svetikya Chapter 26 I want to fight one
Chapter 26 I want to fight one
Chapter 26 I'm Going to Fight Thirty
The atmosphere in Arena One of the Soul Fighting Zone is currently at its most intense.
The team battles for the fourth-year assessment of the outer academy were in full swing, with the light and shadow of colliding soul skills and the whooshing sounds filling the air.
"The winner of this round's 3v3 is Tang Ya's team! They advance to the semifinals!"
The referee's loud voice echoed throughout the stadium, and whispers immediately broke out in the stands.
"Her Blue Silver Grass is far too powerful, her control is impeccable—her fourth spirit ring is still the Blue Silver Cage, could it be that the legend of the Thousand-Handed Asura is truly about to be repeated?"
"Don't forget her surname is Tang. Could she really be a descendant of that person? But the Tang Clan has long since—"
"I heard that back then, their entire family was wiped out overnight—"
The murmurs drifted over, reaching Tang Ya's ears. Her expression remained calm, but her gaze grew increasingly resolute.
These words did not shake her resolve; on the contrary, they made her belief in winning the final even stronger.
After successfully absorbing the soul ring of the seven-thousand-year-old cave spider, Tang Ya's strength increased by leaps and bounds, winning all the way and directly entering the semi-finals of the assessment.
But Tang Ya's eyes still burned with a fierce fire, and she wanted to continue fighting to achieve a higher position, which was the only way for her to revitalize the Tang Clan.
On the other side, in Class 9, Teacher Mu Jin was standing in front of the podium, holding a group list for the first-year students' assessment.
"Next, I will group you into groups based on your usual level of teamwork, the characteristics of your martial souls, and the combination of your soul skills, trying to find the best combination."
She glanced at the entire class and continued, "Group one: Lin Feng, Ning Tian, Wu Feng. Group two—. Now, everyone stand up and assemble in the combat zone. Today's lesson is practical simulation."
After saying that, Mu Jin deliberately kept Lin Ningwu and the other two behind to give them instructions.
"Don't worry, teacher," Ning Tian said confidently, "with Lin Feng, a Soul Master, here, the freshman assessment champion will definitely be us."
Mu Jin nodded, but her tone became more serious: "Remember, even a lion needs to go all out to hunt a rabbit. Never underestimate your opponent during the assessment."
Wu Feng joked from the side, "I also suggest that Lin Feng take on three opponents at once, while Ning Tian and I just sit on the sidelines and eat sunflower seeds."
"Three is too few, I'm going to fight thirty, that's settled."
"Okay, okay, you're really something else to be praised like this."
"I agree to Lin Feng's request. I want to see the limits of his Soul Master level."
"Thank you for your understanding, teacher."
The students of Class 9 quickly assembled in the Soul Fighting Zone.
The Battle Zone is the main arena for practical combat within Shrek Academy, where both private duels and formal assessment competitions take place.
The venue is spacious, with observation seats around the perimeter, and the ground is paved with a special material that can withstand the impact of most soul skills.
By this time, the audience below the stage was already bustling with people. The students of Class 9 gathered in twos and threes, discussing tactics intensely, sometimes demonstrating moves, sometimes arguing, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety before the battle.
The only exception was Raymond Lam's corner, where the relaxed atmosphere seemed somewhat out of place.
At this moment, the referee hesitated, walked to Ms. Mujin's side, and whispered, "Ms. Mujin, with so many students participating in your class—even a seven-on-seven team battle might not be enough time, right?"
Mu Jin smiled slightly, her expression calm: "It's alright, we'll only have six matches. One match will be one against thirty, conducted by Dean Yan's personal disciple, Lin Feng. The remaining five matches will be three against three as usual. Here is the list."
The referee was visibly taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously repeated, "How much? Thirty per team?"
Upon hearing Yan Shaozhe's name, he quickly recalled Lin Feng's information, but was then replaced by new concerns.
Although he has a special identity and his strength far surpasses that of his peers, this is still far too arrogant.
Although he wasn't familiar with the specific strength of Class Nine, there were undoubtedly quite a few Great Soul Masters among them. Ten Great Soul Masters attacking one Soul Venerable was a foregone conclusion. Not to mention thirty of them attacking together; even senior Soul Master students would probably find it difficult to escape unscathed.
"Isn't this arrangement too risky?" The referee frowned and lowered his voice. "If something goes wrong, I can't afford the responsibility."
Mu Jin's expression remained unchanged, but her tone was calm and firm: "If there is any responsibility, I will take it. Dean Yan revealed his identity early on precisely so that his peers could constantly hone him. Today is the beginning."
The referee was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, took the match list, and turned to walk onto the podium.
He cleared his throat, and his voice, amplified by the soul-guided speaker, resounded throughout the arena: "The schedule for the Class 9 competition is as follows: five three-on-three matches, and ————"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the instantly silent crowd below the stage, and said, word by word, "A one-on-thirty competition. Lin Feng will face thirty of his classmates alone."
The moment the words left his mouth, the Soul Arena fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, an uproar broke out.
In Class 9's line, several boys who had already advanced to the rank of Great Soul Master exchanged glances, and the corners of their mouths curled up in unison with a malicious smile.
"The first match is a one-on-thirty showdown between Lin Feng."
The referee raised his right hand, his voice suddenly rising: "Now—begin!"
At the referee's command, the ten three-person teams, who had been waiting impatiently, quickly spread out in a semi-circle, subtly surrounding Lin Feng in the center.
They didn't pay much attention to positioning or coordination. With thirty against one, including twelve Great Soul Masters, the sheer number of opponents made them feel that no tactics were necessary.
"Hurry up, all of you come at me at once." Lin Feng stood in the middle of the arena, not even bothering to assume a fighting stance, and simply beckoned to them with his finger. "I need to get some food after this."
"Eat?" The tall, burly Soul Master leading the group laughed angrily, his soul power surging. "I'll make sure you can't get up for three days straight! Let's see if you're still so arrogant then!"
"You talk too much nonsense."
"court death!"
The tall and burly Soul Master roared, two yellow Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet, and charged forward like a raging bull, delivering a powerful punch to Lin Feng's face.
However, Lin Feng simply turned slightly to the side to avoid the punch, and then threw a seemingly casual right punch.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of bones grinding together.
The tall, powerful Soul Master's forward momentum suddenly froze, and then he flew backward at an even faster speed, crashing hard into the protective light barrier several meters away. He slid down softly and had already passed out.
The audience fell into a deathly silence for a moment, then erupted in incredulous gasps.
"One punch?! Not even soul power?!"
The referee was stunned. He could see clearly that Lin Feng had not released a single trace of soul power fluctuation from beginning to end. He relied purely on his physical strength to knock out the fighting ability of a Great Soul Master who had activated his soul skill with a single punch.
"Attack together!"
The three closest Soul Masters were both shocked and furious. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously activated their Soul Rings.
One person's arms turned a rocky gray-white, another's fingertips flicked out sharp claws, and yet another's speed increased dramatically as they swept in from the flank.
This time, Lin Feng didn't even bother to dodge. Without moving a step, he simply threw three punches with both hands.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three muffled thuds, almost in succession.
The three landed, struggled for a moment, but none of them could stand up again.
There was still no fluctuation of soul power; it was still just pure physical strength, and no soul skills were used at all.
"This—how is this possible?!" The remaining people finally began to panic, their confidence and sneers replaced by horror.
"Hurry up, or the cafeteria will run out of hot food."
Lin Feng flicked his wrist, his gaze calmly sweeping over the remaining twenty-six faces filled with fear and disbelief, and urged them on.