A Heavy Hand

A second ago, he had two Hundred Year Soul Rings and two Thousand Year Soul Rings, none of them particularly old.

Now, they had suddenly become three Thousand Year Soul Rings and one Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, and their ages had increased so dramatically!

The aura they gave off was already completely different.

If the previous four Soul Rings had placed almost no pressure on them,

then these four Soul Rings now made them feel utterly stifled.

How could Tang San and the others not be shocked?

Even Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lit up a little as she looked at Feng Yang.

Clearly, she took pride in having such a teacher.

"Come."

Feng Yang looked at Dai Mubai and spoke calmly.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and frowned deeply as he stared back at him.

He felt a suffocating pressure all over his body, especially as his Soul Power continued to drain away.

But the arrow was already on the string; he had no choice but to fire.

He had to end the fight quickly.

Otherwise, just standing here would drain all his Soul Power!

With that thought,

Dai Mubai immediately unleashed an attack soul skill.

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

He held his hands before his mouth like a trumpet.

A milky-white ball of light shot from his mouth.

Feng Yang naturally intended to finish this quickly as well. He had long wanted to teach this brat a lesson.

And he did not hold back.

He directly unleashed his fourth soul skill.

"Sweep the Earth's Karmic Fire."

The Blue Flame all over his body gathered before him, forming an oval shockwave.

Boom—!

It slammed fiercely toward the ball of light Dai Mubai had fired.

Bang!

Almost instantly,

the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave was swallowed by Feng Yang's advancing Blue Flame and reduced to nothing.

It continued onward.

Dai Mubai's eyes widened. It was already too late for him to dodge.

He immediately unleashed a soul skill.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Bodyguard Barrier!"

A white shield of light formed around his body.

However,

the instant it came into contact with the Blue Flame shockwave, it shattered into pieces.

Boom!

Dai Mubai let out a miserable cry as his entire body was blasted into the air.

His whole body burned with pain, and he finally crashed heavily to the ground in a pitiful state.

"Boss Dai!"

"That's unbelievable!"

"One soul skill destroyed both of Boss Dai's soul skills at once."

"He had no ability to fight back at all."

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others discussed it in astonishment.

"How could he be this strong?"

Xiao Wu looked stunned and confused.

It was as if she felt the Feng Yang before her did not deserve to be this powerful.

Feng Yang turned slightly and looked down at Dai Mubai on the ground.

"Convinced now?"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists and raised his head with a determined gaze.

"Heh."

He gave a cold laugh.

"Just this much? How could I possibly be convinced? You—"

He forced himself up from the ground and looked at Feng Yang mockingly.

"Your strength is nothing special!"

Clearly,

although Dai Mubai looked miserable, he had not actually suffered much damage.

White Tiger Fierce Light Wave and White Tiger Bodyguard Barrier had still absorbed a considerable amount of the damage for him.

Of course, the most important reason was that Feng Yang had held back.

After all, his fourth soul skill came from a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, which gave him a sixfold Soul Power boost.

As a teacher, if he really beat the boy half to death—or even killed him—what kind of example would that set?

At the very least, now was not the time.

"Tsk~"

Feng Yang laughed as well.

This brat really did not know his place.

He was actually treating Feng Yang's mercy as capital for showing off.

And just like that,

Oscar and Ma Hongjun immediately began singing his praises.

"Boss Dai is awesome!"

"He wasn't even hurt much after that! Amazing, Boss Dai!"

"..."

The others also seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

They felt Feng Yang was not as strong as he appeared.

"Watch me beat you into submission today!"

Dai Mubai sprang forward, pulling his fist back.

"Yah—!!"

He let out a roar to bolster his momentum.

Once he closed in, he threw a punch straight at Feng Yang's head.

Feng Yang had no intention of dodging at all.

He raised a hand.

Smack!

He directly caught Dai Mubai's incoming fist.

All its force came to an abrupt halt.

At the same time,

Dai Mubai suddenly felt an unbearable heat coming from the fist Feng Yang had caught.

His heart sank as he stared fixedly at Feng Yang before him.

Why was his flame so hot?

Ma Hongjun also released flames through his Fire Chicken Spirit, but their temperature could not possibly reach this level.

"Ah?!"

"He blocked a punch like that with one palm, and Teacher Feng Yang's body did not even move?"

Oscar exclaimed.

"Is the difference in Soul Power really that great with just five levels between them?" Xiao Wu asked.

"Although they should both belong to the Power Attack System, Dai Mubai is a strength type, while Teacher Feng Yang should be a magic-power type, right?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Ma Hongjun's face was full of disbelief.

Because he himself was a magic-power Power Attack System soul master.

Whenever he sparred with Dai Mubai, once Dai Mubai got close enough to attack, he had no way to deal with him at all.

Tang San narrowed his eyes at Feng Yang, a trace of wariness already rising in his heart.

"His Blue Flame is very unusual. Its temperature is too high, to the point that it weakened Dai Mubai's attack."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"What type of Martial Soul is this? It isn't a Tool Spirit, a Beast Spirit, or a plant-type Martial Soul."

Feng Yang still held Dai Mubai's fist, looking as relaxed as ever.

"You're right. Today, I have to beat you into submission!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

a trace of coldness flashed through Feng Yang's eyes.

One punch.

He drove it viciously into Dai Mubai's chest.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

Dai Mubai's entire body jolted, and he could not stop a rush of heat from bursting out of his mouth.

Pfft.

Blood spilled everywhere.

This heavy blow made the students present shrink back in fear. It looked painful just to watch.

"Boss Dai!"

Smack!

A backhanded slap.

Bang!

An uppercut.

Then another heavy punch.

It was like a combo from a '97 fighting game.

Finally, Feng Yang sent Dai Mubai flying with a kick. Dai Mubai rolled several meters across the ground before stopping.

This time, it was completely different from before.

Dai Mubai had utterly lost the spirit he had shown when he first fell.

He lay curled up on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He did not move, and all the fire had been knocked out of him.

"Boss Dai!"

Oscar and Ma Hongjun rushed over.

They had just helped him up when—

"Don't touch me, it hurts," Dai Mubai hurriedly cried.

This time,

everyone finally understood.

The first time Dai Mubai had fallen, Feng Yang had shown him mercy!

This time, Feng Yang had truly hit Dai Mubai hard.

After all, they had spent a long time together as classmates and had grown close.

Ma Hongjun actually stood up and questioned Feng Yang.

"Teacher Feng Yang, wasn't that a little too heavy-handed?"

Feng Yang gave him a cold look.

"He brought this upon himself."

The first time, Feng Yang had shown mercy and defeated him completely in one move, giving him a chance.

Yet Dai Mubai had mocked him instead. Who could he blame but himself? "..."

"..."

After realizing Feng Yang was not someone to provoke, everyone wisely fell silent.