Arena No. 2 (Class A) is the largest Soul Fighting Arena in the Godwind City Great Soul Arena, with a seating capacity of two thousand people in the surrounding stands. Today, seven or eight hundred people are seated. The audience watching group Soul Fighting is there to see teamwork, formations, and how seven people can function as a unified whole.
The seven members of the Godwind Academy were already positioned on the left side of the field: Zhong Yue, Shi Yan, Lu Hanxiao, Ji Ning, Feng Lingtian, Ye Qingyu, and Bai Yu. Feng Xiaotian stood at the command post at the edge of the field, arms crossed, and only uttered one sentence throughout. "Fight according to the rehearsal."
The referee was a middle-aged man in his forties with a deep voice that could be heard in every corner of the oval field.
"Field 2, Class A, the third team Soul Fighting of the day! Red Team, Godwind Academy players: Level 33 Defense System Zhong Yue, Level 33 Defense System Shi Yan, Level 33 Agility Attack System Lu Hanxiao, Level 33 Agility Attack System Ji Ning, Level 39 Agility Attack System Feng Lingtian, Level 33 Support System Ye Qingyu, and Level 26 Support System Bai Yu!"
A slight commotion arose in the stands. A level 39 player leading five level 33 players and one level 26 player—a double defense and double support setup—was a rare sight in group Soul Fighting. When Bai Yu's level was announced, some people in the opposite stands whispered among themselves.
Bai Yu tightened her fingers, her knuckles turning white. Ye Qingyu didn't turn her head, but said softly, "Don't listen to them." Zhong Yue, who was standing in the front row, turned around when he heard the commotion, but didn't say anything. He simply pushed the tortoise shell phantom forward half an inch—that half inch just blocked the view from the stands.
"Blue Team - Iron Wolf Team! Level 34 Power Attack System: Tie Feng; Level 33 Power Attack System: Tie Lei; Level 33 Control System: Han Ce; Level 33 Agility Attack System: Han Yu; Level 33 Defense System: Wang Dun; Level 32 Support System: Chen Lu; Level 32 Food System: He Gu!"
Seven people emerged from the opposite passage, all dressed in dark gray team uniforms. Tie Feng led the way, his Ironback Wolf Martial Soul half-released, short iron-gray mane floating on his back. His younger brother, Tie Lei, followed behind, the phantom of the Ironfang Wolf adding a touch of ferocity to his face.
Han Ce, who was in third place, glanced at the Godwind Academy Formation and his expression changed.
" Tie Feng," he lowered his voice, " Chang He and I were playing a duo match just now, and the opponents were from their academy—one Control System and the other a Power Attack System, and they dominated us from start to finish. This group, although from different schools, are from the same academy, so their teamwork won't be bad. Look at the positioning of those two Defense System —they weren't just put together temporarily."
Tie Feng waved his hand impatiently. "It's a two-player game. Two level 33 defenses are nothing. My brother and I will focus on breaking through one point. Once we break through, there'll only be a shell left. Don't scare yourself." Tie Lei grinned. "Brother's right. It's her problem if that Control System is strong, these others aren't hers."
Han Ce wanted to say something more, but Tie Feng had already reached the center of the field. He glanced at the Godwind Academy Formation. Zhong Yue's tortoise shell was positioned horizontally in front, while Shi Yan's bell shield was tucked behind, one wide and one narrow, completely blocking the advance route.
"Double defense? Is this a cowardly retreat?"
Zhong Yue remained silent, the tortoise shell phantom motionless. Shi Yan clenched his fists, and Feng Lingtian glanced at him, whispering, "Don't rush, we'll make sure they can't curse us out later." Shi Yan took a deep breath and slowly unclenched his fists.
The referee raises the flag. Begin.
Tie Feng Tie Lei activated simultaneously, their First Soul Ring lighting up. Tie Feng Ironback Wolf spirit, while Tie Lei's Ironfang Wolf Fist tore through the air, their combined powerful attacks crashing into Shi Yan's bell-shaped shield. The deafening roar of the impact forced the front-row audience to cover their ears.
But the bell didn't break.
Shi Yan's feet were planted firmly on the ground, and he slid back half a step, leaving a shallow trail. He gritted his teeth and frantically poured his Soul Power into the bell shield—Bell Ringing Shield! His First Soul Ring lit up, and the sonic shield superimposed on the bell shield, allowing him to withstand the full force of two powerful attacks.
Tie Feng's pupils contracted slightly. He knew best the force of his own impact— Defense System of the same level would have been forced back three or four steps by such a blow. This person had only retreated half a step.
Shi Yan was panting heavily, feeling as if the bell had trembled slightly for a moment—not from an impact, but from something inside the bell humming softly for a brief instant. The feeling was fleeting, and he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
"Xiao Lei, again!" Tie Feng gritted his teeth.
But they no longer had a chance.
Lu Hanxiao silently darted out from the side of Zhong Yue's tortoise shell, his Snowy Owl Martial Soul flying close to the ground, cutting into the Tie brothers' blind spot. His First Soul Ring lit up— Snowy Owl · Cold Feather! Ice crystal feathers sealed the two men's feet, instantly forming a smooth ice surface. Before the brothers could even unleash their Second Soul Skill, they slipped.
At the same time, Feng Lingtian swooped down. His Peregrine Falcon Martial Soul drew an extremely fast arc, Falcon Strike - Piercing the Clouds! He cut through the gap between Tie Feng Tie Lei, separating the two. The speed was too fast, and Tie Feng's reach missed.
"Ignore him!" Tie Feng shouted.
But Ji Ning had already cut in from the other side of the Shi Yan bell cover—Hummingbird Sting! He instantly flashed behind Tie Lei, his short blade unsheathed, the tip of which stopped at the back of Tie Lei's neck.
"Don't move," Ji Ning said.
Tie Lei froze.
Tie Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He roared and his Third Soul Ring lit up—Iron Back Charge! He charged at Ji Ning like a mad rhinoceros. But Zhong Yue had already moved. The Wind Armor Black Tortoise's shell rotated, and its massive defensive surface stood like a moving wall in front of Tie Feng. Tie Feng's shoulder slammed into the turtle shell with a dull thud like hitting a city wall— Han Ce's words suddenly flashed through his mind.
Han Ce shouted from behind, " Tie Feng, I told you so!" Ghost Vine shot out from the ground, trying to block the attack for Tie Feng. But Feng Lingtian's Third Soul Ring had already lit up— Feng Ling ·Feather Blade! Feather-shaped wind blades scattered out, accurately pinning each vine to the ground. Han Ce's face turned pale; his Ghost Vine were killed by the speed counter.
Ye Qingyu's Wind Zither spread across the field— Wind Zither · Light Sound! The light melody enveloped the entire team, and the movement speed boost increased the entry speed of the three Agility Attack System by 30%. Bai Yu Wind Chime closely— Wind Chime · Gale! The pale golden sound waves accurately landed on Lu Hanxiao, further increasing his attack speed. The third chime rang out—Wind Chime · Summon Wind! The area-of-effect movement speed boost caused the entire team to advance a beat simultaneously.
With the combined buffs from both support abilities, Lu Hanxiao's second entry was like a white lightning bolt. He flew close to Tie Feng's side— Snowy Owl: Silent Flight! He eliminated all traces of his presence and sound during flight. Tie Feng felt a chill on his side, but heard nothing, only saw a white blur. By the time he reacted, Lu Hanxiao was already behind him, releasing his Cold Feather against his back, frost spreading across his arms. He was more than a beat too slow.
Wang Dun wanted to retreat to protect the back row, Feng Lingtian had already circled behind him. Three attacks simultaneously stopped at Tie Feng's throat, back, and ribs.
Tie Feng glanced at his younger brother, who was being held captive by Ji Ning, then at the frost still spreading across his chest, and gritted his teeth.
"I admit defeat."
The referee blows the whistle. " Godwind Academy wins!"
The stands were silent for three seconds, then erupted into an even louder commotion. Three agile attacks flowed seamlessly together, and both defenses remained unbroken throughout. Shi Yan removed his bell shield, panting heavily, a smirk playing on his lips. Zhong Yue walked to his side and silently patted him on the shoulder—a force that caused Shi Yan to stagger, his smile widening.
"Well played," Zhong Yue said.
"You played well too." Shi Yan replied, then felt incredibly stupid; the tips of his ears turned red.
Feng Lingtian walked over, panting, and grinned. "How about that? I told you they wouldn't be able to curse me out." Shi Yan nodded vigorously.
Feng Xiaotian walked onto the field from the sidelines and simply said, "Pack your things and let's leave."
Lu Hanxiao glanced at him sideways. The team battle had just ended, and given Feng Xiaotian's personality, he should at least say a few words, but Lu Hanxiao didn't ask. He put away his Martial Soul and followed the team.