Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised by Yun Ming's arrogance, but Chen Xin was unfazed; having felt the peerless sharpness radiating from Yun Ming before, he found this display entirely expected.
The geniuses from the two academies, who had initially been intimidated by Yun Ming, were now burning with rage after hearing such wild remarks.
A hot-tempered masked man from Godwind Academy, watching the calm and composed Yun Ming on the stage, could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.
"Since this brat said so himself, let's satisfy him."
"Make him pay the price for his words and actions!"
"Brothers! Charge!"
As he spoke, he activated his Martial Soul Avatar, sprouted wings on his back, unsheathed his sharp claws, and led the charge toward Yun Ming. With someone taking the lead, and neither Feng Xiaotian nor Yu Tianheng stepping in to stop them, the three lightly injured members of Godwind Academy and Osler from the Royal Fight Team also activated their Martial Soul Avatars, attempting to satisfy Yun Ming's wish by ganging up on him.
Watching the Shenfeng Birdman Quartet and the little leopard flying toward him, Yun Ming flicked his Phoenix Cry Ring, and a Wooden Practice Spear appeared in his hand. He spun the spear with a casual flourish, pointed the tip toward the ground, and waited at his ease.
The first to attack was the hot-tempered man leading the charge. As his First Soul Ring flashed, he swung both claws, sending two sharp Wind Blades whistling through the air toward Yun Ming.
Seeing this, Yun Ming shifted his feet to dodge the blades, but the attack from another Godwind student behind him had already arrived. The student's mouth had transformed into a bird's beak, which glinted with a cold light as he dove toward Yun Ming like a streak of cyan light.
Hearing the wind behind him, Yun Ming turned and thrust his spear upward. An inch longer, an inch stronger; Yun Ming's spear struck first, catching the opponent in the chest.
Struck in the chest, the opponent lost his balance, and Yun Ming quickly followed up with a direct thrust toward his heart.
"Bang!"
The man took a heavy blow to the heart, his internal energy failed him, and he fainted on the spot.
After knocking one down, Yun Ming gripped the end of the spear, pulled back with force, and swung it in a wide arc, using Sweep Across the Army to lash out at the face of a birdman attempting a sneak attack.
"Smack!"
The sound was so crisp that the onlookers clearly understood: that was a solid hit to the head!
Even the spectators felt the pain just watching it. The victim was lucky; he was knocked over and lost consciousness before he could even feel the sting.
True (moved) three, five (opponents) divided (eliminated) by two.
The remaining members of the Royal Fight Team, Dugu Yan and the Shi Family Brothers, felt fortunate that they hadn't joined in; looking at Yun Ming, they realized they would have only been beaten up if they had!
The remaining three, including Osler, gasped in shock as they watched two of their brothers go down the moment the fight started. Was this kid really that fierce? He was literally taking them out one by one!
The three were so intimidated they didn't know how to attack. They could only circle around Yun Ming, constantly shifting positions in an attempt to find a flaw, but it was useless. After finishing off the others, Yun Ming just stood there holding his spear, not even adopting a defensive stance, appearing to be full of openings. Yet, after those two strikes, they dared to bet their lives that those openings were all traps!
After observing for a long while and exchanging glances, they decided to rush him all at once.
The hot-tempered masked man and his Godwind teammate took the front, one behind the other, their soul rings flashing as they charged toward Yun Ming.
"Refining Air Bullet!"
"Divine Eagle Claw!"
The unnamed Godwind member exhausted his Soul Power, firing nine air cannons in a row while charging forward, attempting to seal off all of Yun Ming's escape routes. Meanwhile, the hot-tempered masked man dove down, his eagle claws glowing with dark cyan Soul Power as he slashed at Yun Ming's back.
Facing air bullets blocking his path in front and sharp claws cutting off his retreat behind, Yun Ming's expression remained unchanged. He thrust his spear forward, dancing the weapon so that one spear became nine shadows, forcibly shattering the incoming air bullets.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
However, Yun Ming's thrusts were so fast that before the air bullets could explode, he had already retracted his wooden spear, leaving the residual force of the explosions to miss the weapon entirely.
Watching from the sidelines, Chen Xin saw such stunning spear technique and his eyes lit up with brilliance as he sincerely praised, "Good spear!"
Yet, Yun Ming's attack was not over. After piercing through the air bullets, Yun Ming stepped forward, planted his spear, and reached out with his other hand to grab the Godwind member who had fired the 'cannons'. The man hadn't even recovered from the shock of Yun Ming's simple counter, and he found himself gripped by the back of his neck by Yun Ming.
Seeing the situation turn dire, Osler channeled his Soul Power, transforming into a black leopard shadow, and lunged at Yun Ming in an attempt to intervene.
But Yun Ming ignored Osler. Using the momentum of the person in his hand and a bit of leverage, he slightly shifted his angle and tossed the man like a human projectile toward the masked man.
Seeing his teammate thrown at him, the masked man hurriedly canceled his soul skill to catch him. But the moment he made contact, he felt the immense force coming from his teammate—Yun Ming had added a little extra push, fearing the masked man might think his teammate wasn't being 'enthusiastic' enough.
The two were carried away by the massive force, rolling off the Soul Fight Stage, where they were caught by a teacher from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
After tossing the man away, Yun Ming adjusted his angle, pushed off the ground, and closed the distance, slamming into Osler's chest with an Iron Mountain Lean.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Yun Ming remained unaffected, while Osler felt a sharp pain in his chest followed by total numbness, flying off the stage and landing in an empty section of the stands.
Yun Ming hadn't spent all those years training his blood, energy, and physique for nothing; his strength was even greater than that of the Strength Clan members of the same rank.
The crowd below watched Yun Ming's efficient, concise, and artistic combat style, completely stunned.
"How is this possible!"
Yu Tianheng let out an exclamation. Yun Ming was so much younger than him, yet so much stronger—his composure was about to shatter!
Feng Xiaotian stared at Yun Ming, his eyes wide as copper bells, his mouth agape, unable to say a word. He felt that even if he used his Martial Soul, it would be difficult to defeat the five Soul Masters who had just attacked together. Since four of them were his own teammates, he knew exactly how strong they were.
Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue, the master and disciple, had eyes glowing with interest.
The Sect Master Ning felt he had found a cornerstone for his sect. The boy was young—too young to even be called a youth—and already had connections with Dugu Bo; if he could be brought into the fold, it would be a massive profit. Ning Fengzhi looked at Yun Ming's features and felt even more satisfied; he was handsome and had the bearing he himself had in his youth. If he could be taken as a son-in-law, wouldn't that be wonderful!
Qian Renxue had similar thoughts to her teacher. However, the difference was that Yun Ming was the man of her Junior Sister Ya Li, which meant he was part of their Elder Hall, right? And by extension, he was her person! Now she had gained another capable subordinate, and she would surely be able to go much further in her grand cause of 'Mother, Love Me Once More'.
Yun Ming did not know that two more people were eyeing him; his attention was now entirely on the heavily injured man before him.
Looking at Feng Xiaotian, who was walking toward him with unsteady steps, Yun Ming asked.
"Do you want to fight me too?"
Feng Xiaotian gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"I couldn't beat you when I was at my peak, and I certainly can't now."
"I just wanted to ask you a question."
Yun Ming said calmly.
"Go ahead."
Feng Xiaotian stared intently at Yun Ming and asked in a serious tone.
"If it had been you who had to take my Thirty-Fifth Slash just now, what would you have done?"
Yun Ming replied with a smile.
"If I wanted to, I could have used raw power to suppress you, or used technique to disrupt your momentum, or simply made it so you couldn't land the slash on me at all."
Feng Xiaotian really wanted to retort, but looking at the confident Yun Ming and recalling his performance in the fight just moments ago, he couldn't bring himself to doubt him.
Before Feng Xiaotian could speak, Yun Ming continued.
"Defeating an opponent isn't that complicated. The right timing, the right striking point, and the right amount of force—one hit is enough. It isn't always about who has the most power."
"Just like me a moment ago."
"Your Martial Soul might not be as strong as the top-tier ones in terms of raw power, but it is second to none when it comes to practicality."
"The balance of speed, strength, defense, and elemental attributes gives you the potential to become an all-around Battle Soul Master. As long as you unlock the potential of your Martial Soul and hone your combat techniques and instincts, you won't be inferior to anyone who possesses a top-tier Martial Soul. On the contrary, you might end up having fewer weaknesses than any of them."
Yun Ming concluded.
"This is the fighting style that suits you!"
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