Lap Pillow Debrief, the Next Target

They all knew Yu Tianheng's strength very well.

He was a level thirty-eight assault-type Soul Elder with the top-tier beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. After Martial Soul Possession, both his defense and destructive power stood at the pinnacle among his peers.

Yet now, a newcomer who had just joined the team and possessed only level thirty-six Soul Power had forcibly suppressed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's Dragon Transformation in a purely head-on clash with a self-created wind-attribute attack.

"The captain actually lost head-on..."

Yu Feng scratched his light brown short hair and could not help sucking in a cold breath.

"What exactly was that move of yours, Gu Feng? Soul skills can be used like that?"

Shi Mo stepped forward, glanced at his younger brother, then at the huge crater on the arena.

"If Shi Mo and I had gone up there and activated Black Tortoise Armor, that attack probably would have pierced through us too."

Osler shook his head, somewhat relieved that he had not taken the initiative to provoke him earlier.

"What a monster. Where did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dig up such a freak?"

Dugu Yan bit her lower lip.

She had originally been unwilling to accept her defeat in the individual match, believing that she had merely been careless and countered.

But now, seeing even Yu Tianheng's dragon claw, strengthened by Thunderclap's Fury, get shattered, the last trace of defiance in her heart completely vanished.

Gu Feng's methods truly seemed bottomless.

At the center of the arena, Ye Lingling withdrew her Martial Soul.

The pink-white glow of flower petals faded away. A few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her voice beneath the black veil was clear yet distant.

"There are tiny fractures in the captain's bones. His external injuries have all healed."

"For the next three days, do not forcibly circulate Soul Power to use Dragon Transformation. And do not exert strength with your right hand."

Yu Tianheng raised his right arm and flexed his fingers. Though it still felt weak and numb, the tearing pain had completely disappeared.

He stood and cupped his fist toward Ye Lingling.

"Thank you, Lingling. You've worked hard."

Ye Lingling merely nodded slightly, folded her arms, and retreated to a corner of the arena. As usual, she stood in the shade where the sunlight could not reach and said nothing more.

Yu Tianheng turned and walked over to Gu Feng.

Looking at Gu Feng, whose breathing was still somewhat heavy, he let out a long breath and spoke with complete frankness.

"Gu Feng, you won."

"You broke my Thunderclap Dragon Claw in a direct clash. I accept this defeat wholeheartedly."

Yu Tianheng extended his left hand toward Gu Feng.

"But this is only the beginning. Once I cross the level forty Soul Ancestor threshold and complete Dragon Transformation in both arms, I'll come find you for another fight."

Gu Feng extended his right hand and firmly clasped Yu Tianheng's left.

"Fine. Once we reach the Soul Ancestor realm, we'll fight again!"

Seeing the two of them act this way, Qin Ming, standing at the edge of the referee's platform, clapped his hands. The crisp applause echoed through the empty spirit arena.

The rest of the Imperial Fighting Team also began applauding.

Qin Ming leaped down from the stands and landed beside them, a gratified smile on his face.

"Very good!"

"The fastest way for Soul Masters to understand one another is through sparring with fists and feet."

"You two gave it your all on the arena, yet you can still respect each other after stepping down. Those are the qualities of truly outstanding teammates."

Qin Ming turned and swept his gaze across the Imperial Fighting Team, speaking seriously.

"Gu Feng's fighting style has given us great inspiration. The forms of Soul skills are not fixed and unchanging. Proper use of a Martial Soul's traits can often unleash destructive power far beyond common sense."

"Think carefully about today's spar when you return."

"Tianheng's injuries require a few days of rest. The team will not conduct group combat training for the next few days."

"Everyone should go to their respective Mimicry Cultivation Grounds for meditation. Once Tianheng has fully recovered, we'll resume full-team coordination training."

"Alright, dismissed early for today!"

Qin Ming waved his hand decisively and turned toward the exit.

Dugu Yan quickly stepped onto the arena, went to Yu Tianheng's side, and reached out to support his left arm as she looked him over from top to bottom.

"Come on. Let's go back to the dorms and get some proper rest."

Yu Tianheng smiled helplessly and obediently followed Dugu Yan out. Before leaving, he did not forget to turn back and wave at Gu Feng.

Yu Feng came over, circled Gu Feng twice, and clicked his tongue teasingly.

"Brother Gu Feng, you're my real big brother from now on. Can you teach me that Wind God Finger move? I have a wind-attribute Martial Soul too!"

Ning Rongrong immediately reached out and shoved Yu Feng half a step away, shielding Gu Feng behind her.

"Shoo, go cool off somewhere else. Brother Feng is tired. He doesn't have time to deal with you."

Yu Feng rubbed his nose and chuckled.

"Rongrong really is protective. Fine, fine, I won't disturb you two. Osler, come on, let's go to the cafeteria!"

Yu Feng hooked an arm around Osler's neck and left the venue laughing and chatting with the Shi brothers.

Before long, only Gu Feng and Ning Rongrong remained in the enormous spirit arena.

Ning Rongrong looked up at Gu Feng. Her small hand quietly slipped into his palm, their fingers interlocking, and her voice was soft.

"Brother Feng, the Mimicry Cultivation Grounds are great, but you used so much Soul Power today. Why not go back to the dorm and rest first?"

Gu Feng held Ning Rongrong's warm little hand and gently squeezed her palm with his fingertips.

"No need to go back to the dorm, Rongrong. Come sit over there with me."

Gu Feng raised his hand and pointed toward a sunny patch of grass at the edge of the spirit arena.

"Okay."

Ning Rongrong readily agreed and pulled Gu Feng over at a brisk pace.

Once they reached the grass, she took a thick pale pink blanket from the storage bracelet on her wrist and neatly spread it out.

Ning Rongrong took off her little leather boots, sat on the blanket with her legs together, and patted her full thighs clad in white stockings.

"Tired out, huh? Come on, lie here."

Gu Feng leaned closer, brushed his lips against her fair cheek, then lay down, resting his head on Ning Rongrong's soft, springy thighs.

The kiss turned Ning Rongrong's ears red, but her fingers obediently slipped into Gu Feng's black hair and began massaging his temples with just the right amount of pressure.

Resting on the young woman's warm, soft thighs and breathing in her faint fragrance, Gu Feng comfortably closed his eyes and began reviewing his plans ahead.

Defeating Yu Tianheng was only the first step toward establishing himself at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

His most important objective now was the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well deep within Sunset Forest.

The immortal herbs and medicinal plants there were the opportunity that could completely transform both himself and Rongrong.

To enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well openly and legitimately, the most reliable and quickest point of entry was Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan cultivated the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul, and a deep accumulation of snake venom had long built up within her body. Whenever rainy weather came or the poison flared up, she suffered unbearably.

As long as he found the right opportunity and exposed the secret of her toxin backlash in person, Dugu Bo would definitely be unable to sit still.

As for whether Dugu Bo would kill him to keep the secret?

Gu Feng was not worried in the slightest.

He was now a core member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with Ning Rongrong tied to him as well.

Even if Dugu Bo had ten times the courage, he would not dare take such a risk and lay a hand on him.

As long as he threw out the idea for detoxification, Dugu Bo would have no choice but to obediently lead the way and invite him to his medicinal garden to solve the problem.

As his thoughts turned, intense exhaustion washed over him.

Forcibly drawing out the wind elements across the entire arena to condense Wind God Finger had indeed drained the Soul Power from every meridian in his body.

Once he relaxed, drowsiness surged over him, and Gu Feng unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.