Facing a Soul Elder, an Even Easier Victory

"Hehe, Boss, how many seconds do you think we'll need to finish the fight today?"

Standing on the Competition Stage the next day, Zhou Sichen asked Tang Wulin with a cheeky grin.

Clearly, yesterday's swift victory had gotten completely to his head.

Tang Wulin rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't get careless. Have you forgotten that there are Soul Elder-level students in our grade? Our chances of losing aren't zero."

"Heh, I looked into it. Aside from Dai Huabin, there are only two Soul Elders in the entire grade. How could we possibly run into them that easily?"

Zhou Sichen said nonchalantly.

It was only the second day. Their luck couldn't possibly be that bad, could it?

Even if they were going to face Soul Elders, it would probably be during the last few matches.

At that moment, the referee shouted.

"Both teams, state your names!"

As the three beautiful girls opposite them approached, Zhou Sichen hurriedly whispered to Tang Wulin.

"Boss, they're all girls. Go easy on them later. Don't be as violent as last time."

Just watching what had happened to Zhu Lu last time had made Zhou Sichen hurt all over. If he hadn't known that Zhu Lu and Tang Wulin already had a grudge, he would have thought Tang Wulin had violent tendencies.

Before Tang Wulin could answer this clown, the red-haired girl across from them spoke.

"Quit whispering, brat. We can hear you. You're acting so arrogant now, but when you lose later, you'll be utterly humiliated."

Zhou Sichen immediately shot back.

"You're the one talking big. When you lose later, don't go find some empty corner and secretly cry."

Zhou Sichen looked carefree and easygoing on the surface, but as the current highest-ranked student in First Year Class Seven, he had his own pride. He acknowledged Tang Wulin as his boss because he had willingly accepted that he was inferior in skill. He had no reason to indulge anyone else.

"You!"

The red-haired girl immediately grew angry. Just as their conflict was about to escalate, the blonde girl beside her softly called her name.

"Wu Feng."

"Yes."

The moment the blonde girl spoke, Wu Feng immediately calmed down.

Still, she wore an arrogant expression as she announced herself.

"Wu Feng, First Year Class Nine, Level 25 Assault System Soul Grandmaster."

Tang Wulin's group was stunned when they heard that.

After winning yesterday, they had stayed to watch the other teams in their bracket fight. During introductions, most people only gave their names and classes. Very few even stated their exact cultivation levels.

Clearly, Wu Feng had not acted on her own, because after she finished speaking, the delicate-looking girl beside her timidly said:

"Nanmen Yun'er, First Year Class Nine, Level 24 Agility Attack Type Soul Grandmaster."

The blonde girl standing between them then said something even more shocking.

"Ning Tian, First Year Class Nine, Level 31 Support Type Tool Soul Elder."

The moment she said that, Tang Wulin and Huo Yutong both turned to look at Zhou Sichen.

Zhou Sichen's expression froze.

No way. Was their luck really that terrible?

There were so many groups in the entire grade, yet they had run into a team with a Soul Elder on the second day.

But since the other side had taken the initiative to provoke them, they could not lose in terms of aura either.

Zhou Sichen took a step forward and said:

"Zhou Sichen, First Year Class Seven, Level 27 Control System Soul Grandmaster."

His level was the highest among the six students apart from Ning Tian.

Huo Yutong and Tang Wulin stepped forward in turn.

"Huo Yutong, First Year Class Seven, Level 17 Control System Battle Soul Master."

"Tang Wulin, First Year Class Seven, Level 18 Assault System Battle Soul Master."

Upon hearing them, Wu Feng, who had looked somewhat serious because of Zhou Sichen's level, immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Level 17 and Level 18, and you still dare talk so big? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongues?"

Tang Wulin turned toward her and flashed a brilliant smile.

"You're right. Please go easy on us later."

"Hmph, that depends on my mood."

Seeing Tang Wulin act so humbly, Wu Feng was clearly in an even better mood.

She did not notice the pity in Zhou Sichen's eyes.

Experience had taught him that whenever his boss wore that smile, someone was about to suffer.

After introducing themselves, both sides moved to opposite ends of the arena. The referee raised his right hand and shouted:

"Begin!"

In an instant, all six people on the stage released their Martial Souls.

This time, there was a Soul Elder among their opponents. No matter what he said, Zhou Sichen could not slack off again.

His Precious Codex opened, and a bear and tiger charged out together, rushing toward Nanmen Yun'er and Ning Tian respectively.

Wu Feng was Tang Wulin's prey. He did not dare touch her.

Wu Feng snorted disdainfully. Flames coursed over her body as red scales emerged from the surface of her skin. Her body swelled by a full size, directly tearing apart her School Uniform.

Her Martial Soul was the Red Dragon. Though it could not compare to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it was still a top-tier Martial Soul.

After seeing her Martial Soul Possession, Tang Wulin raised an eyebrow, an amused gleam appearing in his eyes as he swiftly charged toward Wu Feng.

"Good!"

Though Tang Wulin's speed startled her slightly, Wu Feng still wore a confident smile, intending to eliminate this Pretty Boy in the very first exchange.

Emerald Green wings grew from Nanmen Yun'er's back. With their enhancement, her speed reached an astonishing level. While protecting Ning Tian, she was ready to destroy Zhou Sichen's two Summoned Creatures at any moment.

Meanwhile, an exquisite little tower appeared in Ning Tian's hand as she began to chant:

"Seven Treasures Have Names, first is..."

The battle had only just begun, yet both sides had already gone Full Firepower. At a glance, they even seemed evenly matched.

The referee nodded secretly, estimating that this battle would probably last several minutes.

Yet aside from Tang Wulin and Zhou Sichen, no one expected that the first person to tip the balance would be Ning Tian, the highest-ranked person present.

Before she could finish her Soul Incantation, a violent headache struck her. It felt as if her head had been hit by a heavy hammer. Blood flowed from her nose and mouth, and she collapsed unconscious.

Seeing her lose her fighting ability, Huo Yutong shifted her gaze away from Ning Tian.

The past Three Months of Combat Class had taught her one thing: if the enemy team relied on a support-type core, then she should eliminate that support at the very beginning.

Their opponent was a Soul Elder, and Wu Feng's earlier mockery of Tang Wulin had greatly displeased Huo Yutong. This attack contained all of her strength, without the slightest restraint.

Over the past Three Months, it was not only her cultivation level that had improved. Just as Mu En had prepared many ingredients to boost Tang Wulin's vitality and blood, he had also arranged many foods that enhanced Huo Yutong's Spiritual Power. Her Spiritual Power was now on an entirely different level from when she had first entered the academy.

Hearing the sound behind them, Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er instinctively turned around. Their expressions immediately changed.

"Ning Tian!"

Wu Feng let out a worried cry and hurriedly turned to check on Ning Tian.

But at that moment, a hand landed on her shoulder. When she turned back, she saw an innocent-looking smile.

"Did you forget I'm here?"

Wu Feng roared:

"Get out of my way!"

As she shouted, her First and Second Soul Skills lit up simultaneously. Her body swelled once more, and flames erupted from her skin.

She was frantic with worry and had no time to deal with this little brat.

But in the next second, the anxiety in her heart vanished completely, abruptly replaced by overwhelming terror.

Trembling, she slowly turned her head and saw Tang Wulin's hand covered in Golden Scales.

He repeated, one word at a time:

"Did you forget I'm here?"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand. With no intention whatsoever of going easy on her, he swung it at Wu Feng's face.

As the golden fist enlarged before her eyes, Wu Feng was incapable of resisting. The fear rising from the depths of her bloodline drained every bit of strength from her body.

With a bang, Wu Feng flew through the air just like Zhu Lu had yesterday, crashing heavily onto the ground outside the Competition Stage.

There was no doubt that the match was over. Ning Tian was unconscious, Wu Feng had been eliminated, and Nanmen Yun'er alone could not possibly defeat Tang Wulin's three-person team.

Even on the second day, they were still the team that defeated their opponents the fastest.

Author's Note

Support type plus a Dragon Attribute Martial Soul.

Pfft.