Taking Down Dugu Yan with Ease, Ning Rongrong Gets Jealous?

Dugu Yan turned around and raised a hand to smooth the loose strands of hair by her ear.

"Don't worry, Lingling. He's just a newly registered rookie, a level thirty-five assault-type Soul Elder. I'll deal with him soon enough."

Yu Tianheng, standing nearby, spoke up as well.

"Dugu Yan, be careful. Don't let your guard down."

Dugu Yan gave a soft snort, her tone carrying a touch of arrogance.

"Don't you know my poison? As long as Soul Masters of the same rank inhale even a mouthful, they'll lose all combat ability."

With that, Dugu Yan stepped briskly toward the stone stairs leading to the arena in her long boots.

The Eighth Spirit Arena was packed to the brim.

When Gu Feng stepped onto the arena, waves of applause rose from the stands.

Dugu Yan, who walked up from the opposite side, gave Gu Feng a once-over and slightly raised her brows.

The young man before her wore a simple fitted outfit. He was lean and upright, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, yet he was somehow a Soul Elder just like her.

"Little brother, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you dare enter a solo spirit match? If my poison hurts you later, don't go crying to your big sister."

Dugu Yan lifted her chin, her tone full of mockery.

Gu Feng remained calm, completely unfazed by her words.

"Match begin!"

The referee raised an arm at the center of the arena, then swiftly retreated.

Beneath Dugu Yan's feet, three Soul Rings rose up: yellow, yellow, purple.

Her legs merged into a thick jade-green snake tail, while a layer of fine emerald scales covered her upper body. Her entire figure exuded a bewitching aura.

"First Soul Skill, Jade Phosphor Red Poison!"

Dugu Yan parted her red lips, and a cloud of pink mist howled forth, rapidly merging into every part of her body.

Stimulated by the red poison, her speed and attack power surged dramatically.

Immediately afterward, the second yellow Soul Ring on her body lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Jade Phosphor Blue Poison!"

A sheet of deep-blue poisonous mist sprayed from her mouth, turning into several streams of blue air that swept directly toward Gu Feng's face.

This blue poison possessed a powerful paralyzing effect. As long as it touched the skin, it would stiffen one's limbs and render one unable to resist.

Facing the deep-blue poisonous mist rushing at him, Gu Feng stood perfectly still.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Three Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

Jade-green currents of air whirled madly around him, forming a rapidly flowing curtain of wind.

Whoosh!

The powerful airflow created an outward force. The deep-blue poison mist had only reached within three meters of Gu Feng before the wind curtain tore it apart, sending it rolling back along both sides.

It did not even touch a corner of Gu Feng's clothes.

Dugu Yan froze for a moment.

"How is that possible? My poison mist can't get through?"

Standing at the center of the green wind curtain, Gu Feng spoke calmly.

"Miss, your poison mist relies on air to spread. But as long as the airflow around me is fast enough, the poison mist cannot pass through my wind curtain."

"If you have no other direct close-combat attacks, then concede. Save yourself from wasting Soul Power."

Hearing those words, the pride in Dugu Yan's heart was completely ignited.

At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, she had always been regarded as a favored daughter of heaven. When had she ever been looked down upon like this by a boy younger than her?

"What arrogant nonsense! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Dugu Yan let out a sharp cry as her purple thousand-year Soul Ring burst with dazzling light.

"Third Soul Skill, Jade Phosphor Purple Poison!"

Dense, dark-purple poisonous mist surged wildly from her mouth.

This was her strongest trump card, carrying intense corrosive and paralyzing properties. Even assault-type Soul Masters of the same rank would be left with torn flesh and broken skin if they touched even the slightest bit of it.

The purple mist rapidly gathered in midair into a giant serpent baring its fangs and claws, lunging viciously at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng's Soul Power circulated steadily within him as the jade-green airflow around his body abruptly expanded to twice its previous size.

Self-Created Soul Skill, Vacuum!

Gu Feng made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the air in front of the purple poison serpent was swiftly evacuated.

Without the support of flowing air, the poisonous mist instantly lost its direction and churned violently in midair.

At the same time, Gu Feng's second Soul Ring flickered.

"Second Soul Skill, Gale Piercing."

Spiraling gusts wrapped around his entire body, pushing Gu Feng's speed to the absolute limit.

His body became a green afterimage, flashing through the gap along the edge of the poisonous mist. He moved so fast that a string of green phantoms remained across the arena.

Dugu Yan only saw a blur before her eyes. The purple serpent pounced on empty air and slammed heavily into the ground, corroding the granite floor with a sizzling sound.

"Where is he?"

Dugu Yan hurriedly tried to swing her snake tail around to defend herself.

A lean figure had already appeared soundlessly right in front of her.

Less than half a foot separated them.

Dugu Yan could even clearly sense the clean, refreshing scent coming from him, along with the warmth radiating from the young man's chest.

Such close proximity made Dugu Yan's heart race, and the scales all over her body nearly bristled.

Just as she raised her hand to slash at Gu Feng's face with her snake claw, Gu Feng's right hand had already lightly settled on her fragrant shoulder.

There was no fierce, overbearing force, nor any tearing damage from wind blades.

There was only an incomparably gentle yet immensely powerful push of wind in his palm.

Boom!

Dugu Yan was sent soaring into the air by that force, floating more than twenty meters before steadily crossing the white boundary line at the edge of the arena.

Thud.

Dugu Yan's feet landed on the red carpet below the arena. She staggered back three steps before steadying herself.

She did not have a single wound on her body, and not even a corner of her clothes was damaged.

But she had indeed landed out of bounds.

At the center of the arena, Gu Feng withdrew his Martial Soul, and the wind currents circling around him slowly dispersed.

The referee was stunned for a moment before hurriedly striking the bronze gong in his hand.

"The Jade Phosphor Poison Girl has fallen from the arena!"

"The winner of this solo match is Wind God!"

The entire audience fell silent for a moment before erupting in thunderous cheers.

"That was too fast! How did that movement technique get around her?"

"He didn't even hit her, yet he sent the Jade Phosphor Poison Girl right off the stage!"

Standing below the arena, Dugu Yan's pretty face had turned the color of liver.

Frustrating!

It was far too frustrating!

Her formidable Jade Phosphorous Venom had not even touched the corner of his clothes. She had barely unleashed her third Soul Skill before he circled behind her and pushed her off the arena.

It felt like throwing a punch with all her strength, only for it to land on a soft pile of cotton. The discomfort nearly made her cough up blood.

"Damn brat! Just you wait!"

Dugu Yan stomped her foot, withdrew her Martial Soul, and returned to her human legs before storming toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy's spectator section.

In the stands, Yu Tianheng and Ye Lingling hurried over.

"Dugu Yan, are you alright?" Yu Tianheng asked worriedly as he grabbed her wrist.

Dugu Yan shook off Yu Tianheng's hand, her chest heaving violently.

"I'm fine! That brat didn't use his full strength at all. He simply used his movement technique and airflow-countering methods to get me off the stage!"

Ye Lingling stood beside her and spoke softly.

"His control over his wind Martial Soul is extremely precise. If that palm strike had been replaced with wind blades, you would already be seriously injured."

"He showed mercy."

Hearing that only made Dugu Yan feel worse. She bit her lower lip and sat down on the bench, sulking.

Elsewhere.

Gu Feng stepped off the arena and passed through the contestant passageway to return to the resting hall.

The moment he pushed open the door to the lounge, a petite white figure rushed toward him aggressively and blocked his path.

Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, her delicate little face puffed up like a bun and her beautiful eyes wide with anger.

"Brother Gu Feng!"

Ning Rongrong took a large step forward, nearly crashing straight into Gu Feng's arms.

The familiar, faint floral fragrance from the girl washed over him, while her warm breath brushed against Gu Feng's chin.

"What were you doing on the stage just now?!"

Ning Rongrong extended a slender finger and fiercely poked Gu Feng's firm chest.

"You're always so fierce with me. When we travel, you act like you want to wear me to death, and even when you massage my legs, you put on such a serious face!"

"But when you met that green-haired woman in tight clothes on the stage, why were you so gentle?"

"You even lightly pushed her down with your hand! You didn't hurt so much as a single strand of her hair!"

"Tell me honestly, do you like that woman?"