Annihilating the Fierce God Team, Comforting Rongrong in His Arms

The two team members charging at the outermost edge did not even have time to dodge before plunging headfirst into the Purple Poison.

Sizzle!

A piercing sound of violent corrosion rang out. The flesh on their bodies instantly dissolved into bloody slurry. Their frenzied minds were finally torn apart by unbearable agony, and they collapsed to the ground with howls.

The Shi brothers slammed their two Black Tortoise Shields heavily onto the arena. The green shields merged into one, forming a solid wall that completely blocked any possible aftershock.

"Tianheng, the left side is yours. I'll take the right!"

Gu Feng shouted low, and his second soul skill, Gale Piercing, abruptly activated.

Cyan spiraling currents of air wrapped around his body. Combined with Ning Rongrong's forty-percent speed boost, Gu Feng moved so quickly that he left behind a long trail of afterimages.

Electric arcs crackled all over Yu Tianheng's body. His arms transformed into savage dragon claws as his first and second soul skills erupted at once. Riding flashes of lightning, he pounced on the enemies to the left.

When Meng Li, the Fierce God Team's captain, saw his teammates die miserably, the beastly nature in his berserk state was completely unleashed.

Ignoring the pits corroded into his body by the Purple Poison, he wrapped his fists in dark-red Soul Power and smashed them viciously toward Gu Feng's face.

"Go to hell!"

The heavy force of his fists compressed the air until it crackled.

Gu Feng did not take that brute force head-on. With a light tap of his toes against the ground, he drifted half a step backward.

Meng Li's fists slammed heavily into the blue bricks, blasting a pit two feet deep into the arena.

Taking advantage of the gap after his opponent's old strength had faded but before new strength could form, Gu Feng raised his right index finger.

Under the guidance of Heart Separation Control, the wind-attributed Soul Power within his body compressed madly into a single point at his fingertip.

The deep-cyan point of light shone with a blinding brilliance, drawing the air around his finger into an extremely small vacuum ring.

Wind God Finger!

Meng Li sensed the danger. His berserk instincts made him raise his thick arms in front of his chest as Soul Power surged frantically into them.

However, Gu Feng's strike contained all the penetrating force amplified by the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring and a forty-percent Soul Power boost.

Pfft!

A thin beam of deep-cyan wind shot through the middle of Meng Li's arms, then pierced his throat and flew diagonally out through the back of his neck, spraying a cloud of blood mist.

The scarlet in Meng Li's eyes rapidly faded.

His massive body swayed. A wheezing sound leaked from his throat, then he crashed heavily onto the arena and fell silent forever.

With their captain dead, the remaining Fierce God Team members had already been corroded raw by the Purple Poison. Caught between Yu Tianheng's savage Thunderclap Dragon Claws and Dugu Yan's snake venom, they could not organize any meaningful counterattack at all.

Within a few breaths, the screams subsided.

Only the pungent stench of blood and scraps of armor melted away by snake venom remained on the arena.

All seven members of the Fierce God Team were dead.

In the VIP stands below, the nobles who had been shouting moments earlier looked like ducks with their throats pinched shut. Their mouths hung wide open, but not a single word came out.

After dominating for a full forty-six matches, the Fierce God Team had been completely wiped out by this team of young people in less than the time it took to burn an incense stick!

The referee stumbled onto the arena. Not daring to look at the corpses on the ground, he shouted in a trembling voice:

"The... the Imperial Fighting Team wins!"

On the arena, Yu Tianheng stood at the edge of the blood pool. The dragon scales on his hands slowly receded as his chest heaved violently.

Dugu Yan had killed plenty of soul beasts with snake venom, but having personally poisoned living people into such a state made her face turn a few shades paler.

Killing people really was different from killing soul beasts.

Meanwhile, Gu Feng stood in the center beside that huge corpse, his body somewhat stiff.

This was the first time in more than a decade since coming to this world that he had personally taken a human life.

The sticky stench of blood wormed its way into his nose through the air. His stomach convulsed uncontrollably, his chest felt oppressively tight, and he gasped for breath.

Urgent footsteps came from behind.

Ning Rongrong ran over, not caring that the blood on the ground stained the hem of her white dress.

She threw herself into Gu Feng's arms, wrapping both arms tightly around his waist and pressing her face against his bloodstained lapel.

"Brother Feng... it's all right now. It's all right."

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled slightly, but she held him very tightly.

Feeling the soft, delicate body in his arms and the sweet fragrance of the girl entering his nose, the nauseating turmoil in Gu Feng's chest was forcibly suppressed.

He raised his slightly numb hands and wrapped them around Ning Rongrong's slender back. Burying his face in her hair, he took a deep breath of her fresh scent.

With soft jade and fragrant warmth in his arms, Ning Rongrong's heartbeat transmitted clearly through their thin clothes, carrying a hint of urgency and heartache.

"Rongrong, I'm fine now."

Gu Feng smoothed Ning Rongrong's long hair down her back, his voice slightly hoarse. "I'm just a little unaccustomed to it."

Ning Rongrong lifted her small face. Her moist eyes stared straight at him as she raised a hand and used her sleeve to wipe away a speck of blood splashed onto Gu Feng's cheek.

"They deserved to die. You were saving others."

Ning Rongrong looked at the corpses scattered everywhere, and her insides churned as well. But when she saw Gu Feng's reaction after killing someone, she forcibly suppressed her own discomfort.

Because she knew Gu Feng's reaction to killing someone would be even stronger than hers.

Ye Lingling also walked over. She silently put away her Martial Soul and stood to the side, handing over a clean handkerchief.

Yu Tianheng took several deep breaths, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked over to pat Gu Feng on the shoulder.

"Let's go. Teacher Qin is waiting for us in the passageway."

After the group returned to the lounge with Qin Ming, Qin Ming said anxiously,

"Pack your things, change your clothes, and leave Silvis City immediately."

Yu Tianheng removed his damaged arm guards and wiped the blood from his wrists.

"Teacher Qin, why are we leaving in such a hurry? We haven't collected the Great Soul Arena's prize money yet."

"Of course we'll take the money, but we must leave as soon as we have it."

Qin Ming tossed them spare casual clothes, his movements brisk.

"The Fierce God Team was a cash cow for several major noble families in Silvis City."

"Tonight, every one of them died, the betting pools collapsed, and those nobles not only lost their fortunes, but their prized attraction as well."

"The people behind those desperadoes won't follow the Great Soul Arena's rules."

Gu Feng walked to the basin, washed the blood from his hands, and changed into a clean white robe.

He understood Qin Ming's concerns very well.

Back then, after Shrek Academy destroyed the Fierce God Team and collected the money, they had fled overnight as well.

At that time, Shrek Academy had two Soul Sages, Flender and Zhao Wuji, backing them up. Ordinary Soul Masters did not dare cause trouble.

The Imperial Fighting Team had only Qin Ming, a level-sixty-two assault-type Soul Emperor, leading them openly.

If they encountered an encirclement by death warriors raised by the local nobles, complications could easily arise.

Gu Feng shook the water droplets off his hands and wiped them with a cloth.

When it came to background, the people in this room could practically tear the roof off Silvis City.

Ning Rongrong was the beloved daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master.

Yu Tianheng was the designated heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Behind Dugu Yan stood the famously protective Poison Douluo.

Not only did he carry the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's privileged gold token, but he also had the Heaven Dou Crown Prince's travel permit.

If they were truly pushed into revealing their trump cards, even the Duke of Silvis would have to crawl out of bed overnight and kneel to beg forgiveness.

No matter how formidable their backing was, it was difficult to guard against hidden arrows.

When traveling, it was better to avoid trouble whenever possible.

If some blind fool really came seeking death, they could simply crush them along the way.