The Junior Sister Blushed

"Interesting."

The corners of Fang Ming's lips curved slightly, and a glint of interest flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and the three purple soul rings behind him lit up once more.

"Second Soul Skill: Nether Ghostfire!"

Green Flame surged forth again.

This time, Flame did not take the form of a dragon. Instead, it split into countless tiny sparks and flew toward Huo Yu like ghosts.

In the next moment, the rain of fire falling from the sky was completely devoured by the green Flame.

"Damn!"

The students of Class One stared in stunned silence, forgetting even to breathe.

The same thought inevitably surfaced in their minds: Was this really a battle between Soul Elders?

A normal Soul Master battle was supposed to involve one person using a Soul Skill, then the other using one, probing each other back and forth, wasn't it?

How had these two managed to make it feel like a clash between Titled Douluos?

"Gu Yue, you've already lost..."

Fang Ming smiled, his tone calm.

Gu Yue's expression changed when she heard that. "You again."

That was right. She had been poisoned again.

The Nether Ghostfire had seemingly been blocked outside by the water element, but somehow, it had silently seeped through and invaded her body.

Fang Ming's poison was impossible to guard against.

"Alright, the match is over. Fang Ming wins!"

Ye Yingluo immediately announced the result, unable to hide the shock in her voice.

She gave Fang Ming a deep look. This boy's strength was far more unfathomable than she had imagined.

Gu Yue stood where she was, lowering her eyes slightly as though she were pondering something.

A moment later, a sly smile flickered in her eyes.

She deliberately pretended that her Soul Power had been exhausted and that she could not stand steadily. Her body went limp as she fell directly toward Fang Ming.

Seeing this, Fang Ming instinctively reached out and pulled Gu Yue into his arms.

The instant their bodies touched, a faint fragrance drifted into his nose.

Her soft body pressed against his chest, making him unconsciously want to hold her even tighter.

Fang Ming could feel Gu Yue's heartbeat quickening.

"Gu Yue... what are you doing?"

He asked, sounding somewhat helpless.

"Take a guess. What do you think I want to do?"

Gu Yue looked up and smiled faintly at Fang Ming.

Her smile carried a little playfulness, a little cunning, and an indescribable meaning.

"Gu Yue, then I won't hold back."

Fang Ming smiled when he heard that.

She had practically delivered herself to him. If he still acted polite, wouldn't he be letting down the beauty's "good intentions"?

"No..."

Gu Yue's expression changed slightly as she tried to break free.

However, Fang Ming held her even tighter.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Gu Yue on the lips.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Gu Yue froze instantly. A flush rapidly spread across her cheeks, extending from the roots of her ears all the way down her neck.

She had only wanted to tease Fang Ming, but she had not expected him to be so bold as to do this in front of the entire class.

In an instant, the tips of Gu Yue's ears turned faintly red, and even her breathing skipped a beat.

"Damn! What's going on?"

"They kissed!"

The surrounding students immediately sucked in sharp breaths, followed by uncontrollable whispers.

"As expected of the boss."

Xie Xie could not help speaking, his eyes full of admiration.

"Indeed."

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi nodded in unison.

"Fang Ming, you... you dog!"

Gu Yue pushed Fang Ming away, her face flushed red. "I'm going to tell the teacher that you bullied me."

"Hehehe."

Fang Ming chuckled, completely unconcerned.

"Fang Ming! You bastard!"

Gu Yue flew into a rage from embarrassment and punched Fang Ming in the chest.

Fang Ming did not dodge, letting her hit him once.

"Ahem."

Ye Yingluo coughed twice, her gaze sweeping over the two of them as she broke the atmosphere.

Her expression was somewhat complicated. She wanted to laugh but had to hold it in. "Well, Student Fang Ming and Student Gu Yue, things like this should be done in private. It's not appropriate during class."

"Alright, Teacher. We'll be more careful next time." Fang Ming answered shamelessly and with perfect confidence.

Gu Yue's face immediately turned red when she heard that, and she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

She glared fiercely at Fang Ming.

"Alright, alright."

Ye Yingluo spoke up and drew everyone's attention back. "Next group: Xie Xie versus Zhang Yangzi."

"Here we go!"

Xie Xie rubbed his hands together, looking excited. "Zhang Yangzi, don't blame me if I don't show mercy."

Zhang Yangzi rolled his eyes. "Try beating me first."

The two walked to the center of the field and faced each other.

"The match begins."

Ye Yingluo announced.

Xie Xie launched the first attack, his body turning into a streak of golden light as the Light Dragon Dagger stabbed toward Zhang Yangzi.

He was so fast that only a golden afterimage remained in the air.

Zhang Yangzi beat his wings and soared into the air, evading the attack.

At the same time, his eagle claws dove down with a sharp gust of wind.

Xie Xie hurriedly dodged, but the eagle claws still grazed his shoulder, leaving behind a shallow bloody mark.

"Hiss... You're really going all out?"

"This is a practical combat class. Of course I'm going all out." Zhang Yangzi showed no mercy and dove again.

The two exchanged blows, neither gaining an easy advantage.

In the end, Zhang Yangzi won by a narrow margin using his aerial advantage.

When he landed, his breathing was slightly ragged. Clearly, he had consumed quite a bit of Soul Power as well.

"Fine, fine."

Xie Xie waved his hand with a helpless expression. "An aerial unit fighting a ground unit is too unfair."

"There's nothing I can do about that."

Zhang Yangzi landed on the ground.

"Next group, Wang Jinxi versus Yang Ping."

Ye Yingluo continued assigning matches.

Wang Jinxi and Yang Ping walked to the center of the field.

Among the students in Class One, Yang Ping was one of the stronger ones besides Fang Ming and the others. His martial soul was the Iron-Armed Ape, and he was a level-seventeen Soul Master.

Facing Wang Jinxi, his expression was solemn.

"The match begins!"

Ye Yingluo gave the order.

"Iron-Armed Ape, possess me!"

Yang Ping's arms took on a metallic sheen as he charged fiercely toward Wang Jinxi.

The Iron-Armed Ape martial soul granted him strength and defense far beyond ordinary people. This punch carried a dull whistle through the air and tremendous force.

Wang Jinxi stood in place as the yellow soul ring behind him suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Bone Dragon Claw!"

His right arm rapidly swelled, and his five fingers transformed into four. His pitch-black nails glimmered with a cold, eerie light.

The Bone Dragon Claw crossed before him and forcibly blocked Yang Ping's punch.

Bang!

A dull, thunderous impact rang out.

Yang Ping felt as though his fist had struck a massive bone.

The shock numbed the web between his thumb and forefinger, and the recoil forced him several steps backward.

"So hard!"

Yang Ping shook his numb arm, his expression changing slightly.

"My turn."

Wang Jinxi spoke in a low voice. The Bone Dragon Claw tore through the air with terrifying force as it slammed toward Yang Ping.

Yang Ping's pupils contracted sharply as he crossed his arms in front of himself.

He pushed his Iron-Armed Ape martial soul to its limit, metal-like light covering both arms as he attempted to withstand the blow head-on.

Bang!

Another deafening impact sounded.

Yang Ping was sent flying. He rolled twice across the ground before barely coming to a stop, his arms trembling slightly and a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"I concede."

Yang Ping gave a bitter smile and pushed himself up from the ground. "I can't hurt you at all."

"Wang Jinxi wins."

Ye Yingluo announced the result, a hint of approval in her eyes.

The next few matches were not as stunning as Fang Ming and Gu Yue's battle, but each had its own highlights.

The Class One students took the field one after another. Ye Yingluo watched closely from the side, occasionally nodding or frowning as she committed each person's performance to memory.

After the practical combat class ended, Ye Yingluo gathered everyone together.

"I saw everyone's performance in today's practical combat class."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the students. "Overall, it was not bad, but the problems were also obvious."

"You lack experience and the ability to adapt on the spot."

"From now on, during every Saturday practical combat class, I will arrange targeted training based on each of your individual traits."

"Yes, Teacher Ye!"

Everyone responded in unison.

"Alright, dismissed."

Ye Yingluo waved her hand. "Go back and get some proper rest. Tomorrow is a day off."

Soon afterward, everyone dispersed.