Chapter 59: You and Your Strength Are Equally Ridiculous

Wu Qi clicked his tongue slightly.

Qiangu Changkong, who usually spent his time clowning around, had actually practiced such a soul skill in private.

If the two of them were to spar, Wu Qi would certainly be at a disadvantage when facing such a soul skill, but he would not necessarily lose the match.

Yu Feng lacked Wu Qi's vigilance; before being hit, he had taken no defensive measures whatsoever.

As he fell to the ground, his Third Soul Skill dissipated along with him, and he was effectively a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Qiangu Changkong would not let such a good opportunity for revenge go to waste; he swung his Coiling Dragon Staff and beat Yu Feng relentlessly.

"I see that from head to toe, only your mouth is tough!"

Slap~

The Coiling Dragon Staff smashed into Yu Feng's mouth, and he feigned confusion, "Your mouth isn't tough either, so why would you say such things?"

One strike to the leg to cut off the opponent's ability to flee; one strike to the mouth to deny the opponent the chance to beg for mercy.

The saying that a staff strike has force, a staff dance has precision, a staff flick has warmth, and every strike has attitude—that must be Qiangu Changkong right now.

One must know, he had not activated his soul skill, so the staff landing on the body was not fatal, but it hurt.

Yu Feng could not open his mouth and could only emit whimpering, groaning sounds.

Qin Ming's expression turned ugly; he flashed into the Martial Arts Arena and grabbed Qiangu Changkong's Coiling Dragon Staff.

"Enough, you have already won."

Who did Qin Ming think he was? Qiangu Changkong would not give him any face.

"The Crown Prince said that until the opponent admits defeat or dies, one must never lower their guard, otherwise one will encounter a counterattack and ruin a great situation."

"What does Teacher Qin mean by this? Are you openly shielding your own student and interfering with the match?"

The corners of Qin Ming's mouth twitched slightly; who didn't know that the Three Education Committees were supporters of the Crown Prince? If he refuted the opponent by using Xue Qinghe's famous quote, the Three Education Committees would surely find trouble for him before Xue Qinghe even came knocking.

Besides, Yu Feng's mouth was beaten swollen and he had lost a few teeth; he simply could not open his mouth to admit defeat.

Qin Ming was certain that the other party was deliberately looking for trouble.

But the other party had slapped several heavy labels on him in one breath; if not handled well, it would cause criticism among the students.

One must know, these students all had impressive family backgrounds. If his reputation stank, he would have no place in the academy in the future.

Qin Ming had lived for thirty-some years, after all, and had seen his fair share of storms; he was not intimidated by Qiangu Changkong.

"According to academy regulations, teachers have the right to stop a match and protect the safety of students."

"Since I have intervened, then according to the regulations, you have won this match."

Qin Ming had intended to turn the tables, but looking at the "sharpening his blade" Qiangu Changkong, he swallowed his words back.

If a teacher enters the arena to bicker with students, regardless of who wins or loses, they will be subject to criticism.

Rather than that, it is better to make a clean break.

Qiangu Changkong looked bored and jumped off the Martial Arts Arena.

However, the onlookers would not let Yu Feng off.

"You were so fierce before the match, is this all the strength you have?"

"The Imperial Fighting Team is nothing more than this; I could do it too."

"Heh, in the next Spirit Master Tournament, I'm afraid the academy will be eliminated early again; we're used to it."

"Say, was that a Self-Created Soul Skill just now? He didn't light up any Soul Rings when he used his soul skill."

Qin Ming's expression was ugly.

Yu Feng's failure did not just concern himself; it even implicated the first Imperial Fighting Team.

Qin Ming looked back at Aosiluo, hoping he could win back some face, but remembering what happened before, his heart felt like dead ash.

Next, the first Imperial Fighting Team would only lose face even more miserably.

……

Yu Tianheng felt he had lost face and looked grim, "Leopard, win back our honor!"

Yu Feng's failure proved that Qiangu Changkong indeed had the ability to replace their positions.

At this moment, Aosiluo had to summon all his focus.

Yu Feng's failure was a foregone conclusion; let the other guy die, not me—as long as he kept his own status, other matters had nothing to do with him.

The two stepped onto the ring at the same time, and Aosiluo raised his voice a few notches to bolster his courage, "Come on, I won't underestimate the enemy like that little bird; I hope you can make me interested."

As he finished speaking, the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul completed its possession.

Both were Agility Attack System Spirit Masters; this spar was destined to be a duel of speed.

The Qingluan cry sounded first, and the Qingluan Spirit appeared right behind Wu Qi.

The noble, transcendent aura it emitted made countless male students feel secretly heartbroken, while the female students screamed for it.

Aosiluo looked flustered; that gaze from a high-level martial soul made him feel completely uncomfortable.

As the match began, Aosiluo took the initiative to attack, forcing himself to calm down.

"First Soul Skill, Leopard Speed!"

His speed received a thirty percent boost, and his figure became like streaks of afterimages.

The sharp claw blades swept toward Wu Qi, but just as he was about to succeed, a hand grabbed his arm, making it difficult for him to advance even an inch!

"How is this possible!" Aosiluo was greatly shocked.

His momentum just now was not to be underestimated, yet it was easily caught by Wu Qi, and his figure remained completely motionless!

Since when did an Agility Attack System Spirit Master have such great strength?

The opponent's soul power level was lower than his.

Not giving him time to think, Wu Qi exerted force in his arm and flung him away, nearly sending him out of the ring's range.

Aosiluo took a few deep breaths, feigning composure, "Impossible, he is an Agility Attack System Spirit Master; it is impossible for him to have such great strength; he must have used some kind of Soul Guidance Device."

He spoke in a very low voice; after all, with Qin Ming present, whether Wu Qi used a Soul Guidance Device could not be hidden from the former's perception.

If someone heard him and it turned out there was no Soul Guidance Device, wouldn't that be a huge embarrassment?

Of course, he would not know that Wu Qi possessed a set of techniques to dissipate force, and impacts that were not too strong were insufficient to shake him.

Not giving Aosiluo a chance to catch his breath, the cyan wings behind Wu Qi flapped, and he swept toward his opponent at extreme Speed.

With all-around suppression in Speed and power, heaven knows how bitter Aosiluo felt inside.

But even if he lost, he had to lose gracefully; he could not be as embarrassing as Yu Feng.

"Second Spirit Skill, Ghost Leopard Double Consecutive Slash!"

Sharp claws popped out from his fingertips, and he crossed his left and right hands to claw forward, the claw marks condensing into substance to "block" the path of Wu Qi's advance.

But he seemed to have forgotten that Wu Qi possessed flight capabilities.

Leaping into the air, he easily avoided the opponent's attack and, utilizing the momentum of his descent, easily knocked Aosiluo to the ground.

"You are as laughable as your strength."

Wu Qi said expressionlessly, then immediately grabbed the opponent's neck with his right hand, pressing the opponent's head into intimate contact with the floor.

He did not know if there was someone behind the scenes instigating this, deliberately looking for trouble with them.

Strike once to open the way, so as to avoid a hundred strikes to come!

Only by letting others remember the fate of Aosiluo and Yu Feng could more trouble be avoided.

With his cheek in intimate contact with the ground, the violent vibration knocked Aosiluo unconscious.

But Wu Qi seemed to have no intention of letting go, continuing to grab his head and slam it against the ground.

Below the Martial Arts Arena, Qin Ming's expression was unsightly.

Just a moment ago, he had made a move and was retorted by Qiangu Changkong; if he were to intervene again and be retorted by Wu Qi, he would truly be unable to step down.

The Imperial Fighting Team was pinned with high hopes, yet they produced such a battle record; it was truly too shameful.

(End of this chapter)