Chapter 63 Truth Lies Within Range, and the "Fire Tango" of the Night
Rest area in the Heaven Dou Grand Arena.
The draw results for the second round of the qualifiers are out. The entire rest area erupted in excitement. Some were happy, some were sad.
The onlookers were delighted, for they witnessed an impending conflict. Shrek Academy was worried, or more accurately, Ning Rongrong.
"I won't wear it! I'd rather die than wear it!" In the Shrek Academy's rest room, Ning Rongrong slammed the shit-green mask to the ground, her eyes red-rimmed. "I could forgive her for the first match, but why do I have to wear this for every match from now on?" "I'm the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Not a billboard advertising pickled cabbage!" Looking at herself in the mirror, dressed in a forgiving green outfit with "Hiring" printed on her chest, she felt nauseous. Especially compared to Ye Feng's team's black and gold special forces uniforms from yesterday, the contrast was almost unbearable.
"Rongrong! Don't be stubborn!" Flander said sternly, picking up the mask. "This is for the academy's funding! Without money, how can we provide you with a simulated training environment?"
"I have money! My family has plenty of money!" Ning Rongrong shouted. "Can't I just sponsor the academy? Let me change out of these clothes!"
"Nonsense!" Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, who had been silent all along, slammed his hand on the table. His stiff face was filled with anger at her lack of resolve. "Ning Rongrong, you are insulting the dignity of Soul Masters with money!" "I designed this team uniform not just for advertising fees, but also to hone your character!" "If you waver because of the opinions of outsiders, how will you face life and death on the battlefield in the future?" "Look at Xiao San! He never complains! That's the difference in their levels!"
Tang San sat to the side, feeling uncomfortable with the clothes, but to uphold his teacher's authority, he had to bite the bullet and step forward to be the "good guy." "Rongrong, Teacher is right. Appearance is just a shell; strength is what matters. As long as we win, these clothes will be a symbol of honor."
"Honor?" Ning Rongrong sneered, looking at Tang San. "Being stared at like a monkey, you call that honor?" "Tang San, that's blind filial piety! You treat your teacher's words as sacred decrees, but I'm not his puppet!"
After saying that, Ning Rongrong pushed away the comforting sausage Oscar offered and slammed the door shut as she left. "Rongrong!" Oscar tried to chase after her, but the master stopped him. "Let her go! This spoiled brat's temper needs to be cured! Without teamwork, even the most talented person is useless!"
Outside the door, Ning Rongrong leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face. Through the corridor window, she saw Ye Feng's team in the distance. They were gathered together, chatting and laughing. Ye Feng sat in the middle, adjusting Zhu Zhuqing's arm guards, his expression focused and natural. That relaxed, confident, and sophisticated atmosphere contrasted sharply with the oppressive and unsophisticated atmosphere on Shrek Academy's side.
"Is this... a choice?" Ning Rongrong's faith in "Shrek" began to crumble.
On the arena. Today's main event—Glory Team vs. Elephant Armor Sect Team.
The Elephant Armor Sect, one of the four lower sects, is known as the strongest defensive sect on the continent. The seven members stepped onto the stage, resembling seven moving mountains. Especially their captain, Hu Yanli, who stood over two and a half meters tall, his body covered in a hardened layer of fat, causing the stage to tremble with every step he took.
In the VIP section, Platinum Bishop Salas smirked. "Ye Feng's Thousand Chance Umbrella may have a high rate of fire, but it's a light weapon." "Against the thick-skinned Diamond Mammoth, bullets of that level wouldn't even scratch its skin." "In this round, I'll expose his true colors."
In the Shrek Academy spectator area, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang took out his notebook and began explaining to Tang San. "Little San, watch closely." "Ye Feng's weakness lies here. His attacks rely too much on 'quantity' rather than 'quality.'" "The Elephant Armor Sect's defense is almost invincible at the same level. Unless it's a Soul Master like Dai Mubai with a top-tier offensive Martial Soul, who can use your control to find their weakness, they simply can't break through." "Ye Feng's flashy shooting style is like tickling an elephant in the face of absolute defense."
On the stage, Hu Yanli looked at the skinny boy opposite him holding an umbrella and sneered in a gruff voice, "Kid, I heard your spinning pipe is pretty powerful?" "Come on, hit me in the stomach. If I take even half a step back, I'm your grandson!" "Brothers, activate your Martial Souls! Diamond Transformation!"
Boom! Seven disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect simultaneously possessed their martial spirits. Their already exaggerated physiques swelled even further, and their skin transformed into a shiny black diamond-like keratin layer. Standing in a row, the seven of them resembled a wall of despairing sighs.
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly as he watched this scene. He turned to his teammates behind him and said, "Girls, step back a bit. Leave the dirty and tiring work to me."
Shui Bing'er was a little worried: "Captain, their defenses are really strong. I'm afraid my ice won't be able to freeze them." "Who said I was going to freeze them?" Ye Feng's Thousand Manifestations Umbrella transformed again. This time, it wasn't a machine gun. The umbrella ribs folded back, and the canopy narrowed into a thick cannon barrel, the originally black metal gleaming with a crimson, high-temperature luster. That dark, gaping muzzle was as big as an adult's head.
Thousand Chance Umbrella - Gunner Form - Hand Cannon.
"Huyanli, right?" Ye Feng hoisted the massive hand cannon onto his shoulder, tilting his head to look at the wall of flesh. "Remember this rule for your next reincarnation: Don't form ranks in front of artillery." "Because that's called—dense target practice."
The starting whistle had just blown. Huyanli roared, "Advance! Crush them!" The seven mountains of flesh began to move with a rumble.
Ye Feng didn't move. He simply pulled the trigger. "Gunner Skill - Anti-Tank Cannon!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Three shells arranged in a triangular pattern roared out. But these were no ordinary shells; they were armor-piercing high-explosive shells infused with Ye Feng's compressed soul power.
The first shell struck Huyan Li precisely in the chest. "Hmph! Useless!" Huyan Li confidently braced himself. However... Bang! The immense impact brought him to an abrupt halt, and cracks appeared in the diamond-like keratin layer of his chest! The second shell followed immediately, hitting the same spot. Crack! The defense shattered! Huyan Li's expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The third shell followed closely, penetrating the crack and then...exploding deep within his muscle!
"Ah—!!!" Hu Yanli let out a bloodcurdling scream as he was blown away like a rag doll, his chest charred black, his massive body crashing down on the two team members behind him.
The entire arena erupted in uproar. The master dropped his pen, his face a mask of disbelief. "Impossible...this is impossible..." "How can it possess such penetrating power? What kind of soul skill is this?" "Even a level 50 Soul King couldn't break through the Diamond Mammoth's defenses in a single strike!"
However, Ye Feng's performance had only just begun. "It's not over yet," Ye Feng said, looking at the remaining chaotic Elephant Armor Sect disciples. The Thousand Chance Umbrella recharged. This time, the light gathered at the muzzle was no longer fiery red, but a dazzling bright white laser.
"Gunner Skill: Laser Cannon!"
Zzzzt! A thick beam of white laser light swept across the entire arena. The laser had no physical form, yet it possessed terrifying heat and cutting power. It instantly pierced through the bodies of the remaining four Elephant Armor Sect disciples, like a hot knife through butter. Their so-called "diamond defense" was utterly meaningless against this concentrated laser beam.
Before the four burly men could even scream, they were slid off the stage by the enormous recoil, their calluses melting away to reveal their burned skin underneath.
At this moment, only two terrified substitute players remained on the stage. Staring at the boy carrying the smoking hand cannon, their legs went weak, and a sudden heat rose in their crotches, causing them to urinate.
Ye Feng blew away the smoke from the cannon muzzle. He glanced at Salas, whose face was ashen in the VIP seats, then at the dumbfounded master. He gave a thumbs-up, then slowly lowered it. "Defense?" "In the face of absolute firepower, all beings are equal."
The game ended even faster than the first one. The Shrek rest area was deathly silent.
Tang San watched Ye Feng's departing figure, his apprehension turning into terror. If it were a machine gun, he could use Ghost Shadow Steps to dodge. But if it were a laser cannon like the one just now, or an anti-tank cannon that could even blast through diamond defenses… his Blue Silver Grass was simply a joke.
"Teacher..." Tang San's voice was hoarse, "If it were my hidden weapon..." "The Zhuge Crossbow... couldn't break through the defense."
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, picked up the pen from the ground, and forcibly resumed his inscrutable demeanor. "Xiao San, don't underestimate yourself." "Ye Feng's fighting style, while incredibly powerful, also has obvious drawbacks." "First, he can't move while charging up." "Second, most of his attacks are in a straight line; with proper prediction, they're not difficult to dodge." "The Elephant Armor Sect lost because they were too stupid, actually standing there like sitting ducks." "If it were you, with Ghost Shadow Steps and Purple Demon Eye, you could easily get close before he fires and finish him off with the Eight Spider Lances."
The more the master spoke, the more convinced he became of his point, finally concluding, "He went to extremes. He excessively pursued power, abandoning agility. In a true duel between soul masters, this is a path to death."
Listening to his teacher's analysis, Tang San, though his reason told him that Ye Feng was not so simple, forced himself to believe it for the sake of his sense of security. "That's right... as long as I get close, as long as I don't give him a chance to fire..." "My Tang Clan's ultimate technique is still invincible."
Late at night, in the private training ground of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy (where Ye Feng's team was staying). Moonlight, like water, spilled onto the empty arena.
Ye Feng had just finished showering and was wearing a loose training vest, preparing to go back to rest. A fiery red figure blocked his way.
"She's here?" Ye Feng looked at Huo Wu in front of him. She had changed out of her team uniform and was wearing a tight-fitting red leather armor that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her long hair was tied up high, and her eyes revealed a wildness.
"You said that if I beat you, you would listen to me." Huo Wu conjured a ball of flame in her hand, a provocative smile playing on her lips. "Seeing how imposing you were on stage during the day, I'm burning up all over now and want to vent my frustration."
"Relieving tension?" Ye Feng tossed the towel aside, cracked his neck, and said, "You can't just use that word." "But since you want to play, I'll play close combat with you." "The Thousand Chance Umbrella, I don't need it."
"Arrogant!" Huo Wu roared in fury. As a control-and-attack type Soul Master, her close-combat abilities were unmatched at Blazing Academy. How dare Ye Feng fight her bare-handed? "Fire Dance Shining Sun!" She went all out from the start. A huge fireball condensed in her palm, and she charged towards Ye Feng like a cheetah.
Ye Feng didn't retreat. Just as Huo Wu rushed in front of him, he shifted his stance. "Battle Mage Skill - Falling Flower Palm!" Although he didn't have a spear, Ye Feng's palm technique was still fierce. He dodged the fireball to the side and struck Huo Wu's lower abdomen with his palm (avoiding a vital spot, but the position was extremely ambiguous).
Bang! Huo Wu felt a tremendous force pushing her forward, and her body involuntarily spun and flew out. But she reacted extremely quickly, twisting her waist in mid-air to forcefully stabilize herself, and her long, slender legs, wreathed in flames, swept across Ye Feng's neck.
"Nice legs," Ye Feng exclaimed, raising his hand to block. Snap! His arm collided with her calf. Ye Feng seized the opportunity, grabbing her ankle. "Get down!" With a sudden pull, Huo Wu lost her balance and fell into Ye Feng's arms.
"Let go!" Huo Wu shouted angrily, placing her hands on Ye Feng's chest, flames erupting from her palms. "Resist Fire Ring!" Boom! The two were thrown back.
This only fueled Huo Wu's competitive spirit. Like an enraged lioness, she attacked relentlessly. Punches, kicks, knees, elbows—each strike carried deadly heat. Ye Feng, however, seemed to be dancing. He weaved through the flames, precisely deflecting her attacks each time, and... even gaining a slight advantage. A touch on her waist, a pat on her buttocks, or a quick breath on her face.
Ten minutes later. Huo Wu was panting heavily, her soul power exhausted, and sweat soaked her leather armor, which clung tightly to her body, making her extremely alluring. Ye Feng seized the opportunity and executed a *back throw* (a judo skill). However, he didn't throw her to the ground, but instead pinned her against a pillar beside the ring.
Thump. A muffled sound. Huo Wu's back slammed against the pillar, her hands tightly gripped above her head by Ye Feng. Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Ye Feng's leg forcefully squeezed between her legs, pinning her firmly to the pillar.
"Are you convinced?" Ye Feng looked down at Huo Wu, whose face was flushed and whose chest was heaving violently. Their noses were only a centimeter apart. The smell of sweat mixed with her body fragrance fermented in the night into an extremely dangerous aura.
"No... I refuse to accept this..." Huo Wu gritted her teeth, her eyes defiant, but her body trembled slightly from the intense friction and the intimate contact. She felt the unshakeable power emanating from Ye Feng, as well as the masculine aura that made her legs weak. This feeling of being completely suppressed actually gave her a strange... pleasure.
"Stubborn," Ye Feng chuckled. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely. It wasn't a gentle test, but a domineering plunder. Huo Wu's eyes widened, instinctively wanting to resist, wanting to bite him. But Ye Feng's fingers gently pinched her sensitive waist. "Mmm..." Huo Wu's whole body went limp, all resistance vanished instantly, and her hands involuntarily wrapped around Ye Feng's neck, clumsily but passionately responding.
After a long while, their lips parted, leaving a trail of saliva between them. Huo Wu, her eyes glazed, leaned against Ye Feng, looking nothing like the "fiery goddess" she once was; she was practically a tamed little wildcat.
"From now on, I'm the captain." Ye Feng pinched her chin, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "In bed, and offstage. Understand?"
Huo Wu was panting, her face as red as a ripe apple. She didn't speak, but buried her face in Ye Feng's neck and bit him hard. "Bastard..." This curse was seven parts shyness and three parts submission.
Just as the two were flirting, a pair of eyes were fixed intently on the scene from the shadows of the woods outside the training ground. It was Feng Xiaotian, the captain of Shenfeng Academy, the man who had been pursuing Huo Wu for many years.
He had been holding a bouquet of flowers, a gift he intended to give to Huo Wu to celebrate her joining Ye Feng's team (though he actually wanted to use it as an opportunity to confess his feelings). Now, he had crushed the flowers to pieces. The petals scattered on the ground, like his broken heart.
He saw Huo Wu's submissiveness in Ye Feng's arms, saw that deep kiss, saw a side of Huo Wu she had never shown him before, a side of her that made her appear more like a vulnerable woman. "Ye... Feng..." Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth until they bled. "You stole my goddess..." "In the next match, I will kill you! I will duel you!"
Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor, Ning Rongrong stood quietly. She had originally intended to ask Ye Feng for tactical advice, but unexpectedly stumbled upon this scene. Watching the intense and hormonal interaction between Ye Feng and Huo Wu, Ning Rongrong felt not jealousy, but rather envy. "Is this...the love between strong people?" She thought of Oscar, who had always been obedient and subservient to her. "Oscar...you're very good. But..." "What I, Ning Rongrong, want isn't an obedient dog, but a wolf that can conquer me."
Ning Rongrong turned and left. This time, her steps were firm. She had to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger would she be worthy to stand beside that man, even if only as a teammate.
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