Chapter 67 Thunder and Glass, Dance on the Battlefield: The Undercurrents Before the Battle
Thunder and Glass, Dance Steps on the Battlefield: The Undercurrents Before the Battle
Rest area in the Heaven Dou Grand Arena.
The stands were more boisterous than usual today, as the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies had entered its most intense phase. Thunder Academy, one of the favorites to win, was about to face the recently rising and enigmatic "Glory Team."
"Have you heard? Shi Nian, the teacher leading the Canghui Academy team, has gone missing." "Nonsense! Apparently, all that's left at the scene is scorched earth; not even a body was left. He was a Soul Saint!"
Ye Feng sat in the center of the lounge sofa, eyes closed, trying to relax. He could sense the tension in the team members around him. Huo Wu was impatiently fiddling with the stray hairs on her forehead, fire elements dancing at her fingertips, making soft crackling sounds. Shui Bing'er remained as aloof as ever, but the slight tightening of her grip on the book revealed her inner turmoil.
Zhu Zhuqing stood guard beside Ye Feng, like a hidden sentry blending into the shadows. Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, was frantically taking deep breaths.
"Ye Feng... are you really planning to let me go first?" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled slightly. She looked down at her fair palms, which were covered in sweat from nervousness. "I'm a support-type character. Even if I've practiced those strange footwork techniques, my opponent is Yu Tianxin, an elite member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family!"
Ye Feng opened his eyes, a red light flashing from the single tactical goggles. He reached out and gently tapped Ning Rongrong's forehead, just as he had done to Zhu Zhuqing the night before.
"You've already mastered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's 'Distraction Control' to the point of Three Apertures of Constant Heart, but that's far from enough." Ye Feng stood up, the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella spinning in his hand before transforming into a slender staff. "The highest level of a support-type Soul Master isn't about hiding behind your teammates to buff them, but about making it so that your opponents can't even touch the hem of your clothes. Today, you will redefine what 'support' means in front of the entire nation."
On the arena, the Thunder Academy team members were already in position. Leading them was Yu Tianxin, a tall man with faint blue scales appearing on his arms and eyes as sharp as lightning.
"Glory Team, Ye Feng, come out and face your death!" Yu Tianxin roared, his voice like rolling thunder, making the protective shield at the edge of the arena vibrate.
He had every reason to be angry. Thunder Academy was backed by the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, the pride of the three upper sects. But recently, an unknown Ye Feng, leading a group of "traitors" and "abandoned sons" from various academies, had actually maintained a perfect record in the points competition, which he considered an immense disgrace.
However, it was not Ye Feng who walked out of the passage.
Wearing an elegant long dress, with a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, and holding a radiant, seven-colored divine light tower in her hands, Ning Rongrong walked alone onto the wide competition stage.
The room fell silent, then erupted in laughter.
"Has the Glory team gone mad? Sending a support-type Soul Master to fight Yu Tianxin one-on-one?" "Isn't that the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Is Ye Feng planning to send her up as a hostage?"
Tang San, watching from the stands, frowned deeply, his gaze lingering on Ning Rongrong for a long time. As her former teammate, he knew Ning Rongrong's true strength best. Ning Rongrong was strong, but that was built on the foundation of team protection. Without a tank to protect her, she was as weak as a piece of paper.
"Ye Feng, what tricks are you playing?" Tang San muttered to himself. The pain of losing the treasure last night returned, filling his eyes with coldness as he looked at Ye Feng.
"Since Ye Feng doesn't dare to come out, then I'll send you down first!" Although Yu Tianxin was shocked, she showed no mercy.
"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"
A violent blue lightning bolt coalesced into a gigantic claw, hurtling straight at Ning Rongrong with overwhelming force. Faced with an attack capable of severely injuring a powerhouse of the same level, Ning Rongrong did not retreat as usual; a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes, a glint reminiscent of the ruthlessness Ye Feng had shown during his teaching.
"Tactical positioning - Shadow Step".
Ning Rongrong's steps shifted unpredictably, and her body slid backward at an angle that defied the laws of physics. The Thunder Dragon Claw grazed her skirt and slammed into the ground, creating a huge crater.
"What?" Yu Tianxin was taken aback.
Before he could react, Ning Rongrong had already closed in. Her movements were as light as a falling leaf, yet they carried a certain rhythm. This was a "close-quarters combat technique" that Ye Feng had tailored for Ning Rongrong, combining the combo logic of battle mages from "The King's Avatar".
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand suddenly began to spin, and her soul power no longer spread outward to provide benefits, but instead collapsed and condensed inward.
"Since we don't have spears, let's use the tower as a hammer!" Ye Feng's voice transmission from below the stage reached Ning Rongrong's ears.
"Sky Strike!"
Ning Rongrong raised her jade-like hand, and the base of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda slammed into Yu Tianxin's jaw. Yu Tianxin never expected that a support-type would dare to get close, let alone that the force of the impact would be so astonishing.
Lightning flashed everywhere, and Yu Tianxin was thrown off the ground.
The next ten minutes became the biggest nightmare of Yu Tianxin's professional career.
No matter how wide-ranging the lightning he unleashed, Ning Rongrong could always find the tiny gap in that seemingly fatal lightning net. That was the result of the grueling training Ye Feng had given Ning Rongrong using system simulations—calculating the trajectory and effective range of each soul skill.
"Falling Flower Palm!" Ning Rongrong unleashed a palm strike, her soul power surging forth. "Round Dance Staff (using the pagoda as a staff)!" The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda unleashed a dazzling arc of light, forcefully pulling Yu Tianxin down from the sky.
The audience erupted in cheers.
"Am I seeing things? When did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda become a power-attack type martial soul?" "That footwork... is that even a human capable of doing?"
Ye Feng watched all this from below the stage, a faint smile on his lips. He turned his head and looked at Tang San not far away, only to meet Tang San's almost blank gaze.
Ye Feng silently mouthed, "This is what true martial spirit application is all about."
Tang San clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He had always been proud of the combination of Tang Sect's unique skills and his martial soul, but now, Ning Rongrong's combat skills were completely detached from the traditional system of Douluo Continent; it was a crushing defeat from another dimension.
The battle ended quickly. When Ning Rongrong's final "Shattering Star" strike sent Yu Tianxin flying off the stage, the entire arena fell silent.
Ning Rongrong stood in the center, panting, her clothes soaked with sweat, outlining her increasingly mature figure. She looked towards the rest area, where Ye Feng was giving her a thumbs-up. At that moment, Ning Rongrong felt that the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the title of a genius girl, were nothing compared to this man's approval.
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