Seeing the roaring flames surge toward him, Wang Yanfeng instantly activated six soul rings—identical to Wu Feng's—and his aura surged even stronger.
With a single palm thrust, he charged straight into the inferno!
The next second, a wave of cyan energy erupted from him, colliding head-on with Wu Feng's flames and sending shockwaves rippling skyward.
Wang Yanfeng burst out from beneath the firestorm, now less than thirty meters from Wu Feng. Suddenly, he roared and slammed his fist into the empty air before him.
Crack—!
Bronze-colored light enveloped his fist. The very atmosphere seemed to shatter as a devastating shockwave hurtled toward Wu Feng's face—if it landed, she'd suffer severe internal injuries.
ROAR—!
A draconic bellow tore through the arena. Wu Feng spun sharply—her back, once bare, now armored in crimson dragon scales. A thick, muscular tail lashed out from her spine like a whip!
In an instant, it collided with the cyan shockwave.
BOOM—!
The clash between tail and shockwave unleashed a violent explosion. Sparks lit up the protective barrier, and the giant screens broadcast the image of Wu Feng's crimson tail—swinging like a steel rod!
Red Dragon Martial Soul – Dragonization.
Through consistent consumption of Infernal Delicate Apricot supplements, Wu Feng's original Red Dragon martial soul had continuously evolved. The acquisition of her ten-thousand-year Crimson Flame Mad Dragon soul spirit served as the catalyst. Harnessing its true dragon bloodline, her martial soul had fully transformed.
During her years in Shrek Academy's Inner Sect, she'd also obtained the perfect secret technique for her: Dragonization.
But as the shockwave dissipated… Wang Yanfeng didn't pause. He'd already closed the distance, his fist rocketing toward Wu Feng's chest like a meteor.
Wu Feng's pupils contracted—not just from excitement, but fury.
"You're aiming at my chest?! Pervert!" she roared, slashing out with razor-sharp dragon claws.
Mid-collision, she didn't retract her claws—instead, she locked them around Wang Yanfeng's fist. A mouthful of dragonfire gathered in her throat, then blasted directly at his face!
Wang Yanfeng reacted instantly, swinging his free fist to disperse the flames—but stray sparks still ignited his hair, filling the air with the stench of burning.
Ignoring this, he surged forward, tearing free from her claws despite the gashes on his arm. His right foot stomped ahead, amplifying his momentum as both fists descended.
Towering over Wu Feng by a full head, his bronze-glowing fists aimed straight for her skull.
Wu Feng didn't dodge. Instead, dragon horns erupted from her forehead—slamming upward!
Bang—!
A muffled explosion echoed as fire and bronze light radiated outward. Wang Yanfeng staggered back a step; Wu Feng skidded backward, nearly airborne.
Dizziness clouded Wu Feng's mind. She shook her head violently to clear it.
In the ready zone, reactions varied.
Ning Tian buried her face in her palm, speechless. Chen Junting frowned, about to speak—then sighed helplessly. "…Never mind. She's a Soul Emperor now. Xiao Feng's fighting style is set in stone."
"But it's too reckless," Ning Tian murmured, worry flickering in her eyes. "Taking hits to the head is dangerous. I recall reading historical records—during the God War ten thousand years ago, some poor soul died because he tried to block an attack with his head."
Chen Junting's eye twitched involuntarily.
Ah yes—the legendary Douluo meme: Huyan Zhen blocking the Sea God's Trident with his head.
He swiftly banished the thought. "Don't worry. Xiao Feng knows what she's doing. She's reckless, not stupid."
Huyan Zhen: Please show some respect for the dead.
Still, Wu Feng's audacious move—blocking a punch with her horns—left the audience stunned.
Once clear-headed, Wu Feng and Wang Yanfeng resumed their clash.
Fist met claw; tail clashed with arms.
Wu Feng's relentless, dual-pronged assault—claws and tail in rapid succession—overwhelmed Wang Yanfeng momentarily, forcing him on the defensive.
But after five breaths, he seized his chance.
In a flash, he grabbed her whipping tail.
Wu Feng froze, her slit pupils narrowing to needles. She felt her strength being overpowered.
"Now it's my turn!" Wang Yanfeng roared. A powerful yank sent Wu Feng spinning through the air—he hurled her downward with crushing force, then stomped toward her like a caged tiger unleashed!
His arms spread wide as his first soul ring finally ignited. His fists swelled to triple their size, glowing with blinding bronze light as they plummeted toward Wu Feng's head.
But Wu Feng's third soul ring suddenly flared purple. A high-pitched dragon's cry pierced the air.
Next second, a colossal crimson dragon head materialized—engulfing Wu Feng before detonating in a triple explosion.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!
Within a twenty-meter radius, sand and stone flew like shrapnel.
Wang Yanfeng was blasted backward, helpless against the blast.
"There's the opening!"
Wu Feng shot out of the smoke, drawing a blazing greatsword from her storage-type soul tool. With a mighty swing, she cleaved down at Wang Yanfeng!
The tide had turned!
"I'LL CUT YOU!" Scorching heat warped the air as the blade descended.
This Grade-6 close-combat soul tool mirrored Dugu Xin's spear—only shaped as a greatsword. Wrapped in Red Dragon flames, each strike spewed searing fire.
Not good!
Wang Yanfeng crossed his arms defensively.
BOOOOM—!
A vortex of flame erupted, engulfing the arena in a sea of fire.
Wang Yanfeng was sent flying again—but before he could recover, explosive wind ripped through the air above him, followed by descending fire!
He activated another soul skill. Under his rings' amplification, his palms shot upward to meet Wu Feng's blade.
Clang—!
Metallic resonance rang out as sword met palms.
Both fighters recoiled, stumbling back three steps each before stabilizing. But while Wang Yanfeng swayed, blood rushing to his face, Wu Feng stood firm—clearly in better shape.
Everyone saw it: Wu Feng had the upper hand.
Wang Yanfeng's pride burned. How could a man keep losing to a woman? It was humiliating.
He pushed off the ground, leaping skyward. His arms stretched wide as all six soul rings blazed simultaneously. Behind him, bronze light coalesced into a pair of gigantic hands—radiating crushing pressure that made the entire arena tremble.
On the main stand, Xu Tianran's eyes narrowed. "As expected. I thought they'd keep hiding it. Finally revealed. And calling themselves 'Snow Demon Sect' of Tianhun? Hmph!"
Jing Hongchen, Master of Mingde Hall, clenched his fists, venomous hatred in his eyes. The Body Sect's sneak attack on Mingde Hall had caused irreparable damage—how could he not seethe?
In the ready zone, Chen Junting's group tensed.
Secondary Awakening of the Body Martial Soul.
This was the Body Martial Soul's true power.
Wang Yanfeng was going all out!
Onstage, Wu Feng's breathing grew ragged. The bronze hands behind Wang Yanfeng pressed down on her like mountains—cracks spiderwebbing across the arena floor as if it might collapse.
Hovering midair, Wang Yanfeng mimed pressing down with both palms.
The bronze hands swelled—each now over ten meters long and five meters wide—as they descended to crush Wu Feng.
Even before impact, two palm-shaped craters formed beneath her feet.
Wang Yanfeng admitted it: this girl was formidable!
But to his surprise, the Wu Feng who loved brute-force clashes suddenly dodged. She activated a soul tool—a brilliant golden barrier erupting around her.
A sly smile curled her lips.
Grade-6 Invincible Barrier—more than enough to withstand this.
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