The sparring arena of the Outer Academy of Shrek Academy.
The scene on the sparring arena was bizarre, to say the least. Not only was there a heavy snowfall, but localized tornadoes were also swirling, and there were even ten blazing fireballs resembling small suns. Anyone witnessing this would undoubtedly let out a curse.
Even as spectators, it felt utterly absurd, let alone for Tang Wulin, Luo Guixing, and the others who were directly facing this chaos. They were filled with immense frustration, but no matter how much they struggled, they realized one thing—they were beyond the point of turning the tide.
Watching Wu Siduo and Mo Hentian charging toward them from the front and rear, with Gu Yue and Jing Shaoyu casting spells behind Mo Hentian, Tang Wulin, Luo Guixing, and Zheng Yiran exchanged glances and decided to make one final stand.
Even if they were going to lose, they wouldn't go down without a fight!
"Tang Wulin!" Luo Guixing shouted, his eyes glowing with the silver light of spatial elements.
Tang Wulin immediately understood Luo Guixing's intention and responded loudly, "Got it!" Without hesitation, he charged straight toward Mo Hentian, who was directly in front of him. The Golden Dragon Claw on his right hand emitted a golden radiance, accompanied by a fierce, murderous aura.
Mo Hentian's face remained expressionless as he dashed forward like a gust of wind, holding the Hentian Hammer in his hand. The dark glow of the hammer exuded an overwhelming sense of dominance, and the black-gold hammer emitted a heavy, oppressive aura. His slender frame seemed capable of shaking mountains, and every movement displayed his invincible strength and formidable presence.
From the actions of Mo Hentian and Tang Wulin, it was clear that this would be a direct clash of power. However, no one favored Tang Wulin. Not only was Mo Hentian's Martial Soul recognized as the strongest force-type Weapon Soul, but there was also a significant gap in their Soul Power levels—Mo Hentian was a high-level Soul Venerable at the 38th rank, while Tang Wulin had only recently reached the 31st rank. The difference in strength was obvious.
Tang Wulin's eyes were filled with determination and fearlessness, his expression unyielding, as if to say that he would definitely redeem himself and prove his worth.
Just as everyone thought Tang Wulin's actions were the last desperate struggle of his team, a silver light suddenly enveloped him as he raised his Golden Dragon Claw and swung it with all his might. In the next moment, he disappeared completely, causing Mo Hentian's attack to slam into the arena floor.
"Wow!"
The students below let out a collective gasp as Tang Wulin, who had vanished from in front of Mo Hentian, reappeared directly in the back row, right in front of Jing Shaoyu. The Golden Dragon Claw, shimmering with golden light, sliced through the air with such speed that it seemed to tear the very atmosphere, producing a piercing screech.
Space Transfer!
It was a bold gamble by Luo Guixing and Tang Wulin to salvage their pride, directly targeting Jing Shaoyu. If they could take him down with them, they would at least lose with honor.
However, their plan was too idealistic. Was Jing Shaoyu really someone they could easily handle?
A faint smile curled on Jing Shaoyu's lips as he looked up at Tang Wulin, who was unleashing a full-force attack. His eyes gleamed with disdain. Facing the Golden Dragon Claw that tore through the air, he raised his right hand in response. His right hand erupted with a black-gold radiance, and three dark golden claws extended from the joints of his fingers. His hand instantly swelled, transforming into a bear's paw, directly blocking Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw.
"Clang!"
The bear claw and dragon claw collided, producing a metallic clang that was both crisp and chilling.
Tang Wulin's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with disbelief as he stared at Jing Shaoyu, who remained composed. He was filled with confusion and doubt—why? Why had his all-out attack been so effortlessly blocked? Was the gap between them really that vast?
What he didn't know was that Jing Shaoyu wasn't as calm as he appeared. His right arm, from his palm to his shoulder, had gone numb from the tremendous force, and the impact had even spread to other parts of his body. He realized he had underestimated Tang Wulin this time. While he could disregard Tang Wulin, he shouldn't have underestimated the Golden Dragon King!
Fortunately, his cultivation level was high enough. He managed to dissipate Tang Wulin's power layer by layer using his Soul Power, and aside from the lingering numbness in his right arm, there were no other effects.
The essence of the Golden Dragon King sure is useful!
Jing Shaoyu looked down at Tang Wulin, who had landed on the ground, dazed and disoriented, and sighed inwardly. Then, with a wave of his left hand, a massive wave surged from the ground, sweeping Tang Wulin away before he could react. In mid-air, he narrowly avoided being turned into a pincushion by Gu Yue's ice spears.
Ya Li quickly rescued Tang Wulin, but her attention remained fixed on Jing Shaoyu. She had originally intended to save Jing Shaoyu, but he had surprised her once again. That must have been a Soul Bone—the Dark Golden Claw Bear Soul Bone. Hmm, Leng Yaozhu had indeed put a lot of effort into him.
By now, the battle on the arena was nearing its end. Wu Siduo switched back to her Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul, her movements as swift as lightning, her shadow almost impossible to track. In the blink of an eye, she closed in on Xu Lizhi, her hands transforming into sharp cat claws as she slashed at him without hesitation. Surprisingly, Xu Lizhi dodged her attack, his footwork agile and unpredictable, leaving Wu Siduo momentarily stunned. However, she quickly regained her composure and took him seriously.
Xu Lizhi was a disciple of the Tang Sect, and he was currently using the Tang Sect's secret technique, the Ghost Shadow Confusing Steps. However, as a Food-type Soul Master, his use of the technique was somewhat amateurish compared to a true Agility-type Soul Master. Wu Siduo activated her first and second Soul Skills, swiftly sending Xu Lizhi off the arena.
Meanwhile, Mo Hentian, who had lost Tang Wulin as his target, didn't stay idle. He immediately switched his focus to Zheng Yiran. Zheng Yiran attempted to use the flexibility of her Jade Scale Serpent Martial Soul to counter Mo Hentian's brute strength, transforming into a serpent and coiling around him.
This tactic might have worked against an ordinary power-type Soul Master, but it was almost insulting to Mo Hentian. His eyes flashed with a golden light, and in the next moment, his body shook as an immense force erupted from within, instantly flinging Zheng Yiran, who had been wrapped around him like a snake, away.
Zheng Yiran crashed heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of her mouth. She stared at Mo Hentian in a daze, inwardly cursing him for his lack of chivalry. How could he treat a delicate girl like her so roughly? It was truly hateful.
A white light flashed, and Zheng Yiran disappeared from the arena.
At this moment, Luo Guixing stood alone on the arena, a bitter and helpless smile on his face. He had anticipated their loss, but he hadn't expected it to be so thorough. They hadn't even managed to force their opponents to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Well, it seemed he wouldn't be able to hold his head high in front of the class committee for the next three years.
"The match is over. Jing Shaoyu's team wins," Wu Zhangkong declared coldly as he stepped onto the arena.
Jing Shaoyu and his teammates gathered together, all wearing smiles. Jing Shaoyu said, "Everyone did well. For our first time cooperating, we had great synergy. Let's keep up the good work in the future!"
"It's mainly because the other team was too weak," Wu Siduo commented with a cold expression, though the joy in her eyes was hard to conceal.
Mo Hentian remained silent, returning to his usual reticent demeanor.
Below the arena, Tang Wulin, Luo Guixing, and the other seven were utterly dejected, looking as if they had just suffered a great loss. They exchanged glances, all wearing expressions of resignation. It seemed they would have to keep a low profile in class from now on. This was too embarrassing!
At this moment, Jing Shaoyu jumped down from the arena and walked over to Na'er and Ye Xinglan. Under their somewhat puzzled gazes, he extended his hand and said, "Come on, you're part of our team too. This victory belongs to you as well."
Na'er didn't hesitate at all, her beautiful face lighting up with a bright smile as she immediately took Jing Shaoyu's hand. Ye Xinglan, however, hesitated for a moment. But when she met Jing Shaoyu's bright, encouraging gaze, she nodded and slowly reached out her hand.
"No need to hesitate," Jing Shaoyu said, grabbing her hand and pulling her and Na'er toward the arena.
Thus, the class committee team stood complete on the arena.
Ya Li watched this scene, feeling that it was a display of Jing Shaoyu's care and camaraderie for his classmates. Her gaze softened with affection as she landed beside Wu Zhangkong and Shen Yi, smiling gently. "From these children, I see hope. They are intelligent, composed, caring, and kind. Your guidance has been excellent."
Shen Yi and Wu Zhangkong were both flattered by Ya Li's praise. Shen Yi quickly replied, "Your Grace, you're too kind. It's all due to the children's own excellence."
Wu Zhangkong didn't speak, but his thoughts were undoubtedly the same.
"Hehe," Ya Li chuckled softly.
"Alright," Wu Zhangkong said, turning to Jing Shaoyu and the others. "The class selection match is over. Jing Shaoyu's team will represent our first-year class in the sparring exchange with the second-year class in four days. Dismissed."
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