Martial Soul Battle Between Geniuses

After Tang San left, Headmaster Flender came over to Yang Feng.

"Yang Feng, what did you mean by that just now?"

Headmaster Flender could not understand why Yang Feng had only revealed the Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul.

"Headmaster, Tang San was acting so arrogant today. I planned to build him up by backing down, then crush him with praise."

"The brighter he smiled today..."

"The harder he'll fall three days from now!"

"Once his confidence is built up, the gap between his misjudgment of his opponent's strength and his eventual defeat will be enough to shatter his heart."

"That's what they call attacking the mind!"

Flender looked at Yang Feng before him, feeling both disbelief and lingering fear.

At such a young age, Yang Feng possessed not only exceptional martial soul talent and powerful martial soul traits, but also such deep scheming.

In the future, he would surely become a leader who stood in a position of great authority.

Flender had originally intended to rebuke Yang Feng, but now it seemed that he himself had been shortsighted.

Yang Feng usually wore a smile and treated everyone kindly.

In truth, however, he was like a smiling tiger with a hidden blade. His face often carried an innocent smile, yet the calculations and thoughts in his heart were beyond even many adults.

Xiao Wu also approached Yang Feng curiously.

"Hey! Brother Yang, why didn't you teach that blue-haired brat a lesson just now?"

"Looking at that smug little villain's face, I really wanted to give that brat who doesn't know his place a good beating!"

"No matter how bold he is, he represented Spirit Hall today. If we had really made a move or let them gather useful information..."

"It wouldn't be good for our academy's development!"

Flender also stepped in to smooth things over.

"That's right! We need to consider things from the perspective of the academy's long-term development."

"We can't sacrifice future opportunities for the sake of a few immediate gains and losses."

Seeing Flender speak up for Yang Feng as well, Xiao Wu could not say anything more.

The other students at the academy also changed from looking displeased to agreeing with what the headmaster had said.

Only Ning Rongrong, who came from one of the Three Great Clans, spoke arrogantly:

"Yang Feng, do you know that you completely embarrassed yourself in front of that blue-haired brat just now?"

"You didn't even have the courage to resist. I despise you!"

Yang Feng saw that Ning Rongrong's attitude was extremely nasty, but he also knew that as Ning Fengzhi's only daughter, she indeed had the capital to be spoiled and overbearing.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing sat on the steps to one side. Seeing how Dai Mubai had kept searching for her among the crowd yesterday...

It reminded her of when they were children and knew nothing yet, when Dai Mubai had played hide-and-seek with her.

He had looked exactly the same as he had when he thought she was lost and searched for her in a frantic panic. But that was all in the past.

After hearing Flender's explanation, Ma Hongjun still could not understand why Yang Feng had performed so ordinarily before that blue-haired brat today.

That performance had been nowhere near as good as Yang Feng's usual training.

"Hey! Let's wait and see how Brother Yang performs in the challenge three days from now!"

"But why was he like that today?"

Ma Hongjun could not figure out in such a short time why Yang Feng, who had always fought to be ahead of others, had suddenly chosen to hide behind them.

Yang Feng's unusual performance today also made Ma Hongjun anxious.

He planned to spar with Yang Feng over the next three days and give him some intense training to help him regain his form.

"Brother Yang, I'll train with you properly over these next three days!"

With Ma Hongjun as his sparring partner, three days quickly passed.

As agreed, Tang San came to Shrek Academy to find Yang Feng and fulfill their agreement from three days earlier.

He planned to defeat Yang Feng today, promote Spirit Hall, and recruit some female students into Spirit Hall while he was at it.

Even if he lost today, he could still learn Yang Feng's exact strength and how he performed in actual combat.

In short, regardless of whether he won or lost, he would obtain some combat information about Yang Feng.

A moment later, Yang Feng took the challenge letter Tang San had given him and quickly crumpled it into a ball of paper.

He tossed it into the air and said:

"The moment the paper ball falls, our duel begins!"

"Fine! Let's do it that way!"

The instant the paper ball fell, Tang San summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Its roots coiled like pythons as they lunged toward Yang Feng.

Yang Feng focused, bent at the waist, and dodged. Then he began using the Soft Bone Rabbit's Waist Bow soul skill.

He severed every Blue Silver Grass root rushing toward him.

"Hm, your use of flexibility isn't bad!"

After saying that, Tang San continued by unleashing his Eight Spider Lances. They attacked from behind Yang Feng, and a flash of cold light streaked past.

Every path Yang Feng could take had been sealed off, completely restricting his advantage.

Yang Feng suddenly switched to his second martial soul, catching Tang San off guard. A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yang Feng's mouth.

Phoenix flames surged toward Tang San, while the Evil Fire Phoenix's tail feathers spread wide.

"Phoenix Howling Sky Strike!" Three pillars of fire scattered the encirclement formed by Tang San's Eight Spider Lances.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances were thoroughly countered by Yang Feng's Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul.

"What? You can actually switch martial souls?"

"So this is the Twin Martial Souls you people were talking about!"

The blazing flames reflected continuously in Tang San's eyes. His pupils contracted as he never expected his Twin Martial Souls to be displayed in such a way.

Today was the first time he had felt helpless in battle. Yang Feng's flexible use of his two martial souls...

Had completely ruined Tang San's original plan to promote Spirit Hall.

At this moment, he still intended to use the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul for one final resistance. However, having consumed too much Soul Power with the Blue Silver Grass earlier, summoning the Clear Sky Hammer became exceptionally difficult.

Not good. My body is reaching its limit. I can't use the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul anymore!

Though Tang San was deeply unwilling, he quickly signaled Yang Feng to stop the challenge.

Otherwise, the Soul Power inside his body would begin to fall into chaos.

Even if he stopped now, it would not damage his foundation, and his future Soul Power growth would not be affected.

"Fine. Then I'll stop here this time." Yang Feng had no intention of mocking Tang San to his face.

He found that kind of behavior extremely childish, even laughable.

Tang San struggled to stand at this point, supporting himself against the railing with his right hand.

"It seems I underestimated you today. You win this time. But next time, you won't have such good luck."

Then he slowly walked out of Shrek Academy, gradually disappearing from Yang Feng's sight.

The other academy students were stunned by the scene!

"What? The blue-haired brat lost! He was defeated by Yang Feng!"

"Exactly! Switching Twin Martial Souls is awesome!"

"Keep switching martial souls, keep feeling great!"

"Yeah! If I were that blue-haired brat, I'd definitely collapse in despair on the spot."

Tang San had lost.

With the academy students' reactions around him, Tang San appeared especially dejected.

He no longer had the imposing arrogance he had displayed three days ago. Instead, he was like a deflated balloon riddled with holes.

Yang Feng's performance just now had completely shattered the sense of superiority Tang San had felt over his Twin Martial Souls.