Fairy: [A little longer than last time.]

Poison Fairy: [After all, Chen Feng made Ma Hongjun apologize first, wasting a few breaths.]

My Cat Is White and Big: [What was the final result?]

Little Witch: [Ma Hongjun knelt!]

Little Witch: [Tang San knelt too!]

The Chat Group fell quiet for a moment.

A flood of messages immediately popped up.

I Have No Mother: [Two out of seven people knelt?]

Ice Snow Princess: [How did an official tournament end up with people kneeling?]

Little Witch: [Ma Hongjun insulted Sister Yan Yan in the rest area.]

Little Witch: [Brother Chen Feng used sword pressure to make Ma Hongjun kneel and apologize.]

Little Witch: [After the match ended, Tang San refused to accept the result and even used the Clear Sky Hammer to launch a sneak attack from behind.]

Little Witch: [Brother Chen Feng activated a hundred-thousand-year soul skill and directly forced Tang San to his knees.]

Her Holiness the Pope: [A sneak attack after the match ended?]

Her Holiness the Pope: [Is that all the bearing the Clear Sky Sect's successor has?]

I Have No Mother: [Tang Hao plotted for his wife to sacrifice herself.]

I Have No Mother: [Tang San launched a sneak attack after losing.]

I Have No Mother: [The Tang Family's legacy truly has not been broken.]

Fragrant Fox: [Seven people joining forces lost to one person.]

Fragrant Fox: [They still tried to launch a sneak attack after the match, only to kneel again.]

Fragrant Fox: [The tournament has only just begun, yet Tang San has already become famous.]

Gentle Fire Dragon: [Little San just cares too much about winning and losing.]

Gentle Fire Dragon: [He wasn't like this before.]

My Cat Is White and Big: [Before?]

My Cat Is White and Big: [When he fired the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle at his companions, he was already like this.]

Liu Erlong sat in Blue Tyrant Academy's wooden cabin.

Seeing that message, her fingers paused over the illusory panel.

Liu Erlong had also seen clearly what happened on the Soul Fighting Arena.

After the referee announced the result, Tang San had indeed bypassed the referee and launched an attack.

There was no excuse for such behavior.

Gentle Fire Dragon: [Continuing to attack after the match ended was indeed Tang San's fault.]

Loves Carrots: [Third Brother wasn't like this before.]

Loves Carrots: [Now, whenever Third Brother encounters Chen Feng, he loses his usual calm.]

Xiao Wu sat by the window of Blue Tyrant Academy's dormitory.

The image of Tang San kneeling on the Soul Fighting Arena surfaced in her mind again.

What truly bothered Xiao Wu was not Tang San's defeat.

It was the sneak attack after the match ended.

And the fact that when Tang San called Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun trash, there had not been the slightest concern for his companions on his face.

Loves Carrots: [Losing a match isn't scary.]

Loves Carrots: [But I'm understanding Third Brother less and less.]

Her Holiness the Pope: [It's not that you don't understand.]

Her Holiness the Pope: [You simply weren't willing to understand before.]

Group Leader: [Victory and defeat reveal a person's character best.]

Group Leader: [Being tolerant in victory does not count as true tolerance.]

Group Leader: [Only those who can still hold their bottom line after defeat possess a steady state of mind.]

Group Leader: [Tang San's performance today has already explained everything.]

Loves Carrots: [Xiao Wu understands.]

Ning Rongrong looked at the Group Leader's assessment and immediately sent a photo.

In the photo.

The exquisite lunchbox was already more than half empty.

Chen Feng's palm rested atop Ning Rongrong's head.

At the edge of his white sleeve, a small section of a gold-and-cyan Azure Lotus Sword pattern was visible.

Little Witch: [After the match, I even brought Brother Chen Feng osmanthus cakes.]

Dugu Yan saw the photo and immediately sat up from her bed.

The angle of the photo had been very clever.

Ning Rongrong sat beside Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's palm rested on her head.

The distance between them looked closer than it actually was.

Poison Fairy: [I had a share of that box of osmanthus cakes too.]

Little Witch: [Sister Yan Yan clearly only ate one piece!]

Poison Fairy: [One piece is still eating.]

I Have No Mother: [You're arguing like this over a few pastries.]

I Have No Mother: [The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Dugu Family are truly promising.]

Fragrant Fox: [At least they've already met Chen Feng.]

Fragrant Fox: [When the finals reach Spirit City, I want to see him with my own eyes too.]

The Chat Group became lively again.

A Yin's avatar remained silent throughout.

Only after everyone else's messages had diminished somewhat did A Yin send Chen Feng a private message.

My Son Isn't a Bastard: [Great Group Leader.]

My Son Isn't a Bastard: [Has using your fifth Soul Ring been going smoothly?]