Chapter 47: Facing a Soul Elder, an Even Easier Victory

Hehe, boss, how many seconds do you think we need to end the battle today?

The next day, standing on the competition stage, Zhou Sichen asked Tang Wulin with a grin.

Obviously, yesterday's swift victory made this kid get carried away.

Tang Wulin gave him a white eye.

Don't be careless, you forgot we have Soul Lord Rank students in our grade? Our chance of losing isn't zero.

Hey, I checked, aside from Dai Huabin, there are only two Soul Elders in the whole grade; how likely is it to run into one so easily?

Zhou Sichen said nonchalantly.

It's only the second day—how could their luck be so bad? Even if they really had to face a Soul Elder, they'd probably have to wait until the last few matches.

At that moment, the referee shouted.

Competing teams, announce your names!

Seeing the three beautiful girls from the opposing team approach, Zhou Sichen hurriedly whispered to Tang Wulin:

Boss, the other side are all girls; later, please be gentle and cherish them, don't be as violent as last time.

The way Zhu Lu was treated last time made Zhou Sichen feel pained just watching; if he didn't know Zhu Lu and Tang Wulin already had a grudge, he would have thought Tang Wulin had violent tendencies.

Before Tang Wulin could respond to this goofball, the red-haired girl on the other side spoke up.

You brat, stop whispering; we can hear you. Being so arrogant now, you'll lose face when you lose later.

Zhou Sichen immediately talked back.

You're the one; with such a sharp mouth, don't go hide somewhere to secretly shed tears when you lose later.

Zhou Sichen seemed easygoing and carefree on the surface, but as the highest-ranked person in Freshman Class 7, he also harbored his own pride; acknowledging Tang Wulin as boss was his willing admission of being inferior, and he wouldn't tolerate others.

You!

The red-haired girl instantly flared up, seeing the conflict about to escalate, the yellow-haired girl beside her softly called her name.

Wu Feng.

Yes.

As soon as the yellow-haired girl spoke, the girl named Wu Feng immediately lost her anger.

However, she still wore a proud expression as she announced her name.

Wu Feng, Freshman Class 9, twenty-five rank Strength Attack System Soul Master.

Hearing that, Tang Wulin's group all froze.

After winning yesterday, they also stayed to watch other teams' matches in their bracket; usually in the name-exchange segment, only the name and class are announced, and hardly anyone bothers to announce their exact rank.

Moreover, Wu Feng's behavior was not her unilateral decision, for after she finished speaking, the girl beside her who looked extremely frail also softly said:

Nanmen Yuner, Freshman Class 9, twenty-four rank Speed Attack System Soul Master.

And the yellow-haired girl standing in the middle of them was even more shocking with her words.

Ning Tian, Freshman Class 9, thirty-one rank Assist System Tool Soul Elder.

Upon hearing that, Tang Wulin and Huo Yutong's gazes instantly focused on Zhou Sichen.

Zhou Sichen's face stiffened.

No way, are their points really that unlucky?

With so many teams in the grade, it really had them run into a Soul Elder team on the second day.

But since the opposing side provoked first, they couldn't show weakness.

Zhou Sichen stepped forward and said:

Zhou Sichen, Freshman Class 7, twenty-seven rank Control System Soul Master.

His rank was actually the highest among these six students, except for Ning Tian.

Huo Yutong and Tang Wulin then stepped forward one after another.

Huo Yutong, Freshman Class 7, seventeen rank Control System Battle Soul Master.

Tang Wulin, Freshman Class 7, eighteen rank Strength Attack System Battle Soul Master.

Hearing those two, Wu Feng, who had been somewhat serious due to Zhou Sichen's rank, suddenly burst out laughing.

Hahaha, you seventeenth and eighteenth ranks dare to boast like that—aren't you afraid of biting your tongues?

Hearing her words, Tang Wulin turned to her and revealed a brilliant smile.

You're right, please be merciful later." "Hmph, it depends on my mood.

Seeing Tang Wulin's humble attitude, Wu Feng's mood obviously improved.

Such a Wu Feng didn't notice Zhou Sichen's pitying gaze.

Experience told him that when the boss showed such a smile, it meant someone was about to suffer.

After exchanging names, both sides went to their respective ends of the arena; the referee raised his right hand and shouted, 'Match start!'

In an instant, all six people on the field released their martial souls.

This time, the opposing team had a Soul Elder; no matter what he said, Zhou Sichen could no longer slack off.

He opened his treasure tome, and a bear and a tiger charged out together, rushing toward Nanmen Yuner and Ning Tian respectively.

Wu Feng was Tang Wulin's prey; he dared not move.

Wu Feng snorted disdainfully, flames surged across her body, red scales erupted from her skin, her body grew a size larger, and her uniform was instantly torn apart.

Her martial soul was the Red Dragon; although not as mighty as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it was still a top-tier martial soul.

Seeing her martial soul manifest, Tang Wulin raised his eyebrows, gave a playful look, and swiftly charged at Wu Feng.

Bring it on!

Although slightly startled by Tang Wulin's speed, Wu Feng still wore a confident smile, planning to eliminate that pale-faced kid in the first round of combat.

Nanmen Yuner sprouted emerald-green wings on her back; with their aid, her speed increased to an astonishing degree, always ready to protect Ning Tian while shattering Zhou Sichen's two summoned beasts.

And Ning Tian then had a delicate little tower appear in his hand, and began to recite: "The Seven Treasures have names, the first is…"

As soon as the battle began, both sides went all out, and at first glance they really seemed evenly matched.

The referee nodded secretly, estimating that this fight would probably last a few minutes.

However, aside from Tang Wulin and Zhou Sichen, no one expected that the one who would first tip the balance would actually be Ning Tian, the highest-ranked person on the field.

Before she could finish her soul incantation, a sudden violent headache struck, her head feeling as if hit by a heavy hammer, blood pouring from her mouth and nose, and she fainted outright.

Seeing her lose combat ability, Huo Yutong shifted her gaze away from her.

These three months of practical combat lessons taught her a principle: if the opposing team's core is a support role, then she had best crush that support right at the start.

The opponent was a Soul Elder, and adding to that, Wu Feng's earlier mockery of Tang Wulin had left Huo Yutong thoroughly dissatisfied; this strike was her full-force blow, holding nothing back.

Over these three months, her growth wasn't just in rank; just as Mu En had prepared many blood-qi boosting ingredients for Tang Wulin, he also arranged many foods to enhance her spiritual power, and now her spiritual power is on a completely different level from when she first entered the academy.

Hearing the sound from behind, Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er instinctively turned around, and their faces instantly changed.

"Ning Tian!"

Wu Feng let out a concerned shriek, quickly turning back to check on Ning Tian's condition.

However, at that moment a hand landed on her shoulder, and when she looked back she saw a harmless, innocent smile.

"Have you forgotten my existence?"

Wu Feng roared: "Get lost!"

As she roared, her first and second soul skills lit up simultaneously, her body swelling again while flames burst from her skin.

She was now anxious as fire, with no time to bother with this brat.

But the next second, her agitation vanished completely, replaced by a sudden, intense fear.

She turned back trembling, and saw Tang Wulin with golden scales appearing on his hands.

He repeated, word by word: "Have you forgotten my existence?"

Saying that, he raised his right hand, showing no pity, and swung toward Wu Feng's face.

Watching the golden fist enlarge before her eyes, Wu Feng had no ability to resist; fear rising from deep within her bloodline drained all her strength.

With a "bang," Wu Feng flew out just like Zhu Lu had the day before, crashing hard onto the ground outside the stage.

Without a doubt, the match ended here: Ning Tian fainted, Wu Feng was eliminated, and the lone Nanmen Yun'er could not possibly defeat Tang Wulin's three-person team.

Even the next day, they remained the team that defeated their opponents the fastest in the entire venue.

Side note: support plus dragon-type martial soul.

Pfft.

(End of chapter)