Chapter 266: Why Do I Like You a Little?

Shenfeng Academy truly did not give Qin Jian any time to rest, walking directly to the edge of the arena to prepare for the match.

"Captain, if we target him alone like this, won't it be a bit lacking in grace?" a team member couldn't help but whisper.

Feng Xiaotian did not turn his head, only saying indifferently: "I am the captain, this time I hope you will listen to me."

"But this is, after all, your personal grudge; how can you use the academy's reputation as the price?" someone questioned.

"I am very sorry... but if we don't severely injure him, we won't have a single chance in the matches that follow."

Feng Xiaotian crossed his arms and said: "Do you really think this is just a personal grudge?"

Several people looked at each other in dismay.

"This is directed by that Bishop Salas of the Spirit Hall, because Qin Jian's threat is truly too great, so great that even their Spirit Hall team feels threatened."

Feng Xiaotian gave a cold snort and said: "So, even if I don't want to take advantage of someone's precarious position, I cannot stop; the academy absolutely does not want to offend the Spirit Hall because of this."

"Captain, our goal is to severely injure him, rather than defeat him?" someone asked.

Feng Xiaotian nodded and said: "That's right, your mission is to exhaust him, not to win against him; leave the final part to me... if we can severely injure him, we still have a chance to compete for the runner-up spot."

Everyone stopped talking; even if they felt very uncomfortable inside, they knew they were powerless to change anything, because they were just students and dared not offend the Spirit Hall at all.

Shenfeng Academy finally began to take the stage.

The attention of almost everyone around the Douhun Tai was focused here; after all, nothing is more eye-catching than a one-on-fourteen streak.

The first three Soul Elders were nothing much to look at and did not cause much trouble for Qin Jian.

The two Soul Ancestors that followed, Feng Ji and Feng Lin, Qin Jian had fought before, but his current state was even worse than back then, and he had to use two Ice Heart Snow Swords to win.

"Qin Jian, we are standing on the same Douhun Tai again..."

The second-to-last person was also an acquaintance, Feng Yunwu, who had once said "I will remember you forever."

She was worthy of being a goddess-level student of Shenfeng Academy; wrapped in a light green team uniform, she looked picturesque and eye-catching from afar.

"Hoo..."

Qin Jian panted slightly, having no energy to exchange pleasantries with her, only saying: "Come."

When his Spirit Power was about to be overdrawn, his brain felt as if it were being hung up by something invisible, stinging intensely.

"Don't be so impatient; it's rare to have a chance to say a few words after so long, I cherish it very much."

Feng Yunwu's words caused a slight uproar at the side of the arena, especially among the other members of the Shenfeng Team, whose expressions were even uglier.

Except for Feng Xiaotian, who didn't know how he had taken a fancy to the hot-tempered Huo Wu, everyone else had a favorable impression of this Feng Yunwu. Now, seeing her chatting with an opponent on the arena, their faces immediately looked like they were holding back something for a long time.

"Where did this woman pick him up from again?!"

At the side of the arena, Xiao Wu put one hand on her hip and pointed at Feng Yunwu with the other.

Ning Rongrong pondered for a moment and said: "If the intelligence I read is correct, she should be one of the opponents Brother Jian faced when he went to challenge the Shenfeng Academy."

"It's quite tragic that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence department is being used to keep an eye on a lover..." Ma Hongjun said speechlessly.

Ning Rongrong: "......"

"Flirting with a man on the Douhun Tai, how shameless!" Xiao Wu's rabbit ears stood straight up.

At this moment, Grandmaster looked at Feng Yunwu, who was constantly saying something to Qin Jian in the arena, and suddenly said: "Regardless of whether she is doing it on purpose, the more time is delayed now, the more it benefits Qin Jian. His soul power should still have quite a bit left, but his Spirit Power has reached its limit; continuing high-intensity combat is very disadvantageous."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu both stopped talking.

Learning that it was beneficial to Qin Jian, they even hoped that Feng Yunwu could talk for a little longer...

Unfortunately, Feng Yunwu and Qin Jian had only crossed paths a few times, and there were only so many things they could say.

"Hey Qin Jian, aren't you very good at flirting with girls?"

Feng Yunwu looked straight at Qin Jian, smoothed her hair, and smiled: "Why aren't you saying anything now?"

The area where the Shenfeng Academy team was located was filled with wailing: "Goddess Yunwu! What on earth are you doing!"

The lead teacher of Shenfeng Academy shook his head and said: "She... just can't stand such calculations..."

The others were startled: "She did it on purpose?"

Feng Xiaotian crossed his arms and said indifferently: "Yunwu has always been like this, let her be."

On the stage.

Qin Jian smiled: "Feng Yunwu, right? Thank you for helping me; this time, I will also remember you."

Feng Yunwu blinked her eyes.

"However, you had better not delay any longer, otherwise it won't be easy to explain when you go back," Qin Jian added.

"You're still considering me, your opponent, at a time like this?"

Feng Yunwu shook her head with a smile and said solemnly: "Calculating like this is really not interesting at all, and I don't want to fight this match either... but as a student of the academy, I cannot act according to my own wishes, so..."

Chi chi...

A unique Windstorm Spirit took shape behind her, and she floated slowly amidst the storm like a goddess of storms.

"Qin Jian, talking and delaying with you was something I couldn't get past in my heart; now, this fight is to repay the academy's grace of cultivation. I will not hold back either, take care of yourself."

Feng Yunwu's words caused a slight commotion among the people at the side of the arena; only then did they realize why she had inexplicably spoken for so long.

"This Feng Yunwu is quite magnanimous," Zhu Zhuqing said suddenly.

Ning Rongrong nodded: "According to the information, this Feng Yunwu's martial soul is very tricky; I don't know how Brother Jian will deal with it."

"Indeed, ordinary martial souls are either Spirit Tools or Beast Spirits; hers is very strange, like the weather, and also like a mutation of some kind of wind-type Beast Spirit," Grandmaster said with a grave expression.

The others from Shrek also became a bit nervous upon hearing this.

"Go Brother Jian..."

Oscar gripped the railing tightly with both hands, having lost the mood to clown around.

In the arena.

Qin Jian held his Martial Soul Sword, staring at the storm, his expression struggling for a moment.

"Knowing she has a favorable impression of me... and still doing this... would it be too shameless..."

But he only struggled for a mere instant; the next moment, his divine light condensed, and his Sword flew from his hand, shooting straight toward the Storm.

"Sss-sss!"

The two martial souls collided violently, and the next moment, Qin Jian appeared above his martial soul, also arriving inside the storm.

"Urgh..."

The violent soul power surged, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

"I won't hold back now, Fourth Soul Skill... Wind Sweeps the Clouds!"

A Purple Soul Ring shone on Feng Yunwu's body, and endless wind blades rose within the storm, attacking Qin Jian along with the Storm.

Suspended in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, Qin Jian appeared to have no way to defend himself, as if he had thrown himself into a trap.

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu grabbed each other's hands in worry.

"Very well... I didn't intend to hold back either..."

Just as the wind blades appeared, the First Soul Ring on Qin Jian's body lit up, and a flash of pink vanished from his eyes.

Feng Yunwu's eyes, which had been meeting his gaze, went blank, then became hazy: "Qin Jian, why do I suddenly feel a bit... like you..."

The wind and clouds gradually subsided.

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