Good grief! Zhongli Wu sent Tang Ya to win me over?

"A Feng, is this your hundred-thousand-year Soul Skill?"

Just as Luo Feng was secretly keeping his guard up against Zhongli Wu.

Nan Qiuqiu finally lost her patience.

Or rather, everyone on the Earth Dragon Sect's team did.

Being boosted by this hundred-thousand-year Soul Skill felt incredible.

They were as light as swallows, with seemingly inexhaustible Soul Power.

But before Luo Feng gave the order, they still didn't dare act rashly.

Nan Qiuqiu might have been their senior sister.

But without anyone noticing, Luo Feng had become their backbone.

"Honey, it's not good for me to hog the spotlight!"

"We should give our Earth Dragon Sect's senior sister and all our fellow disciples a chance to show their stuff!"

Luo Feng pointed at the opponents, who were moving like crawling turtles.

As it turned out, Luo Feng still didn't understand his own Fifth Soul Skill well enough.

As time passed.

This support buff actually stacked.

Their opponents moved slower and slower, while their own teammates were practically turning into the Flash!

To keep Zhongli Wu from seeing every card up his sleeve, Luo Feng decided to hand the spotlight to his wife!

"Really?"

"Fantastic!"

"I've been sick of Yu Tianlong for ages!"

This was what they called new grudges piled atop old ones.

Women were the best at holding grudges.

The Earth Dragon Sect had always been suppressed by the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

Unable to beat them, they could only swallow their anger.

But today was different.

They could finally settle every old and new score!

"Y-you, what are you trying to do?"

Seeing Nan Qiuqiu charging toward him, rubbing her fists, along with the other Earth Dragon Sect disciples.

Fear appeared in Yu Tianlong's eyes for the first time!

Yet he could barely lift his hands now, and his legs felt as though they had been filled with lead.

Forget using Soul Skills—even throwing out a basic attack was difficult!

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

Smack!

It was a resounding slap from Nan Qiuqiu.

It belonged to no Soul Skill system.

It was simply a young woman venting her emotions.

Yet Yu Tianlong couldn't dodge it, and his whole body reacted as though he had taken a Rising Dragon Strike.

This strapping man was actually sent flying by a young woman's slap.

The other Earth Dragon Sect Soul Masters had originally intended to use their signature techniques.

But after seeing their senior sister's move, they all followed her example.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Every punch struck flesh. Now that was satisfying!

Soul Skills were so boring; one move and it was over.

How could that compare to the satisfaction of beating someone's face into a pig's head?

Watching tactics that looked like a street brawl between thugs.

The spectators couldn't help murmuring in disbelief.

Even Zhongli Wu frowned in his private box.

"Did that slippery brat notice?"

Clearly, the Holy Spirit Cult's leader had intended to uncover every last one of Luo Feng's trump cards.

After all, there was still another move from his Fifth Soul Skill that he hadn't used.

Nor had he shown his second, third, or fourth Soul Skills.

"Go. Send someone to approach that brat!"

"Have the Blue Silver Saintess do it!"

This was a strategy no one would have expected.

The more Luo Feng concealed and held back.

The more Zhongli Wu wanted to get to the bottom of him.

As the old saying went.

What you couldn't have was always the best!

Besides, the Holy Spirit Cult's leader had absorbed too much dark energy, and his mind worked differently from those of ordinary experts.

In the original story.

This idiot had actually tried to hunt down Di Tian.

And ended up gravely wounded!

That same obsessive mindset now drove Zhongli Wu to want Luo Feng!

"As you command, Cult Leader!"

Soon, an aged voice came from the back of the VIP box.

Judging by his silhouette, he was probably Nangong Wan, the Holy Spirit Cult's second elder.

Meanwhile.

The referee at the edge of the arena finally couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Although Yu Tianlong and his teammates had only suffered superficial injuries.

They had clearly lost the ability to fight.

So the referee hurriedly blew his whistle.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"I declare the Earth Dragon Sect the winner of this match! Stop hitting them!"

This was unquestionably the most ridiculous match since the tournament began.

Everyone had originally hoped to witness a thoroughly satisfying, crushing victory.

Instead, it had turned into a young woman venting her anger.

Opinions at the venue also began to differ over Luo Feng's true strength.

"Have we been fooled by the Earth Dragon Sect?"

"Is Luo Feng really a Power Attack System Soul Master?"

"His support effects seem incredibly strong. Could he be a support-type Soul Master in disguise?"

"Yes, yes, I think so too! Nan Qiuqiu must be their main attacker!"

"Exactly. If Luo Feng really belongs to the Power Attack System, why hasn't he used any other Soul Skills?"

"I think this is the Earth Dragon Sect's strategy!"

Just as Luo Feng and Nan Qiuqiu happily walked down from the arena hand in hand.

A graceful figure appeared before them.

It was a woman dressed in purple-black gauze.

She had a stunning figure, fair skin, and long legs.

Her hips swayed as she walked, carrying a distinctive allure!

A veil also covered her face.

She had something of the air of a woman from the western regions.

But her eyes held an uncanny charm, like deep, secluded lakes.

This was Tang Ya, who had already succumbed to darkness.

She had been sent by the Holy Spirit Cult's higher-ups to approach Luo Feng.

But before Luo Feng could respond, the woman beside him reacted faster.

"Who are you? This isn't an autograph session!"

Seeing such a woman appear out of nowhere.

Nan Qiuqiu immediately grew tense.

Women had a peculiar way of looking at things.

Especially jealous women like Nan Qiuqiu.

"You're Luo Feng. I want to talk to you!"

She was completely different from the Tang Ya who had been at Shrek.

By now, all her former liveliness was gone, and she had become an ice-cold machine.

As long as it accomplished her objective, Tang Ya would do anything!

But would Nan Qiuqiu agree?

"What's wrong with you? Don't you understand human speech?"

"Please leave, or you'll find out my fists aren't to be trifled with!"

At that moment, Nan Qiuqiu was like a little rabbit.

After his outstanding performance earlier.

The man beside her would surely attract the attention of many women.

And here one was already, wasn't she?

Hum!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Feeling provoked, Tang Ya didn't hesitate either.

She actually revealed her Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul on the spot.

What was this?

Did she want a fight?

But just as swords were drawn and bows pulled taut.

A cry of pain came from behind the three of them.

"Xiaoya!"

It was the voice of Bei Bei, the Tang Sect's senior brother.

He had originally come to check on the injuries of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon members.

After all, their Martial Souls shared the same origin.

But just as he reached the entrance to the competitors' rest area, Bei Bei saw the person he had longed for day and night.

This dramatic scene immediately piqued Luo Feng's interest.

"Uh-oh?"

"Now this is getting interesting!"

Looking at the man whose face was full of devotion.

Luo Feng slipped an arm around his little wife's slender waist.

Then he waggled his eyebrows at her.

He signaled for her to step aside and enjoy the show.

And Nan Qiuqiu was no longer an inexperienced little girl.

Seeing Bei Bei's lovestruck expression, she seemed to guess what was going on.

So she abandoned her plan to clash with Tang Ya.

Instead, she cleared the stage for them.

But faced with Bei Bei, who was on the verge of tears.

Tang Ya, who had succumbed to darkness, remained utterly unmoved and merely said flatly.

"Get lost!"

"Don't interfere with my work!"

Hearing that decisive rejection.

Bei Bei suddenly trembled all over.

"Xiaoya, y-you don't recognize me?"

"I'm Bei Bei! I finally found you!"

This scene was just like something from one of those melodramas of later years.

Watching it made Luo Feng's balls ache.

So he quietly whispered into his wife's ear.

"Darling, let me show you a magic trick!"

"Let's have this pair of ill-fated lovebirds talk things out in our lounge. We won't disturb them!"

Hearing her husband say this.

Nan Qiuqiu froze for a moment, but quickly caught on.

"Y-you want to use that... from before?"

"Smart!"

The very next moment!

Luo Feng snapped his fingers.

[Time Stop]

And then there was no "then."

Nan Qiuqiu froze with that last look of surprise on her face.

Meanwhile, Tang Ya and Bei Bei continued their act as a pair of star-crossed lovers.

Even a tear of love at the corner of Bei Bei's eye hung suspended in midair, like part of an exquisite wax sculpture...

At the sight, Luo Feng smiled and shook his head.

Then he slowly walked forward.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"I have one minute. Let me help you two!"