Everyone watched as Ji Ziyue chased Ye Fan down and beat him one-sidedly.
They were all utterly shocked.
Especially when Ji Ziyue leaped and landed again and again, smashing huge craters into the soul-tool-tech-hardened ground.
Every face twitched violently.
"Is she even human?"
"Why do I feel like she isn't a person?"
Watching Ji Ziyue's frenzied performance, Li Yan subconsciously swallowed.
Juzi, Jing Ziyan, and the others nodded furiously at that.
Ma Zhanshan, however, was not surprised by Ji Ziyue's display in the slightest.
After all, when he had made an exception and allowed Ji Ziyue into the academy, what he had valued was precisely her bloodline talent.
Her martial spirit was the Golden Dragon King, and she possessed ultimate strength.
As the saying went, one force could break ten thousand techniques. Ma Zhanshan believed that given enough time, Ji Ziyue's achievements would not fall below Ye Fan's.
On the field, Ji Ziyue came close to piercing Ye Fan every time.
Yet Ye Fan always dodged cleverly.
Seeing this, Ji Ziyue changed her strategy. She stopped her spear and began activating her soul skill.
"Damn it, Ye Fan, do you only know how to run?"
"If you have the guts, fight me head-on!"
Seeing this, Ye Fan steadied himself in midair.
Hearing Ji Ziyue's words, he raised an eyebrow slightly. "Ji Ziyue, fighting you head-on is fine!"
"But you can't use the Golden Dragon Gun in your hand!"
"Fine!"
Seeing how wary Ye Fan was of the spear in her hand, Ji Ziyue seemed to feel that it was somewhat unfair as well.
She decisively put away her spear.
She intended to engage Ye Fan in close-quarters combat using the strength of her body.
"First Soul Skill—Golden Dragon Body."
"Second Soul Skill—Dragon's Power."
In Ye Fan's eyes, the Golden Dragon