Word Spirit Shows Its Might

Zhu Zhuqing spoke first. "Agility Attack System. I specialize in attacking from behind."

With that, she turned her gaze toward the others.

She still treasured every word like gold.

Ning Rongrong said, "My Martial Soul's ability is support. I can increase both your speed and strength by thirty percent~"

This was the uniquely blessed support-type Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"Hehe, I specialize in close combat. Soft Skills are my strong suit!"

Xiao Wu spoke smugly, then hugged Ye Fan's arm. "Of course, I'm strongest when Ye Fan works with me!"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing gave Ye Fan another look.

Was this man that important to Xiao Wu?

Meeting their inquisitive gazes, Ye Fan took the opportunity to introduce himself.

"Me? I know a little of everything... if I had to say, I suppose I'm support too?"

The advantage of his Word Spirit lay in its ability to create all sorts of conditions favorable to him and unfavorable to his opponents.

There was nothing wrong with calling himself support.

Then Tang San took over. "I'm Control System. I specialize in prolonged battles, so I can keep that examiner occupied."

If possible, he would make sure to put on a dazzling performance later.

To avenge that 'Xiao Wu' Ye Fan had spoken of!

Ning Rongrong nodded, then looked at Ma Hongjun.

"Hey, fatty, hurry up and tell us how strong that teacher is!"

That was the most important matter right now.

Ma Hongjun thought for a moment.

"Well... Teacher Zhao is a Level 76 Soul Saint. His Martial Soul is the Great Strength Vajra Bear. He's incredibly powerful.

I'd advise you not to fight Teacher Zhao head-on, or you'll lose miserably."

He didn't know what Martial Souls they had. Of course, even if he did, he would still advise them to avoid meeting his might head-on.

Not just anyone could pick a fight with a Soul Saint.

Even if Teacher Zhao didn't use his full strength, releasing his Soul Power pressure alone could scare an ordinary Soul Grandmaster into wetting themselves.

"You all heard him. Our opponent is a Soul Saint. Are you confident?"

Ye Fan looked around and said somewhat seriously, "If you're scared, you can hide in the back."

As he spoke, he extended his fist.

He was the first to make his stance clear.

Naturally, Xiao Wu was the first to respond, extending her delicate fist to meet Ye Fan's.

"Who cares if he's a Soul Saint? Sister Xiao Wu isn't scared!"

She stared intently at Ye Fan.

With him here, I definitely won't suffer any serious injuries!

She had faith in Ye Fan.

"Since neither of you is scared, Zhu Zhuqing and I aren't scared either, of course."

Ning Rongrong also extended her fist seriously.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing, merely extending her fist in silence to show where she stood.

"We'll definitely win," Tang San added, extending his fist.

"Ye Fan, how should we fight?"

Xiao Wu looked at Ye Fan as she asked.

She had always followed Ye Fan's instructions in fights.

This time, too, she was the first to speak, wanting to hear Ye Fan's opinion.

Naturally, Ning Rongrong had no objections. After all, she was only a support type; command wouldn't fall to her.

Zhu Zhuqing merely watched quietly as well.

After being pushed into the position of commander, Ye Fan didn't feel much of anything.

"All right. Since you all trust me so much, I won't turn it down."

"Though this hardly counts as a tactical plan, my suggestion is that we don't all rush in to hold him back. Try to take turns wearing him down instead. Use only one move each time you attack, then retreat to conserve your strength, whether it works or not.

One Incense Stick may feel like a very long time in this battle. Make sure you keep your composure."

Everyone nodded. This arrangement was very reasonable.

Tang San's ideas differed somewhat from Ye Fan's, but there was no need to jump out and oppose him at a time like this.

Just then, Ye Fan happened to look at Tang San.

"Tang San, your Martial Soul is suited to prolonged engagements, especially against this kind of Strength-Type Beast Martial Soul. Any problem with going first?

Just try to buy us as much time as possible."

"Don't worry."

Tang San nodded.

Only now did he understand what Ye Fan wanted him to contribute.

I nearly forgot. This guy knows what will happen in the future.

His money really isn't easy to earn.

Tang San calmed himself and resolved to give it his all later.

He absolutely had to eliminate any possibility of Xiao Wu getting hurt.

By the time they finished speaking, that incense stick had burned out.

Zhao Wuji stood up and began warming up, rolling his head around.

His neck made a series of cracking sounds.

They reached everyone's ears from far away, bringing an invisible sense of intimidation.

A savage grin spread across Zhao Wuji's face.

"Finished discussing? Once I light this incense stick, you can attack me whenever you like."

With that, he lit an incense stick and flicked it toward the ground in the distance.

At the same time.

Zhao Wuji moved.

His left foot stamped the ground, instantly unleashing a shock wave that flew toward the five of them.

Its target-Ning Rongrong!!

The Soul Power shock wave was incredibly fast. Dust churned across the field, as though a Soul Beast were charging at a run!

Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing instantly activated Martial Soul Possession and darted away from where they stood.

Ye Fan and Xiao Wu stood in front of Ning Rongrong instead.

Watching the incoming attack.

Ning Rongrong nervously grabbed Ye Fan's clothes.

It was her first battle, and she was still a little scared.

Ye Fan patted her hand, giving Ning Rongrong some reassurance.

Then...

Staring at that shock wave.

Ye Fan spoke.

"Within ten meters of this place, let the wind and waves be still. Let attacks disperse."

As Ye Fan's words fell, golden ripples swept out invisibly. Zhao Wuji's shock wave vanished the instant it approached them.

"???"

Zhao Wuji stared at the scene in disbelief.

Could someone explain to them what had happened?

Why had his attack disappeared?

Ma Hongjun wasn't far away and had heard Ye Fan's words clearly.

This guy... erased Teacher Zhao's attack with a single sentence!

At the sight, Ning Rongrong's mouth also fell open, before her expression turned ecstatic.

She excitedly clung to Ye Fan's shoulder and cried out.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, did you see that? That attack just vanished with a whoosh!"

"Of course I saw it."

Hearing Ning Rongrong's innocent voice, Ye Fan also broke into a smile.

"All right, don't just stand there. It's your turn next."

Ye Fan spoke up to remind Ning Rongrong.

It was time for support to pull its weight!

Then... Ye Fan uttered another Word Spirit.

"Here, the buffs that appear next shall be doubled."

With three Soul Rings, his Word Spirit's chance of taking effect had now reached sixty-five percent.

He could start trying more outlandish things as well.

Such as this Word Spirit.

"Oh, right..."

Reminded by Ye Fan, Ning Rongrong hurriedly summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Tile Emerges."

As Ning Rongrong's words fell, a small seven-colored glazed tile pagoda instantly appeared in her hand, and two Yellow Soul Rings rose beneath her feet.

"First: Strength, Second: Speed!"