Chapter 33: Egg Hitting a Stone

When Li Luo said these words, everyone knew he would not concede; he had chosen to clash with Song Yunfeng.

Yet, in the eyes of everyone, this collision was like an egg hitting a stone, with not even the slightest advantage.

"Brother Luo."

Over at the Second Institute, many students wore expressions of worry. Zhao Kuo hammered his fist in agitation and said angrily, "That bastard Song Yunfeng is truly too shameless!"

Others nodded in deep agreement; in order to force Li Luo not to concede, this Song Yunfeng was truly stopping at nothing—it was too shameless.

In the crowd, maintaining the professional spirit of seeing a performance through to the end, Yu Lang, who was lying on a stretcher and wrapped tightly in bandages, was also watching. He muttered, "What is this Li Luo doing? Isn't he just going up there to get abused?"

Not far away, Lu Qinger watched the changes on the stage, her willow-leaf brows tightly furrowed. She had considered that Song Yunfeng might provoke Li Luo, but she had not expected him to be so bold as to attack Li Luo’s two parents who were in the Marquis Realm. Clearly, Li Luo had deep feelings for his parents, so while he could ignore the mockery directed at himself, he could not tolerate the slightest smearing of his parents by Song Yunfeng.

Although Song Yunfeng had no qualifications to smear two Marquis Realm powerhouses, Li Luo did not intend to endure it when faced with this situation.

Lu Qinger’s gaze shifted and rested on Li Luo, because she faintly felt: was Li Luo’s action really forced upon him by Song Yunfeng?

On the stage, Song Yunfeng stared coldly at Li Luo; the latter’s previous remark about a "Song family whelp" had indeed made him slightly angry.

However, he did not retort verbally, as it was meaningless. When he moved to act later and used his foot to press Li Luo’s face onto the stage, that would naturally be the most powerful retort.

The observer on the stage, after confirming that neither side would concede, announced the start of the match with a solemn expression.

Boom!

The moment his voice fell, crimson Resonant Power slowly rose within Song Yunfeng’s body. As the Resonant Power drifted, the shadow of a sculpture seemed to faintly flicker in and out of existence.

That was Song Yunfeng’s seventh-grade Crimson Sculpture Resonance, its Resonant Power scorching and violent.

Song Yunfeng held nothing back, displaying all eight imprints of his Resonant Power. A sense of oppression radiated from him as the source, weighing heavily on people’s minds.

On the other side, Li Luo also circulated all of his own Resonant Power, and the blue Water Resonance power spread over his entire body like water ripples.

However, in terms of the intensity of the Resonant Power, one could see the gap between him and Song Yunfeng with the naked eye.

This made people even more puzzled: with this kind of gap, how was he supposed to fight?

Amidst the many gazes, Li Luo set his palms into a stance, and the blue Resonant Power on the surface of his body rippled faintly. Everyone could see that he was executing the high-grade Resonance Art, "Nine-Fold Azure Waves."

But although the "Nine-Fold Azure Waves" would continuously increase in power if the fight dragged on, under Song Yunfeng’s absolute suppression, this likely wouldn't be of any use.

"Heh."

Sure enough, when Song Yunfeng saw this scene, he gave a cold laugh. The next instant, the crimson Resonant Power surged on his body, and his figure suddenly shot out.

A streak of red light swept across the stage; his speed was like a cannonball, carrying a scorching gale. A leg shadow, like a fire hammer, slashed down fiercely toward where Li Luo stood.

Song Yunfeng had no intention of playing around; he went all out from the start, clearly intending to trample Li Luo down with the force of a thunderbolt.

Facing Song Yunfeng’s fierce offensive, Li Luo waved his palms, and the power of his Water Resonance formed a faint water curtain, creating a defense.

Chi!

However, his defenses were as fragile as thin paper under Song Yunfeng’s crimson Resonant Power. With just a single contact, they shattered completely, and the "Nine-Fold Azure Waves," which hadn't even begun to brew, was destroyed cleanly by Song Yunfeng’s absolutely brutal strength.

A low sound echoed on the stage, and air waves rolled out. Li Luo’s figure was sent flying backward more than ten meters the moment they made contact, narrowly being shaken to the edge of the battle stage, nearly being eliminated.

Whoa!

A continuous uproar erupted all around. In this first contact, the gap in strength between the two sides was revealed. Song Yunfeng suppressed Li Luo in every aspect, and while Li Luo was proficient in many Resonance Arts, they seemed to have no great effect in the face of such overwhelming force.

Lu Qinger’s pretty face was grave; even she didn't know how to turn this situation around.

"Brother Song, go! Beat him down!" In one direction, Bei Kun, Ti Faqing, and others close to Song Yunfeng stood together, and at this moment, Bei Kun was shouting excitedly.

Ti Faqing did not speak, but she still shook her head slightly; the gap was too large, it was impossible to fight.

On the stage, Li Luo’s fist was a patch of crimson. Cool blue Resonant Power surged over, and smoke immediately rose from his fist. Feeling the scorching, stinging pain from his fist, he understood just how strong Song Yunfeng’s power was.

"This intensity..." His eyes flickered slightly.

Whoosh!

Just at this moment, a scorching sound of wind-breaking came from the front again. Song Yunfeng clearly did not intend to give Li Luo any chance to catch his breath, and a more fierce and ruthless offensive struck, like a vicious sculpture swooping down.

Li Luo looked up at the red light rapidly enlarging in his pupils. He was already at the edge of the battle stage; one slight mistake and he would be eliminated.

However, no look of panic appeared on his face. Instead, he took a deep breath, and as his Water Resonance power surged and his finger seals changed, a Resonance Art was executed.

A faint blue water curtain formed in front of him, and vaguely, it seemed like a thin mirror.

As soon as this water curtain appeared, it was immediately recognized by the crowd: "High-grade Resonance Art, Water Mirror Art?"

Lu Qinger’s eyes flickered slightly. Water Mirror Art was considered a defensive Resonance Art among Water Resonance arts, but its defensive power was not particularly outstanding. Its characteristic was the ability to reflect some of the incoming force and use it to neutralize the attack.

But if he relied only on a single Water Mirror Art, it was impossible to resolve such a fierce and ruthless attack from Song Yunfeng.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Song Yunfeng had already lunged to the front of Li Luo. Looking at the thin water curtain, a sneer flashed in his eyes. Although Li Luo was proficient in many Resonance Arts, if he thought a single Water Mirror Art could stop him, he was truly too naive.

With a thought, Song Yunfeng increased his power by another notch, and his fist shadow whistled out, as if a crimson sculpture were screeching.

However, just as he was about to hit that layer of thin water curtain, Song Yunfeng seemed to vaguely see a blurry red light refracting within the mirror-like water curtain. It seemed to be a human figure, also throwing a punch, which finally slammed into the inner and outer sides of the water curtain at the same time as his own fist.

Boom!

At that moment, a low, muffled sound rang out.

The impact of the Resonant Power kicked up dust, scattering in all directions.

Li Luo’s body shook, and he retreated two more steps, with half a foot hanging off the battle stage. But no one paid attention to that, because everyone was astonished to see that Song Yunfeng’s figure seemed to have been countered by a mysterious, immense force at this moment. He stumbled back dozens of steps in a somewhat disheveled manner before finally steadying himself.

When he raised his head, his face was full of shock.

He had actually been pushed back?!

Why was the force reflected back by Li Luo’s Water Mirror Art so strong?

The force reflected back earlier had reached nearly seventy percent of the power Song Yunfeng had put into his attack!

This was simply not a level that an ordinary Water Mirror Art could achieve!

Whoa.

As the continuous uproar and sounds of shock rose all around, Song Yunfeng’s expression was uncertain, his gaze staring fiercely at Li Luo.

Li Luo’s Water Mirror Art, damn it, had something strange about it!

(End of chapter)