All of you, come at me together

Inside the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, the crowd's cheers rose in wave after wave.

The seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team stood in the rest area, their fighting spirit still high.

The academy had scheduled no training that day. With nothing else to do, they had come to the Great Soul Arena together to stretch their limbs.

Apart from the support Soul Master Ye Lingling, the other six had all entered individual and paired Soul Fighting matches.

After several matches, their wins far outnumbered their losses, leaving everyone in a good mood.

The final match was a seven-person team battle.

On the Soul Fighting stage, the seven opposing Soul Masters had already released their Martial Souls and taken formation.

Yu Tianheng rolled his wrists, his gaze sweeping over his opponents one by one.

"Let's make this quick. Once we're done, we'll go back and cultivate."

Yu Tianheng raised his right arm. Blue-violet lightning spread along it, and a dragon claw emerged.

Shi Mo and Shi Mo stepped forward together, their heavy tortoise shells shielding the front of the team.

Yu Feng rose into the air, while Osler circled around the flank, heading straight for the opposing support Soul Master.

Dugu Yan stood in the middle of the team and released her Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul. A faint poisonous mist appeared at her feet.

Holding her Nine Heart Begonia, Ye Lingling quietly guarded the rear.

As soon as the announcer declared the start, the Imperial Fighting Team attacked.

The Shi Brothers blocked the frontal attacks, and Yu Tianheng seized the opening to charge into the enemy formation.

Lightning cracked. The Soul Master facing him staggered back several steps, and the teammates behind that opponent were forced to scatter as well.

From the air, Yu Feng seized the opportunity to repeatedly cut off their support.

Meanwhile, Osler closed in from the other side, driving the support Soul Master to the edge of the stage.

In mere moments, the opposing formation fell into complete disarray.

By the time the last opponent fell, Dugu Yan had not even used her third Soul Skill.

"The winners-the Imperial Fighting Team!"

The announcer raised his arm, his voice carrying throughout the Soul Fighting Arena.

Countless spectators rose from their seats, loudly chanting the Imperial Fighting Team's name.

Yu Tianheng withdrew his dragon claw, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

Their previous loss to the Shrek Team in Suotuo City had left them stifled for a long time. At last, they could breathe freely again.

Dugu Yan tossed her short hair and was about to call her teammates off the stage when a figure suddenly leaped out of the stands.

He cleared the railing and landed steadily in the center of the stage.

His black hair lifted gently with the movement, revealing a handsome face.

Dugu Yan's gaze paused, and she actually forgot to say what she had been about to say.

Standing at the rear, Ye Lingling also raised her eyes and, for once, took a few extra looks at him.

The women in the surrounding audience let out one startled cry after another.

Chen Feng straightened, his gaze sweeping over the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team before finally settling on Dugu Yan's face.

They're all here. That saves me the trouble of looking for them.

"Soul Master, you cannot enter the stage without permission right now. Please register at the front desk first. If you wish to participate in a team battle, you must join a team."

The announcer approached briskly, still wearing a smile.

Chen Feng's gaze fell on the Imperial Fighting Team. Suddenly, he shook his head and said, "If everyone participating in Soul Fighting is only this strong, I might as well not bother."

At those words, the nearby spectators immediately quieted somewhat.

The smile on Yu Tianheng's face vanished instantly as well.

They were the seeded competitors of Heaven Dou Royal Academy and had just won a team battle in overwhelming fashion, yet someone was belittling them to their faces.

Yu Feng landed back on the ground, his eyes filled with displeasure.

The Shi Brothers exchanged a glance and stepped forward together.

"Who are you calling weak? Fight me if you've got the guts!"

Yu Tianheng stared at Chen Feng, lightning appearing on his right arm once more.

"You alone are too weak."

Chen Feng glanced at that dragon arm, his tone unchanged. "Have your teammates come at me with you."

A chorus of gasps immediately rose from the stands.

One man challenging seven-just who was this guy?

The Imperial Fighting Team had a full seven Soul Elders.

Even a Soul Ancestor might not dare challenge such a well-coordinated team like this.

Dugu Yan's earlier daze had now been suppressed by anger.

No matter how handsome he is, he can't humiliate us like this.

"You'd better understand what you're saying."

Dugu Yan stared at Chen Feng, a hint of coldness showing in her emerald eyes.

"I made myself very clear. All of you, come at me together."

Chen Feng spread his hands and repeated with a smile, "If it's just one of you, I won't fight."

Yu Tianheng drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to attack immediately.

This was the Great Soul Arena. Fighting without permission would only bring trouble to the team.

But this guy before him had to be taught a harsh lesson.

"I'll pay for this match myself. No points will be counted, and I don't want any prize for winning."

Yu Tianheng turned to the announcer, anger restrained in his voice. "We want to fight him."

The announcer looked between the two sides, finding himself in a difficult position.

A match like this was indeed beyond his authority to approve.

But some spectators were already stirring up a clamor, and more and more people were demanding that they fight.

If the Soul Fighting Arena could arrange it, the atmosphere that day would undoubtedly grow even more heated.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I'll have someone seek approval."

The announcer summoned a staff member and gave a few quiet instructions.

Before long, the staff member hurried back and leaned in to speak into his ear.

After hearing the report, the announcer finally nodded.

"The Soul Fighting Arena has agreed to arrange it, but both sides must confirm that they are participating in this match voluntarily."

The announcer looked at Chen Feng, then at Yu Tianheng, giving them a solemn reminder.

"No problem. I agree."

Yu Tianheng nodded immediately, his gaze never leaving Chen Feng.

"Fine, but give them an hour first."

Chen Feng glanced at the other six and added with a smile, "Let them recover their Soul Power so they won't make excuses when they lose."

The Imperial Fighting Team's expressions immediately darkened further.

This guy had even blocked off their retreat for them. Clearly, he was certain he could win.

"In an hour, we'll see if you can still smile."

Yu Tianheng coldly left those words behind and led his teammates toward the rest area.

Chen Feng did not reply. He turned, went to the edge of the stage, and casually sat down.

The discussions in the stands never stopped.

Some guessed that he was a Soul King, while others thought he was merely causing trouble on purpose.

After all, he looked young. No matter how gifted he was, how high could his Soul Power possibly be?

An hour soon passed.

The seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team returned to the stage, their depleted Soul Power almost fully restored.

Yu Tianheng walked at the front, his expression still gloomy.

"Back me up. I'll go first."

Yu Tianheng rolled his shoulders, his gaze locked firmly on Chen Feng.

The other six did not object. They each took their positions, ready to support him at any moment.

Chen Feng rose from the edge of the stage and slowly walked to the center.

As the announcer instructed both sides to release their Martial Souls, blue-violet lightning erupted around Yu Tianheng.

Two yellow rings and one purple ring-three Soul Rings rose in succession.

The other members of the Imperial Fighting Team also released their Martial Souls, fluctuations of Soul Power swiftly spreading across half the stage.

Chen Feng raised his right hand, and the Family Tree appeared in his palm.

The next moment, two red Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

The noisy stands abruptly fell silent.

The announcer's mouth hung open, every word he had been about to say caught in his throat.

Yu Tianheng's pupils contracted sharply, and even the anger on his face froze.

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings-and two of them?

"I told you. All of you, come at me together."

Chen Feng looked at the seven stunned people, his tone as calm as ever.

Yu Tianheng abruptly clenched his dragon claw, the shock in his eyes gradually giving way to unwillingness.

Two Soul Rings meant that, in the end, he was only a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster.

If I don't even dare attack, how can I lead the Imperial Fighting Team in the future?

"So what if you have two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? You're still only a Soul Grandmaster!"

With a furious roar, Yu Tianheng drove off the ground and charged at Chen Feng, wreathed in lightning.