"Look!"
"Besides, what damn business is it of yours whether I look, you little fatty!"
Huo Wu had a fiery temper.
But even as she cursed, her gaze remained fixed on the battle in the sky.
Facing Feng Xiaotian's Self-Created Soul Skill,
Lu Ning darted straight behind him.
He gave him a gentle push.
Feng Xiaotian spun around abruptly.
Lu Ning vanished again.
He reappeared behind him and swept him out of the air with a fierce kick.
The Thirty-Six Slashes, which needed to build up before unleashing their power, could not get going at all before Lu Ning.
Feng Xiaotian fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the height was manageable.
He was not actually hurt.
"Thank you for the match."
Lu Ning smiled calmly.
He descended toward his carriage.
The battle had ended far too quickly.
The surrounding students had not even had time to react.
The entire battle was over in fewer than five breaths.
They had thought Feng Xiaotian could test the depths of Lu Ning's strength. Surely they could at least see his true rank?
Who could have imagined it?
Feng Xiaotian had not even forced Lu Ning to reveal his Martial Soul.
He had used only his physical body.
And ended the battle with ease.
"Impressive moves, Brother Lu Ning."
"But that ability to walk through the air... is it your rank? Or a Soul Bone?"
Feng Xiaotian coughed twice.
He spat the dirt out of his mouth.
Then he asked the question everyone cared about most.
If it was his rank,
every last one of them could go straight home and retire. At the same age... no, at an age even younger than theirs, Lu Ning had already reached the Soul Saint rank. In the future, even grinding away at cultivation would be enough to