Chapter 232: Nan Feihuang's Dominance: Breaking Enemies One After Another

Nan Feihuang stood there calmly, eyes closed.

This appearance made Tang Hongning instantly furious, "Damn it, to think you dare to look down on me! Fierce Thunder Claw!"

Although Tang Hongning was angry at his opponent's contempt, he did not want to miss this excellent opportunity and lunged with his claws in a rage. Unfortunately, no matter from which direction he attacked, Nan Feihuang was able to catch his claws steadily with his palms at just the right moment.

The Jackal Claw struck sixteen times in succession from different directions, yet it failed to even break the skin on Nan Feihuang's hands, nor did it make him move his feet even half a step.

Nan Feihuang opened his eyes and smiled, "Actually, speaking of this kind of thunder claw, I have caught ones several times more powerful than yours. How about it? Now you know I wasn't lying, right?"

When he was studying at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Nan Feihuang spent all day catching Yu Tianheng's Thunder Dragon Claw.

Both were claws, and both had the lightning attribute.

Could a mere Fierce Thunder Jackal really be stronger than a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Tang Hongning attacked Nan Feihuang even more crazily. He knew he was no match for Nan Feihuang, but he could not believe that he couldn't even force his opponent to release his martial soul, or even move his feet.

Unfortunately, this guy was not some protagonist who could rely on Anger to trigger a power-up. For an ordinary person, the angrier they get, the more chaotic their attacks become, revealing openings.

This was normal; an Agility Attack System Spirit Master might be able to use speed to skirmish with Nan Feihuang for a while, but those who engaged in direct frontal attacks always ended up like this.

Nan Feihuang continued, "People of Star Luo, send out your next one."

Dai Weisi had a bad premonition; the tactics they had discussed with the Spirit Hall beforehand would likely return empty-handed today.

"I... I concede!" Because of the pain, cold sweat broke out all over Tang Hongning's body. At this moment, he finally realized that the gap between him and Nan Feihuang was simply too great.

Nan Feihuang nodded and let go of his hand, "Next."

Wasn't the Black Horned Wild Boar from just a moment ago the same scene?

However, it wasn't twisted into powder, just bone-fractured; it would heal after resting for a while.

The one who had just taken the stage was Sun Chuantao of the Spirit Hall Academy. Despite his soul power being as high as level 48, the speed at which he was taken out by the Flying General was actually faster than Tang Hongning.

Once his pulse point was controlled, his entire body's soul power dissipated rapidly, and then Nan Feihuang twisted slightly, instantly snapping the bones in his wrist.

Boom!

"Next!"

During an attack, Nan Feihuang nimbly caught a lapse in Tang Hongning's defense, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed his pulse point.

The people from Star Luo had just stepped onto the stage to carry the injured Tang Hongning down, but before they could even reach the bottom of the arena, a figure flew out ahead of them.

"Get down, if you don't want your hand to be completely crippled," Nan Feihuang advised.

Boom!

"Next!"

The result...

But no matter what, he had already promised the Spirit Hall Academy, so he could only bite the bullet and keep sending people up.

Swish!

"Next!"

After several rounds of competition, Nan Feihuang himself had forgotten how many he had fought. At this moment, his palm was gripping the neck of the Spirit Hall's Golden Waist Flying Swallow Spirit Master, Zhang Ping, without the slightest feeling of cherishing the fairer sex.

Zhang Ping had difficulty breathing and kept patting Nan Feihuang's wrist, intermittently spitting out a few words, "I... con... cede!!"

Nan Feihuang let go of Zhang Ping. As soon as she landed, Zhang Ping began to cough violently, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Nan Feihuang.

This man usually looked very approachable, but once he was on the battlefield, he was simply domineering enough to make one tremble.

"That's eight. The Flying General has already defeated eight in a row, yet he doesn't seem to have used a single soul skill," Oslo said in shock. Having been a classmate for many years, although he knew Nan Feihuang was strong, he never imagined he could be strong to this extent.

"Soul skill? Oslo, how much do you underestimate my sworn brother? To deal with these characters, does my brother need to use a soul skill? He hasn't even released his martial soul yet," Dugu Yan reminded him.

Everyone then remembered that up to this point, Nan Feihuang had only used his fists. Where was his Fangtian Halberd?

"Tch, what are you showing off for? This line should have been mine to say. You're only a sworn sister; I am his biological sister," Nan Feiling felt that her line had been stolen by Dugu Yan and was somewhat unhappy.

"How much did Junior Brother hold back when he was fighting me?" Shui Bing'er sat in the audience, resting her chin on her hand, feeling somewhat unwilling yet somewhat fortunate.

Shui Yue'er's pretty face was even redder as she cupped her cheeks and said, "Hehe, Sister, you should thank me. Junior Brother holding back against us must be for my sake. After all, I am one of his destined future wives!"

"You infatuated girl!" Shui Bing'er shook her head helplessly. This sister was beyond saving; might as well sell her off.

At this moment, the fifth person from Star Luo stepped onto the arena; it was actually Dai Weisi. He had entered the stage early.

This was also because of Dugu Yan's reminder; they had to exhaust Nan Feihuang in advance. They had to at least make him release his martial soul.

Otherwise, if Nan Feihuang only lost a little stamina, he would probably recover after a nap.

Not to mention that their Gulei Academy had their own Food-type Soul Master, among his friends, there was also the Nine Star Begonia user, Ye Lingling.

Forced into a corner, he had no choice but to take the stage himself.

"Nan Feihuang, you have so many sisters," Dai Weisi said, trying to shift his focus to deal with the pressure of facing Nan Feihuang directly.

What he said was also a fact. Just in this venue, among those who had just spoken for him, there was one sworn sister, one biological sister, and two senior sisters.

"Are you jealous?" Nan Feihuang smiled, "But who told you your family has that kind of rule? I think even if you have many brothers and sisters, they will sooner or later all be killed by you, or your wife will be killed by her brothers and sisters. You truly have deep feelings about this, don't you? I can understand your jealousy."

"You..." Dai Weisi was hit in his sore spot and clenched his fists in anger.

"Hey, Dai Weisi, don't get angry yet. After hearing my next sentence, you'll probably be even angrier. The sisters who just cheered for me are all ordinary sisters. Actually, I still have a lover-sister. If she also cheers for me, I might be so happy that I'll send you down to see your wife. By then, I would have violated the competition rule against killing, and you Star Luo would have 'won' by lying down again!" Nan Feihuang was truly infuriating.

Not only did he expose Dai Weisi's scars on the spot, but he also pointed out that Star Luo's previous victory was not honorable.

In fact, most people had this thought. In the previous match, if it weren't for Tang San being unable to control himself and killing someone, violating the rules, the winner should have been Shrek.

It was just that others were afraid of offending Star Luo and dared not speak clearly. But Nan Feihuang did not care. They caused his grandfather to pass away early, and caused his father to be busy day and night to restore national strength when he was young. He counted all these debts on Star Luo.

Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement, "Hmph, this Nan Feihuang finally said something sensible!"

The winner of that day's match should have been them, Shrek. Anyway, she, the little witch, was not convinced by the loss.

(End of chapter)