Group Aerial Flyers

"First Soul Skill: Azure Shadow Overlap!"

Wei Xiaofeng's figure turned hazy, splitting into two, then four, ...

In the blink of an eye, countless afterimages filled the area, impossible to distinguish between real and fake.

Before Fang Ming could make a move, Xie Xie's angry voice rang out. "Boss, let me handle this!"

"Who cares how many illusions you have? If I attack them all at once, won't I find out which is real and which is fake?"

Xie Xie transformed into a streak of golden light and charged straight at Wei Xiaofeng.

"First Soul Skill: Light Dragon Blade!"

The Light Dragon Dagger in his hand instantly blazed with light.

A peerlessly sharp golden blade of light condensed, sweeping out with the fierce momentum of something tearing through the sky.

The air itself seemed to split beneath the blade's edge, letting out a faint tearing hiss.

"Pfft..."

Wei Xiaofeng was pierced by the golden light and sent flying, putting on a performance as an "airborne flyer."

The strike was clean and decisive. Before Wei Xiaofeng's afterimages could even serve their confusing purpose, Xie Xie had broken them with the most brutal and direct method possible.

No matter how many illusions you had, one sweeping light blade would always hit the real one.

Wei Xiaofeng's body slammed heavily into the ground, rolling twice before finally coming to a stop.

The azure scales over his body shattered inch by inch. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was filled with humiliation and unwillingness.

Wei Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and tried to struggle to his feet, only to discover that his entire body was in agony and he could barely muster any strength.

"Xiaofeng!"

Pu Liyong's eyes turned bloodshot as he panted like a bull.

He violently shook both arms, and the yellow Soul Ring behind him suddenly lit up as a berserk aura erupted.

"First Soul Skill: Mighty Charge!"

Like an enraged wild boar, he crashed viciously toward Xie Xie with a dull howl of wind and overwhelming force.

"Xie Xie, move!"

Wang Jinxi let out a low shout. A yellow Soul Ring appeared behind him, and as its light flowed, a chilling aura spread through the air.

"First Soul Skill: Bone Dragon Claw!"

His entire right arm rapidly swelled, especially the hand.

His five fingers became four, yet they were exceptionally thick, with pitch-black nails at their tips.

The Bone Dragon Claw tore through the air with terrifying force and slammed toward Pu Liyong.

The Bone Dragon Claw carried darkness and poison effects, and its strength was immense.

Its toughness was equivalent to ten times that of Wang Jinxi's own bones, while its power was five times greater. It would also grow stronger as Wang Jinxi grew.

Hearing that, Xie Xie hastily dodged aside.

Bang!

A dull, explosive boom rang out.

Like a pebble slapped away, Pu Liyong was sent flying sideways. He crashed heavily to the floor and rolled several times before finally stopping, his fate unknown.

At the same time, Ming Quan silently circled behind Fang Ming.

He crouched low, his footsteps light, while the black dagger in his hand glinted with a cold, sinister light.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, he prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

"First Soul Skill: Backstab!"

A cold gleam flashed through Ming Quan's eyes as he thrust his dagger straight at Fang Ming without mercy.

However, just as the dagger was about to pierce Fang Ming.

A golden ray shot out from the book, transforming into a glowing page covered in flowing runes and locking Fang Ming in place once more.

"First Soul Skill: Book Spirit Bind!"

Yang Xin had made his move. The yellow Soul Ring behind him flashed brightly.

The book in his hand flipped open, and golden runes coiled around Fang Ming like chains, tightly binding him.

To ensure Ming Quan succeeded without fail, Yang Xin directly restrained Fang Ming, leaving no opening whatsoever.

"Yang Xin, you're courting death."

Zhang Yangzi shouted furiously. The black wings on his back beat violently as he rose into the air.

Like a bolt of black lightning, he shot straight toward Yang Xin.

His gaze was sharp, and his eagle claws swung down viciously with a piercing howl of wind.

Yang Xin froze for a moment. Before he could react, Zhang Yangzi's eagle claws had already landed on him.

"Ah... It hurts."

Yang Xin let out a scream. His clothes tore apart, several bloody marks appearing clearly across his body as he was sent flying and slammed heavily to the ground.

"Oh?"

Fang Ming's voice rang out with a hint of amusement. "Do you want to dance too?"

Green flames surged forth, instantly burning the golden page to ashes.

The runes binding him shattered inch by inch within the green fire, turning into specks of golden light that dispersed into the air.

The next instant, Fang Ming appeared behind Ming Quan like Gui Mei.

"What?!"

Ming Quan's pupils contracted sharply. He turned his head toward Fang Ming in disbelief, only to see a pair of utterly indifferent eyes.

He had clearly been restrained by Book Spirit Bind just now. How could he have broken free so quickly?

Fang Ming seized Ming Quan by the throat with one hand and lifted him high into the air.

Ming Quan's feet left the ground. He struggled desperately, but it was useless.

"Urgh..."

Unable to breathe, Ming Quan could only let out broken, intermittent whimpers.

His face turned from red to purple. He was on the verge of passing out, and the struggles of his limbs gradually weakened.

Only then did Fang Ming casually toss him away.

With a thud.

Ming Quan flew out and crashed heavily onto the floor in a miserable heap.

In just a few breaths, all four of Wei Xiaofeng's group had been sent flying.

The four of them had become a group of "airborne flyers," each one landing more miserably than the last.

The cafeteria fell completely silent. Even a needle dropping could have been heard.

The surrounding students stared at the scene before them, unable to recover for a long time.

Some rubbed their eyes, as though they could not believe what they had just seen.

"That's it... it's over?"

"Four against four, and the other side got instantly wiped out?"

Discussion erupted one after another, filled with amazement, shock, and a deep sense of awe.

The students who had merely been watching for fun now looked at Fang Ming and the others differently, as if they were looking at a group of monsters.

Just then, a deep and powerful voice rang out.

"You started a private brawl and damaged the cafeteria. Come with me to the Academic Affairs Office."

A tall middle-aged man strode over.

His expression was stern, his gaze sharp as blades, and he carried an imposing aura that inspired fear without anger.

Wherever he passed, the students quickly made way. Even the spectators who had been whispering moments ago fell silent, barely daring to breathe.

The man was Long Hengxu, the Director of Instruction for the intermediate division.

His gaze swept over the scene. He first looked at Fang Ming and the others, who were lively and unharmed.

Then he looked at Wei Xiaofeng and the others, all sprawled on the ground in miserable states.

Finally, Long Hengxu looked at the utterly wrecked cafeteria: overturned tables and chairs, cracks across the floor, and shattered bowls and plates everywhere. His face completely darkened.

"You eight, all of you come with me to the Academic Affairs Office."

"Wait, me too."

Gu Yue's voice suddenly rang out, cool and calm.

With a wave of her jade-like hand, a crystal-clear water sphere formed, glowing with a faint blue light.

Then, the water sphere flew toward Wei Xiaofeng's group and struck them precisely.

The next moment, Wei Xiaofeng and the other three were attacked again, soaked from head to toe and utterly bedraggled.

"Stop!"

Long Hengxu's voice rang out again, carrying a trace of anger. "All of you, get to the Academic Affairs Office!"