The Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring's Debut

"Wang Feng, let's settle this! There's no need to drag it out!" Tang San shouted coldly. He no longer wanted to prolong the fight. Wang Feng had yet to use a Soul Skill, and if they continued like this, Tang San was certain to lose. Besides, there was no need for them to keep probing each other. Tang San had already felt just how terrifying Wang Feng was.

"Second Soul Skill, Parasite!"

Tang San shouted coldly, startling quite a few people. His Blue Silver Grass hadn't even touched Wang Feng, so how could he use his Second Soul Skill?

Even Wang Feng was taken aback and couldn't resist the urge to mock him. The next moment, however, his expression suddenly changed.

"When did you..."

Wang Feng clearly felt his skin begin to itch, a prickling sensation spreading ceaselessly across his body.

Immediately afterward, something suddenly emerged from his shoulder: a Blue Silver Grass vine.

"What! How is that possible? When did he plant the seeds?"

"He actually succeeded! That's terrifying! How on earth did he plant the seeds inside Wang Feng's body?"

"Wang Feng's finished now! Once the Blue Silver Grass has him bound, Tang San can end the match in an instant!"

The noble students all grew excited. Tang San had been completely helpless against Wang Feng, but unexpectedly, he had managed to use his Second Soul Skill at a moment like this.

"But Wang Feng still hasn't used a Soul Skill!"

Someone suddenly spoke up in concern.

Everyone came to their senses amid the excitement. Some were happy, while others worried. That was right! Wang Feng still hadn't used a Soul Skill!

Wang Feng suddenly chuckled, finally realizing when Tang San had planted the seeds inside him.

They had made direct contact once, when their fists collided at the start. That was when Tang San had planted the seeds. Wang Feng had to marvel at how clever Tang San's methods were! He had planned it all from the very beginning, making it truly hard to guard against.

An opponent like this was worth facing.

Vines pierced through Wang Feng's skin one after another, crossing over each other as they wound around him. Wang Feng smiled faintly and gripped his spear, preparing to use his First Soul Skill. He had no choice. If he didn't use it now, Tang San really might end the match.

But just then, the Soul Bone behind Wang Feng suddenly emitted a flash of light. Soul Power instantly circulated throughout his body, and the Blue Silver Grass vines that had already pierced his skin retracted. Wang Feng could clearly feel the Soul Power inside him that didn't belong to him being scattered.

The astonishing change surprised even Wang Feng himself, and he was also puzzled. What on earth had caused it?

"How is that possible!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically. Wang Feng had actually countered his Second Soul Skill. How was that possible?

But Tang San reacted quickly. He knew that once Wang Feng fully recovered, he would have little chance of defeating him.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

Tang San decisively used his First Soul Skill again. Blue Silver Grass vines instantly spread across the entire arena, looking from afar like a flower in bloom, dazzling and beautiful.

"Tang San, an opponent like you really is no simple matter. It's a pity you use Blue Silver Grass. Otherwise, I really would have had to use a Soul Skill."

Wang Feng chuckled. The Blue Silver Grass seeds inside him had already been completely cleared away.

"Is that so? Wang Feng, you're strong too. It's a pity you're too proud, but I don't think you will be anymore after this."

Tang San smiled faintly, straightened his arm, and bent his palm slightly upward. A sliver of light, so faint it was almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed and vanished.

At the center of the arena, Wang Feng gripped the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, intending to end the match then and there. But just at that moment, a sense of extreme danger suddenly welled up in his heart.

"Second Soul Skill, Vajra Indestructibility!"

Wang Feng was deeply reluctant to use a Soul Skill, but he had no choice, because he had a feeling he would lose.

A light suddenly flared beneath Wang Feng's feet. The black light swept everything aside and illuminated the entire fighting arena, dazzling all who saw it.

"Black, black... a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"Heavens! How is that possible? How could it be a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! How could he have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? How did he do it?!"

No one in the fighting arena could remain calm. Even Hu Liena and Qian Renxue, who had long known that Wang Feng possessed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, were still utterly shocked, because they now understood even better just how terrifying a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was.

"It really is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"Is that his First Soul Ring or his Second Soul Ring?!"

In the second-floor stands, Yu Xiaogang and the others had heard about it long ago, but seeing it with their own eyes still left them shaken beyond words. At the same time, they wondered whether this was Wang Feng's First Soul Ring or his Second Soul Ring.

At that moment, Wang Feng stood in the center of the arena, holding the black-and-gold Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear before him. A faint black-and-gold shield covered his body.

Clink!

A crisp sound reached Wang Feng's ears. He looked down and saw a slender silver needle slowly falling.

"A Hidden Weapon!"

Wang Feng reached out and caught the silver needle between his fingers, staring at it with a strange expression.

"You... how do you know it's called a Hidden Weapon?"

Tang San, who had been shocked by Wang Feng's Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, suddenly came back to his senses at Wang Feng's words. He stared at Wang Feng in even greater shock, more shocked than he had been by the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Wang Feng's pupils narrowed as he stared back at Tang San.

What does he mean? Something isn't right about what Tang San just said.

But Wang Feng was in no hurry to get to the bottom of it. Whatever the situation, he would win the match first.

"Tang San, you've lost!"

Wang Feng smiled faintly. With the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear in hand, his speed surged under the enhancement of his Second Soul Ring. He appeared before Tang San in an instant, the spear in his hand pointing straight at him.

Tang San also reacted quickly, instantly mounting a defense. All the Blue Silver Grass vines pulled back to guard him, shielding him from the front.

But the tough Blue Silver Grass became terribly fragile before the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear. It could not stop the spear at all.

The Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear finally stopped less than a finger's width from Tang San.

"You've lost," Wang Feng said with a faint smile. He was not particularly excited; after all, he had expected this outcome long ago.

"I've lost."

Tang San's expression was grave. This outcome had taken him by surprise.

He knew Wang Feng was strong, but Hidden Weapons were his greatest trump card. He had never used them at the academy, and no one knew about them. He had been absolutely certain he could use the unique characteristics of Hidden Weapons to defeat Wang Feng.

And yet now, he was the one who had lost.

"I announce the final rankings of the individual assessment. In first place, Wang Feng!"

The referee's voice rang out, instantly setting the entire fighting arena ablaze.

Cheers from the commoner students drowned out everything else. Throughout the inner court, students could be heard cheering Wang Feng's name, and everyone learned that first place in the Holy Academy's first inner court individual assessment had gone to Wang Feng, the youth who had taken a year's leave and twice made an attempt on the lives of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's descendants.

At this moment, Wang Feng surpassed all the legends Tang San had created over the past year and became truly undefeated, even though the fights Wang Feng had taken part in over that year could be counted on one hand.