Chapter 33: Fengming Qingluan Battles Dai Mubai (Third update delivered, please follow)

While at the Consecration Hall, Guangling Douluo did so to train Wu Qi's reaction speed.

Although the arrows he shot did not hold back, hitting the body felt like being bitten by a mosquito; there was no chance of injury.

If Guangling Douluo were to go all out every time, Wu Qi would also develop a sense of resistance!

In short, the method of education is extremely important; a good method can make the teaching effect twice as effective with half the effort, while the opposite won't even achieve half the result with double the effort.

"What a bunch of pitiful children." A trace of "pity" arose in Wu Qi's heart.

In the near future, Shrek Academy will welcome Yu Xiaogang, and this Master's training method can be completely described as self-torture.

About half an hour later, the broadcast inside the Great Spirit Arena sounded.

"Please, Fengming Qingluan and Dai Mubai, proceed to the Sixth Douhun Platform in the side area to participate in the one-on-one spirit fighting match."

Fengming Qingluan is Wu Qi's code name; compared to using his real name, using a code name can save a lot of trouble.

"Brother Wu, teach him a good lesson!" Qiangu Changkong lightly pushed his shoulder.

Before leaving, Wu Qi reminded him: "Your biggest problem is underestimating the enemy. Don't think you can make a splash in the Great Spirit Master arena; you must know there is always someone better!"

"After I return, I don't want to hear news of your defeat."

Qiangu Changkong patted his chest in assurance.

Passing through the long contestant tunnel, Wu Qi stepped onto the spirit fighting platform.

Dai Mubai had been waiting on the ring for a long time; he crossed his arms over his chest and said indifferently, "I thought you would flee before the battle; I didn't expect you to have some backbone."

"For the sake of being future classmates, I can go easy on you. I hope you can hold up."

Standing up for Ma Hongjun was, to put it bluntly, just a formality. His true purpose was to protect his status as the big brother of the academy.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The corners of Wu Qi's mouth twitched slightly.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand why Flender was so enthusiastic toward them.

It turns out the other party thought they were aiming for Shrek Academy.

Wu Qi couldn't be bothered to explain this misunderstanding.

What others think, what does it have to do with him?

Besides, he wouldn't be going to Shrek Academy anyway.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Dai Mubai stopped asking for trouble.

The referee saw that the two did not trade harsh words before the match, so he stopped wasting time and simply announced the start of the match.

In the spectator stands, the audience felt bored: "What's up with that kid? He doesn't even dare to retort a single word. I didn't spend money on a ticket to watch you get beaten up!"

"Shh, he's a Soul Elder, sir. If he hears you and decides to teach us commoners a lesson, wouldn't it be like crushing an ant?"

That may be so, but since both sides didn't trade harsh words before the match, the ensuing collision was destined not to be too intense.

The audience, accustomed to fierce battles, really couldn't muster any interest in this match.

However, the female audience favored Wu Qi.

Although Dai Mubai's appearance was not bad, compared to the noble aura on Wu Qi, it ultimately paled in comparison.

On the ring.

Wu Qi didn't care about others' opinions; he activated his martial soul and waited for the gong to sound.

"Your soul power level is not bad, but it's still a bit lacking!" Dai Mubai laughed loudly as his White Tiger martial soul appeared, his strength as a level 37 High-level Spirit Venerable undisguised.

As the gong sounded, Wu Qi took the initiative to attack.

The Qingluan Spirit had a speed advantage, and he quickly found a favorable position for output.

"First Soul Skill, Wind Control Flying Blade!"

The rings of the Great Spirit Arena were all indoor environments; the internal airflow was chaotic and it was almost impossible to borrow force.

But Wu Qi was confident that even without the environmental advantage, he could still defeat his opponent.

The Qingluan wings flapped, and the densely packed feathers on the wings fell off one after another, turning into sharp Feather Blades!

Dai Mubai stood motionless, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "A mere Agility Attack System Spirit Master wants to break my defense?"

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Body-Protecting Barrier!"

In terms of attack power, Agility Attack System Spirit Masters are far inferior to Power Attack System Spirit Masters. Moreover, with the gap in soul power levels, Dai Mubai was confident he could easily block his opponent's attack.

Little did he know, he had already fallen into a trap.

Wu Qi shook his head slightly.

Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use its full strength.

Dai Mubai didn't even have the most basic intuition; what on earth did Shrek Academy teach him!

The Feather Blades were easily blocked by Dai Mubai, and Wu Qi's next round of attacks followed closely behind.

Relying on his speed advantage, he smashed a heavy punch toward his opponent's chest.

Dai Mubai's eyes were contemptuous as he extended his tiger claws to catch the punch.

Bang~

Fist and palm collided, emitting a muffled sound.

Dai Mubai's expression changed abruptly, his gaze becoming exceptionally grave: "Such great strength! You are not an Agility Attack System Spirit Master!"

Fortunately, he hadn't withdrawn his First Soul Skill, otherwise, Wu Qi's punch would have been enough to dislocate his arm.

But Wu Qi's speed was clearly what an Agility Attack System Spirit Master should have, yet he possessed such powerful force.

The perfect combination of strength and speed—what the hell kind of martial soul is this!

After the punch, Wu Qi flashed away, leaving Dai Mubai unable to find an opportunity to counterattack.

"Very good, you have successfully aroused my interest. I will no longer pursue the conflict between you and Fatty. Next, I will go all out; I hope you can hold up."

Wu Qi twitched his brows.

Telling the enemy to use their full strength during a fight—is he afraid the enemy won't know to prepare in advance?

With a cold sneer, he said, "I hope you won't be too weak, otherwise it will seem very boring."

"As you wish." Dai Mubai's expression was serious, and the second Soul Ring at his feet lit up, "Second soul skill, White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A milky white halo condensed in his mouth, aimed at Wu Qi's position, and spat out a beam of light.

The Crane Cloud Wings quietly emerged, and under the "cover" of the Qingluan wings, no one discovered anything unusual.

Wu Qi's speed was unimaginably fast; even though Dai Mubai kept changing direction, the White Tiger Intense Light Wave never hit him in the slightest.

When releasing his second soul skill, Dai Mubai's body stood rooted to the spot like a statue, and while Wu Qi dodged, he was also constantly closing the distance to his opponent.

Seeing that the timing was ripe, the Crane Cloud Wings completed their transformation and he suddenly darted out.

Dai Mubai was startled and hurriedly activated his third soul skill to cope.

After the White Tiger Vajra Transformation was activated, the muscles all over his body bulged slightly, and his strength and defense were greatly enhanced.

He stretched out his right hand, using all his strength to withstand Wu Qi's offensive.

Immediately after, he reached out with his left hand, intending to launch a counterattack.

For Wu Qi, the Crane Cloud Wings were his best "soul skill" enhancement.

In his eyes, Dai Mubai's speed seemed to have been hit with a slow-motion button!

Tilting his body slightly, he easily dodged the opponent's attack, and then Wu Qi bent his right leg, using his knee to strike at Dai Mubai's abdomen.

The latter let out a muffled grunt; thanks to the soul skill enhancement, he barely managed to block this strike without losing his combat effectiveness.

"Phoenix Cry Qingluan, well done!"

In the spectator stands, someone took the lead, and others immediately echoed.

The person who had previously insulted Wu Qi suddenly felt ashamed, "Sigh, it turns out he just disdains talking trash; it was my perspective that was too small."

"Speaking of which, he looks so handsome, and his fighting posture is also handsome."

The female spectator beside him felt a chill, "Ew, a grown man saying such things, aren't you ashamed? Phoenix Cry Qingluan, Mommy is watching you."

The man was shocked, "Holy crap, even 'mommy fans' are here."

(End of this chapter)