. Xiao Wu's eyes sparkled. "What do you think? Xiao Liuzi is very strong."
Zhu Zhuqing actually stood up. "I'll go up and help."
As they spoke, Ning Chuan unleashed another flying kick, striking a young man from Canghui Academy.
The man, struck in the chest by Ning Chuan's flying kick, spat out a mouthful of acid and flew backward.
Meanwhile, the other three had finally completed their spirit possession. Their spirits were those of deer, sheep, and horses—not particularly powerful beast spirits. Their spirit rings were only one white and one yellow—not even the optimal spirit ring configuration.
"Die, bastard!"
Seeing Ning Chuan defeat another of them, the horse spirit master's first and second spirit rings lit up, his body radiating a brown light. His palms transformed into hard horse hooves, and he swung at Ning Chuan.
Ning Chuan dodged the first few punches, but just as the horse hoof spirit master's right fist swung towards him, Ning Chuan's right hand, a cyan light flickering, met his blow with his own fist.
Bang!
The hoof cracked, and the horse spirit master withdrew his hand in pain. Ning Chuan's backhanded knife slashed him in the side of the face, knocking him to the ground.
"There's no need for our help here,"
Ning Rongrong swallowed hard at the sight.
Previously, when fighting Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji was so formidable that it wasn't obvious. Now, against these low-level spirit masters, Ning Rongrong truly witnessed Ning Chuan's strength.
Without a spirit, he could crush several spirit-infused war masters with his spirit power alone.
Spirit Master Ma was arguably the strongest of the three, and seeing his opponent beaten like this, the other two were instantly terrified.
"Enough." Canghui Academy teacher Ye Zhiqiu finally couldn't stand it anymore. He waved his hands to his students, signaling them to withdraw. He then turned to Ning Chuan and the others and said, "I don't know what your Tiannan Academy is, but you'd better call out your teacher. Otherwise, this matter today will be irreconcilable."
"Black Turtle Possession!"
As he spoke, a circle of black ripples emanated from Ye Zhiqiu's body. The powerful aura forced Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun to activate their martial spirits, only then were they able to resist Ye Zhiqiu's aura.
Ye Zhiqiu's entire body shone with black light, his limbs shortened by one-third, transforming him into a humanoid turtle.
Five souls—white, yellow, purple, and yellow—surrounded him, revealing him to be a Soul King.
As for Ning Chuan, he didn't summon any spirit rings, but instead summoned his martial spirit, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword. A powerful soul pressure erupted, and the moment his aura exploded, it directly countered Ye Zhiqiu's aura.
Ma Hongjun knew Ning Chuan's strength. Even Zhao Wuji had suffered a heavy loss at his hands. What was this old bastard to him? With the seven of them working together, they would easily capture him. So, imitating his own example, he said, "How dare you, an old bastard, meet me, teachers from Tiannan College? We can handle you."
"You bastard!" Ye Zhiqiu, whose martial spirit was the Black Turtle, was extremely wary of the word "turtle.
" Just as he was about to start a fight, the shop owner came running out, trembling. "My dear soul masters, our small shop can't withstand your assault. Please go outside."
"Okay, let's go outside. Do you dare?" Ye Zhiqiu was still recovering from Ma Hongjun's "old bastard" comment.
"Why not? Let's go."
As the top student of Tiannan College, Ning Chuan naturally wouldn't refuse the challenge.
With these words, they headed outside. The Canghui College men took the lead, followed by Ning Chuan and his group of seven.
Tang San subconsciously wanted to popularize the theoretical knowledge he had 'learned' from Yu Xiaogang, "This old guy's martial spirit is the black tortoise, a very good water-attributed martial spirit. I suggest."
Tang San said a lot with great effort, basically using his own speed advantage to contain the enemy and using Ma Hongjun's flames to counter the black tortoise's water attribute.
In short, they were no match for Ye Zhiqiu. They could only fight, not even think about winning.
How could Ning Chuan possibly let Tang San have his way? "Everything you say is based on Ye Zhiqiu's strength."
In the original novel, Yu Xiaogang, after arriving at Shrek, dedicated himself to forging the Shrek Seven Devils into Tang San's own team. He desired a split.
He also displayed his immense strength, allowing Tang San to prematurely transition to his second spirit cultivation.
"Then what do you say?" Tang San frowned, glaring at Ning Chuan.
"Just use a point to break through the surface," Ning Chuan whispered. "Water-attributed spirits typically choose icy spirit rings. Fatty will use the adhesion of his phoenix flames to restrict his spirit abilities. Tang San will control his movements, Zhu Qing will launch a surprise attack, and Rong Rong will assist me first. I'll knock him into the air, causing him to remain suspended in mid-air, while Xiao Wu waits for her chance to strike. I'll take care of the rest."
Compared to Tang San's, Ning Chuan's tactics were undoubtedly simpler, clearer, and more effective. Everyone applauded. Although Tang San was displeased, seeing Xiao Wu's support, he couldn't argue.
But Oscar wasn't pleased. "What about me?"
"You're a food-type spirit master, not suited to battlefield duty. Just do logistics work,"
Ning Chuan said casually.
Oscar clenched his teeth, nearly biting off his back teeth. He'd originally planned to ostracize Ning Rongrong, creating the illusion that she had no friends besides them. Then, when Ning Rongrong was most desperate and helpless, he'd reach out to her, thus achieving his goal of pursuing her. But he hadn't imagined that
Ning Chuan, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing were clearly on Ning Rongrong's side. Tang San was Xiao Wu's biggest bootlicker, and Ma Hongjun was a fence-sitter.
Now, aside from the drained Dai Mubai, he'd become the outcast.
A moment later, the group arrived outside the town. Their dazzling spirit rings had drawn quite a few spectators from outside.
By this time, Ye Zhiqiu had calmed down considerably. Recalling the ages and spirits of Ning Chuan and the others, he worried that Tiannan College might truly be some formidable institution. He said in a deep voice, "Han Li, I'll give you one more chance. It's not too late to admit your mistakes."
"No need to
waste words," Ning Chuan said without further ado. Since the fight was set, there was no point in dwelling on right or wrong.
"Attack!"
Ning Chuan commanded, and Ma Hongjun's first spirit ring suddenly lit up, spewing out a line of purple-red fire.
As Ma Hongjun unleashed the phoenix fire, Zhu Zhuqing's first spirit ring also lit up, and she spun out from the side, her speed surprisingly increasing by 10% to 20% compared to usual.
As Ning Chuan unleashed a stream of sword energy, a thought struck him, using his spirit skills to increase his movement speed. It seemed the little cat had been working really hard these past few days.
Zhu Zhuqing's first spirit skill, Nether Thrust, was a close-range, single-target attack. Her claws suddenly extended, instantly doubling her speed, allowing her to swiftly pierce the opponent with her claws.
While effective, it also had a distinct weakness: she could only attack in a straight line.
So Ning Chuan suggested that she try to apply the effects of this first spirit skill to herself, thereby increasing her speed.
It seemed that she had some clues by now.
Tang San was also surprised by Zhu Zhuqing's speed, but he was also not slow to act. Two spirit rings lit up at the same time, and several thorny blue-black vines swept towards Xie Zhiqiu.
(End of this chapter)