Fierce Battle with Yu Tianheng!

Dugu Yan walked forward with her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over Gu Feng before she let out a soft snort.

"I haven't forgotten that loss in our last one-on-one. I'll definitely win next time!"

Ning Rongrong immediately stepped forward, blocking Gu Feng from the front, and retorted with her pretty face raised.

"It doesn't matter if you keep it on the books. A loss is a loss. You won't beat Brother Feng on the team either."

Dugu Yan choked for a moment and shot Ning Rongrong an irritated glare.

"You're quite protective. It's not like I'm going to eat him."

Yu Feng, standing by the arena, could not help laughing. He leaned close to Osler and muttered under his breath.

"Our vice-captain's temper has finally met someone who can handle her."

But Yu Feng was not wrong. In terms of status, Ning Rongrong was the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and her talent was no slouch either.

More importantly, Gu Feng truly could easily defeat Dugu Bo, and that made Ning Rongrong very proud.

Qin Ming gave a light cough, interrupting the young people's bickering.

"Gu Feng, Rongrong, let me explain the team's training arrangements first."

"Our Imperial Fighting Team is made up of the academy's most outstanding students, so there are none of those tedious ordinary theory classes."

"Our daily routine mainly consists of three parts."

"First, each person goes to their corresponding Mimicry Cultivation Grounds to meditate and cultivate Soul Power."

"Second, the team conducts internal sparring matches and tactical coordination."

"Third, and most importantly, we gain real combat experience at the Great Soul Arena, while also periodically heading to the outskirts of Sunset Forest and the Star Dou Great Forest to fight Soul Beasts."

Gu Feng nodded slightly after hearing this.

This arrangement, focused purely on actual combat, spared them a great deal of meaningless theoretical instruction and suited his cultivation rhythm perfectly.

"Teacher Qin Ming's plan is very suitable. Everything should be decided by strength."

Gu Feng nodded in approval.

When Yu Tianheng heard that, the fighting spirit within him was immediately stirred.

He stepped forward twice and stood before Gu Feng. He was half a head taller than the twelve-year-old Gu Feng and radiated the oppressive presence unique to an assault-type Soul Master.

"Brother Gu Feng, I told you in the tea room that day that once we enrolled, I'd have a proper spar with you."

"I watched that individual match. Your wind control is extremely powerful, but my lightning won't be afraid of it."

"Teacher Qin Ming is here today, so how about we go a few rounds on the arena?"

The rest of the Imperial Fighting Team immediately became interested upon hearing that.

Yu Feng directly hopped onto the railing at the edge of the arena and let out a loud whistle.

"Go, Captain!"

Osler also spoke from the side.

"Captain, Gu Feng's abilities are unusual. Be careful. Don't end up losing."

The two brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, simply sat cross-legged on the ground, ready to watch the show.

When Ning Rongrong saw Yu Tianheng directly issue a challenge, she was not worried in the slightest. Instead, she tugged on Gu Feng's sleeve, her tone brimming with confidence.

"Go, Brother Feng! Defeat him!"

Hearing Ning Rongrong cheer, Dugu Yan immediately raised her brows and retorted.

"Little Sister Rongrong, Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is the strongest assault-type Martial Soul in the world. No one can withstand its close-range explosive power. Don't cry later when your heart aches."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort.

"Who knows who'll be the one crying!"

Gu Feng looked at the eager Yu Tianheng before him, and the Soul Power within his body began to stir as well.

Ever since breaking through to Level 36 and absorbing Whale Rubber, his physical strength and meridian resilience had improved greatly. He needed a powerful opponent to test the results.

Yu Tianheng possessed a top-tier beast Martial Soul and was exceptionally fierce in direct offense. He was the perfect touchstone.

"Alright. Then I'll have to ask the captain for guidance."

Gu Feng accepted the challenge cleanly.

The two walked one after the other onto the spacious Black Ridge Rock arena and took their positions twenty meters apart.

Qin Ming leaped onto the referee's platform and spoke loudly.

"This is only an internal spar. Stop at the right time, and do not strike vital areas."

"Prepare for the countdown. Three, two, one, begin!"

The instant his words fell, Yu Tianheng let out a low roar, and intense blue-purple lightning surged from his body.

The sleeve around his entire right arm instantly exploded. Dense dark-blue dragon scales rapidly emerged across his skin, and his palm transformed into a huge, sharp, savage dragon claw.

Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Brother Gu Feng, be careful!"

Yu Tianheng stomped heavily on the ground, shooting forward like a ball of lightning.

"First Soul Skill, Thunderclap Dragon Claw!"

His first Soul Ring suddenly lit up as violent lightning gathered around the dragon claw and blasted toward Gu Feng's face!

On the other side of the arena, Gu Feng's expression remained calm.

Two yellow and one purple standard Soul Rings also rose beneath his feet, while emerald-green currents of wind swirled lightly around his body.

Lightning rushed toward him, filling the air with crackling sparks.

"Second Soul Skill, Gale Piercing!"

Gu Feng's second Soul Ring glowed green, activating Gale Piercing.

His body left a string of afterimages in place as he slid several meters sideways, evading Yu Tianheng's fiercest frontal charge.

As he widened the distance, Gu Feng raised his right hand, and his first Soul Ring flashed in tandem.

Emerald-green wind blades rapidly gathered in his palm, condensing into a heavy green blade three feet long.

Yu Tianheng's strike missed. He twisted at the waist and hips, sweeping his blue-purple-scaled right claw toward Gu Feng's side.

Gu Feng did not retreat. He raised the solidified wind blade and met the attack head-on.

The dragon claw and wind blade collided solidly, as green airflow and blue-purple electric arcs tore frantically at each other.

The protective airflow around Gu Feng formed multiple rotating barriers, dispersing the shockwaves from the collision layer by layer.

Yu Tianheng felt as though his claw had stabbed into an extremely thick current of water. Most of his force was dissipated, and he was pushed back two steps.

Gu Feng also used the force to slide back five or six meters, coming to a steady stop.

"What a hard Martial Soul."

Gu Feng shook his slightly numb wrist and flexed his fingers.

Yu Tianheng steadied himself, faint lightning glimmering across the dragon scales on his arm as he laughed heartily.

"Your reactions and strength are far greater than I expected. Again!"

Yu Tianheng stomped the ground and charged forward once more, his legs producing heavy, muffled impacts against the Black Ridge Rock.

He abandoned his wide-ranging long-distance attacks and directly closed to within three feet of Gu Feng, launching a furious barrage of close-range strikes.

Heavy fists covered in dragon scales carried shrieking gusts of wind as they struck continuously toward Gu Feng's chest, shoulders, and face.

Using the agility boost granted by his second Soul Skill, Gu Feng crossed his arms to block while moving beneath him with Odd Asynchronous Footwork, dismantling each attack.

The two exchanged punches and kicks in the center of the arena, trading more than a dozen rounds in the blink of an eye.

The longer Yu Tianheng fought, the more something felt wrong.

Every time his fist struck its target, the airflow circling Gu Feng's body would rapidly rotate in the direction of the blow, redirecting the impact into empty space.

It felt as though every heavy punch landed on an enormous mass of resilient cotton, unable to harm the core at all.

"Ordinary attacks alone can't do anything to you."

Yu Tianheng retreated half a step, and his third Soul Ring shone brightly.

"Third Soul Skill, Thunderclap's Fury!"

Yu Tianheng's body suddenly grew taller. The dragon scales along his entire right arm stood fully erect, his lightning power doubled, and his whole body entered a berserk state.

Immediately afterward, his second Soul Ring lit up as well.

"Second Soul Skill, Thunderclap's Ten Thousand Bolts!"

Dense lightning arrows formed into an electric net and shot in every direction, sealing off all of Gu Feng's paths of retreat.

Osler could not help speaking from below the arena.

"The captain is getting serious. Chain control followed by an empowered ultimate—who can take that?"

Yu Feng gripped the railing and leaned half his body out.

"Brother Gu Feng can't hold on now, right? If Thunderclap's Ten Thousand Bolts even grazes him, he'll be paralyzed. Then the dragon claws will beat him senseless."

Dugu Yan stood nearby with her arms crossed, looking completely at ease.

"When Tianheng gets serious, no one at the same level can face him head-on."

Ning Rongrong immediately turned her head and lifted her chin at Dugu Yan.

"Watch first, then talk. Brother Feng hasn't even used his third Soul Skill at full strength yet. What are you so anxious about?"

Dugu Yan gave a soft snort and did not argue further, merely continuing to stare at the arena.

Qin Ming stood on the referee's platform with his hands in his pockets, having already seen the situation clearly.

"Tianheng's explosive power and defense are extremely strong, but he can't catch Gu Feng's speed."

"And Gu Feng's wind-attribute offensive methods are comparatively weak. It will also be difficult for him to break through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's Dragon Transformation."

"Let's see which of them breaks this deadlock first."