Crushing the Berserk Giant Bear Team, Matched Against Dugu Yan in a Solo Match

"You two ganging up on one and dragging along dead weight—are you loaches or something?!" The older brother stopped in a furious roar.

He exchanged a glance with his younger brother. Purple thousand-year Soul Rings lit up around both of them as they prepared to unleash area-of-effect Soul Skills and seal off the entire arena.

Now.

Just as the two brothers pushed their Soul Power to its peak and their Soul Skills were about to be released, Gu Feng raised a hand and clenched the air from ten meters away.

Self-Created Soul Skill, Vacuum!

In that instant, all the air within a one-meter radius of the brothers' mouths and noses was sucked away.

With the pressure in their chests suddenly gone, the faces of the two burly men swelled to a liverish red. The surging Soul Power within them immediately went out of control and flowed backward, directly interrupting their Third Soul Skills halfway through charging.

The intense suffocation left their bodies frozen in place, unable to move.

Air exploded beneath Gu Feng's feet as he swept past the two men with Ning Rongrong in his arms.

Using the force of his dash, he kicked the vital points at the brothers' lower backs twice in succession.

Bang! Bang!

The two burly men staggered forward uncontrollably, rolling straight into the very center of the arena.

Gu Feng landed steadily at the edge of the arena.

The Soul Power within him poured without restraint into his Third Soul Ring.

The purple Soul Ring radiated a dazzling light.

"Third Soul Skill, Eye of the Storm!"

A massive vortex ten meters in diameter rose from the center of the arena.

Violent winds tore at the arena floor, sweeping shattered stones high into the air.

Before the two brothers could recover from their suffocation, their massive bodies were dragged into the air by the currents, tumbling violently within the vortex.

Gu Feng swept his right hand outward. The vortex spun even faster, and the two burly figures were flung directly from the storm, sailing dozens of meters before crashing heavily onto the open ground below the arena.

Thud!

The referee stood stunned for a full two seconds before finally raising the flag in his hand.

"The Berserk Giant Bear Team has fallen from the arena! The winners of this match are the Glazed Wind Team!"

The spectator stands fell silent for a moment before erupting into thunderous cheers.

Only then did Ning Rongrong lift her head from Gu Feng's arms.

She looked at the two burly men groaning below the arena, then at Gu Feng beside her. Excitedly, she rubbed against his neck.

"We won! Gu Feng, we won!"

Gu Feng patted her back. "Now that we've won, get down first. You're strangling my neck."

Only then did Ning Rongrong realize how intimately positioned she was, practically clinging to Gu Feng like a koala.

She hurriedly released him and jumped to the ground, smoothing out her wrinkled skirt. Her fair cheeks reddened all the way to her ears.

"Ahem... that was tactical coordination. Don't get any strange ideas!"

Gu Feng withdrew his Martial Soul, his expression unchanged. "Let's go. We need to settle the points and prize money backstage."

Inside the VIP private room.

Chen Xin leaned against the back of his chair, his long fingers tapping twice against his knee.

"Fengzhi, this kid's combat instincts are even trickier than I expected."

Holding a teacup, Ning Fengzhi smiled gently.

"Indeed, he is rare. Against two Level 33 defense-type Soul Masters specializing in offense, he did not choose to confront them head-on. Instead, he used speed and control to steadily wear down their patience."

"That trick of evacuating the air was used precisely at the break in their Soul Skill release, directly disrupting their charge-up."

Chen Xin's expression turned serious, and his tone grew solemn.

"More than that. That layer of circulating wind force around him can deflect most blunt impacts. It is an exceptionally refined self-created defensive technique."

"To achieve this level through his own exploration alone, without guidance from a master, his comprehension is truly frightening."

At this point, Chen Xin gave a soft snort.

"It's just that the way he held Rongrong earlier was rather unpleasant to look at."

Ning Fengzhi could not help laughing.

"Uncle Sword, that was a reasonable response in actual combat. Rongrong is an auxiliary-type Soul Master. If she stayed in place, she would only become a live target. Gu Feng taking her along was the safest strategy."

"That girl Rongrong fears neither heaven nor earth on ordinary days, yet she was surprisingly obedient up there."

Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and rose to his feet.

"Let's go, Uncle Sword. Since we've finished watching, it's time to return to the sect and arrange a few matters."

"These two youngsters should still stir up quite a commotion in the Great Soul Arena."

Ning Fengzhi was more than happy to see Ning Rongrong and Gu Feng growing closer. A genius like this had to remain in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Great Soul Arena contestant rest area.

Gu Feng accepted a heavy bag of prize money and two gleaming silver point tokens from the counter.

Ning Rongrong leaned over, pulled out a handful of Gold Soul Coins, tossed them in her palm, and looked disgusted.

"Only two hundred Gold Soul Coins? After deducting the venue fee and handling charges, that's not even enough for me to buy a piece of jewelry."

Gu Feng put the money bag back into his ring and glanced at her.

"Two hundred Gold Soul Coins are enough to feed and support an entire village in Holy Soul Village for half a year."

"A young miss of the sect naturally cannot understand what it means for common Soul Masters to risk their lives for gold."

Ning Rongrong choked on her words. Pouting, she grabbed Gu Feng's sleeve and muttered softly.

"I know, I know. Sorry, okay? It's just my first time earning money on my own, so I only said it casually."

She raised her head, blinking her bright, watery eyes as she tugged at Gu Feng's arm.

"Brother Gu Feng, now that the two-on-two match is over, are you going to fight in a solo match later?"

Gu Feng nodded. "Of course. Solo matches have a wider variety of opponents, making them perfect for honing my movement techniques."

Ning Rongrong immediately perked up and spun the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda once in her palm.

"Then I'll go buy a ticket for your solo match. While I'm at it, I'll bet every coin we earned tonight on you winning!"

With her chin raised, she spoke in an utterly certain tone.

"If you lose and wipe out all of my private savings, you'll have to serve as my guard in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for the rest of your life to repay the debt!"

Gu Feng looked at her spoiled little expression and spoke calmly.

"Don't worry. You'll never get the chance to make me repay a debt in this lifetime."

Ning Rongrong gave a huff, lifted her skirt, and jogged all the way toward the spectator passage.

Gu Feng stood where he was and loosened his wrists. The wind-attributed Soul Power in his body circulated steadily.

That battle just now had only been a warm-up. A true one-on-one contest was where his own strength would truly be tested.

The broadcast sounded once again.

"Will the Level 35 assault-type Battle Soul Elder, 'Wind God,' and the Level 36 control-type Battle Soul Elder, 'Jade Phosphor Poison Girl,' please proceed to the Eighth Spirit Arena and prepare to take the stage!"

Gu Feng froze where he stood.

A Level 36 control-type Battle Soul Elder, codenamed Jade Phosphor Poison Girl?

In this corner of Heaven Dou City, aside from Dugu Bo the Poison Douluo's own granddaughter, Dugu Yan, who else could it be?

What a coincidence.

Gu Feng started forward, following the passage toward the arena.

At that moment, at the entrance to the preparation area passage on the other side.

Several young men and women dressed in Heaven Dou Royal Academy uniforms had gathered together.

The girl standing at the front had ink-green hair cascading over her shoulders. Her form-fitting purple-black combat outfit outlined her tall figure, while her slender legs were straight and long.

Beside her, a blue-haired girl in black, her face veiled by a thin layer of black gauze, spoke softly.

"Dugu Yan, it's your turn."

Ye Lingling's voice was ethereal, clear, and exceptionally pleasant.