Chapter 17 Two Against Many! A Bold Gamble for Ning Tian
Standing on the podium, looking at the tense atmosphere in the classroom, Mu Jin's gentle smile deepened.
As a teacher, she should have stopped this seemingly absurd "two against the whole class," but as a Soul Master who also admires strength, she was actually more curious than anyone else.
What gives Dai Huabin the right?
Based on his level 33 soul power? Or based on his and Zhu Lu's Martial Soul Fusion Skill?
You have to understand, Ning Tian is a Soul Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, plus Wu Feng, the Red Dragon, and Nanmen Yun'er, a skilled agility attacker—not to mention more than twenty classmates waiting to pick up the scraps.
Even a Soul Elder has limited soul power. Doesn't this kid understand the principle that many ants can kill an elephant?
"Since everyone is so interested,"
Mu Jin clapped her hands, a sly glint flashing in her ever-smiling eyes.
"Then we'll move this class to Arena Number One. After all, only a class monitor who has earned their reputation through fighting can command respect, right?"
The whole class instantly erupted in excitement. The boys were yelling and packing their things, and some were even rubbing their hands together, ready to teach this arrogant transfer student a lesson later.
In the crowd, Wang Dong'er pursed her lips, stood still with her arms crossed, and her long pinkish-blue hair was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.
"Dong'er, Ya Jie, are you two going?" Xiao Xiao asked softly from the side.
"Go ahead, why not? Watching a play is so much fun."
Wang Dong'er snorted and looked at Dai Huabin, who was slowly adjusting his cuffs.
"However, I would never stoop to ganging up on him with that group. Twenty-odd people against two people—if word got out, it would be embarrassing for Class 9."
Dai Huabin, who was about to leave, twitched his ears, paused, and turned to look at Wang Dong'er, his heterochromatic eyes filled with a hint of mockery:
"Then thank you very much, Dong'er, for going easy on me."
"Who...who needs your thanks!"
Wang Dong'er's cheeks puffed out slightly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"I'm afraid you'll lose too badly and then blame it on me! If we're going to fight, I'll fight you fair and square one-on-one!"
"Okay, okay, you're right."
Dai Huabin nodded perfunctorily, his tone like that of someone coaxing a sulking child, which made Wang Dong'er so angry that she almost pulled out her Clear Sky Hammer to smash him on the spot.
Cui Yajie covered her mouth and chuckled, her fox-like eyes curving into crescents:
"Oh my, class monitor is really confident. But if you lose, you'll have to pay for tonight's expenses."
"Then you'll have to treat us tonight..."
Dai Huabin chuckled, took Zhu Lu's hand, and strode out of the classroom.
Zhu Lu followed behind him, her cold face expressionless, but she tightened her grip on Dai Huabin's hand.
The warmth from her palm seemed to activate the soul power within her body.
As long as she was with him, she was fearless—even when facing a thousand troops.
...
Arena Number One.
The morning sunlight streamed through the huge dome onto the arena, illuminating the battle-ready space.
Since it was the beginning of the semester, the arena was empty except for a large group of students from Class 9 who poured in.
The commotion was quite loud, and it was spotted by Du Weilun, the freshman academic director who happened to be passing by on patrol.
"What's that Mu Jin up to? Demolishing the Soul Arena on the very first day?"
Du Weilun pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowing slightly, but his feet betrayed him as he followed along.
On the arena.
The two groups had already taken their positions.
There were only two people on the left.
Dai Huabin, dressed in a white school uniform, stood with his hands behind his back, his blond hair fluttering slightly in the wind.
Zhu Lu stood half a step to his side, her body slightly bowed, like an arrow ready to be released.
To the right, there was a dense formation.
Ning Tian, who was at the head, had a solemn expression and held a dazzling Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hands.
Beside her, Wu Feng's red hair burned like flames, and her dragon eyes blazed with fury.
On the other side, Nanmen Yun'er's hands had transformed into emerald-green blades, and her eyes were sharp.
Behind them stood more than twenty trainees.
There were two-ring Great Soul Masters and one-ring Spirit Masters. Although their abilities varied, the sheer number of them, along with the chaotic fluctuations of their soul power, was enough to make one's heart tremble.
"Dai Huabin, it's not too late to regret it now."
Ning Tian took a deep breath, her voice clear and steady.
"If you take back what you just said and admit that we also have strength, we can compete fairly for the class monitor position."
"Regret?"
Dai Huabin seemed to have heard a joke, a playful smile curving his lips.
"Ning Tian, remember our bet. If you lose, your people and your tower will all listen to me."
"Arrogant!"
Wu Feng could no longer hold back. With a roar, her school uniform tore apart, and dark red dragon scales rapidly covered her entire body. Two yellow spirit rings instantly rose beneath her feet.
"Young Master, stop wasting time talking to him! Everyone, attack together and cripple him!"
A great battle was about to erupt.
Dai Huabin tilted his head slightly and whispered in Zhu Lu's ear, his voice audible only to her:
"Lulu, leave the three leaders to me. You handle the rest."
"Understood." Zhu Lu's reply was concise and firm. "If it becomes impossible..."
"Then let them see what true despair is." A cold glint flashed in Dai Huabin's eyes. "If they can't hold on, I'll give you the signal—merge immediately."
"Alright!"
Before the words even settled—
Dai Huabin moved.
"White Tiger, possess me!"
A deafening tiger roar exploded across the entire Soul Arena.
A dazzling white light erupted from his body. His blond hair spread wildly, muscles bulged, his frame grew taller, and the "king" marking on his forehead radiated domineering pressure.
Two yellow and one purple spirit rings rose beneath his feet—perfectly configured.
The terrifying aura of a top-tier beast Spirit made many one-ring students pale and subconsciously step back.
Is this… the pressure of a Soul Elder?
"Don't panic! We have numbers!"
Wu Feng roared and charged forward first.
"First Spirit Skill: Dragon Fire!"
A blazing red flame engulfed her fist, distorting the air with heat as she punched straight toward Dai Huabin.
At the same time, Ning Tian's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brilliantly.
"The Seven Treasures have names: First, Strength! Second, Speed! Third, Soul!"
Three streams of colored light shot out, accurately landing on Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er.
With the amplification, Wu Feng's aura surged explosively—her flames deepened in color, and her speed increased so much she left afterimages behind.
On the other side, Nanmen Yun'er also attacked.
"First Spirit Skill: Jade Blade!"
Her arms transformed into sharp emerald blades, slicing toward Dai Huabin's waist like green lightning.
Behind them, the remaining twenty-plus students also unleashed their attacks.
Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades—
A dense barrage of Spirit Skills flooded toward Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu like a storm.
The entire arena was instantly engulfed in a dazzling explosion of colors.
[end of the chapter]