Chapter 111: A Battle That Was Resolved in One Minute
The moment Elder Xuan vanished from the Soul Fighting Arena, the air shifted.
Most students froze, confused and unprepared. But the second-year core disciples moved instantly. After all, they had learned a valuable truth from their class promotion assessment: in a chaotic fight, adaptability is survival.
"Xiaotian!"
Chen Junting's voice rang out. Without hesitation, Ning Tian raised her right hand, her voice crisp:
"Nine Treasures Turn Out, Glazed Light!"
A radiant tower of nine colors appeared behind her, shining like a beacon. Two yellow rings, one purple, and one black soul ring rotated beneath her feet, harmonizing perfectly with the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's light.
Gasps rippled across the battlefield.
"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect! Seven Treasures Pagoda?!"
"No… it's the Nine Treasures Pagoda!"
In that instant, many realized who Ning Tian was—and the threat she posed.
"Take out the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile support first!" someone shouted.
But Ning Tian was already moving.
"Second is attack. Third is defense. Fourth is soul!"
Three soul rings lit up in sequence, and beams of multicolored light burst from her pagoda, striking six allies in perfect synchronization.
This wasn't ordinary support.
This was the Six-Aperture Ruyi Heart—a pinnacle control technique among auxiliary-type soul masters. Ning Tian had mastered it over the holiday, allowing her to amplify six people at once with different effects.
"Ha! Sister-in-law, you're the best!" Xu Sanshi bellowed, his body glowing with fortified defense. His Mysterious Underworld Turtle Shield slammed down just in time to absorb the first wave of incoming attacks.
Behind him, Jiang Nannan moved like a shadow—swift, precise. Within seconds, one attacker was down.
"Shua—!"
A sudden blur of black light tore through the chaos, streaking toward Ning Tian.
But Chen Junting was faster.
The Seven Kill Sword flashed into his hand. In one motion, he intercepted the claws with a clean sweep and countered with a palm strike to the gut.
"Ah—!"
The enemy soul master screamed as sword intent surged through his body. Before he even hit the ground, Elder Xuan's soul power had whisked him away.
"You're eliminated," Xuan Lao said flatly, tossing the student out of the arena like a broken doll.
Then—a roar shook the sky.
Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu had fused into their ultimate form: the Netherworld White Tiger. Its spectral frame towered above the battlefield as it lunged toward Chen Junting and Ning Tian.
Their intent was clear—strike first or be eliminated next.
"Dai Huabin!" Wu Feng and Huo Yuhao shouted in unison.
From the left, Wu Feng's arm erupted in red flame, her Scarlet Dragon Claws crashing against the white tiger's strike. From the right, Huo Yuhao's ice-coated fist collided with the opposite claw, unleashing a frost shockwave.
Boom! Boom!
Fire and ice met raw power—and pushed back hard.
The White Tiger roared in pain.
Then—buzz!
A soul ring flared beneath Chen Junting. He rose into the air as a giant ethereal sword formed above him.
The moment it descended, its edge aimed straight at the "王" mark between the White Tiger's eyes.
The fusion crumbled.
Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were forcibly separated and thrown to the side. But before the blade could land, Elder Xuan stepped in once more, redirecting the blow and removing both of them from the battlefield.
Chen Junting's voice followed: "Clear the field!"
The Seven Kill Sword hummed in his hand. With a wide slash, dozens of phantom blades embedded in the ground exploded skyward, swirling into a sword domain.
He pointed down.
"Sword Wings—Soar!"
A cascade of sharp blades surged like a tidal wave toward the enemy formation.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao activated Spiritual Detection, linking everyone's awareness. The coordination became seamless.
He Caitou was the first to act.
Boosted by Ning Tian's 50% soul power amplification, his entire body lit up. Mechanical tubes unfolded across his arms and shoulders, unleashing a barrage of soul cannon fire. The arena shook as beams of concentrated light smashed into the opposition.
Wang Dong followed, flaring his butterfly wings and hurling a concentrated Light of the Butterfly Goddess into the maelstrom.
Beibei charged forward, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul fully awakened. Lightning danced across his fists. Amplified by both Thunder Fury and Ning Tian's soul boost, he struck like a thunder god—bolts crackling as they intertwined with Chen Junting's sword torrent.
BOOM—!
A pillar of light exploded across the battlefield.
Students were flung through the air one after another.
As each fell, Elder Xuan plucked them from midair, encasing them in protective soul light. Once they were safe, he announced with a slight burp:
"You're eliminated."
When the dust cleared, only nine students remained on the field.
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"Didn't I tell you?" Xu Sanshi grinned, leaning on his shield with pride. "As long as we team up, it's over before it starts."
He held up one finger.
"One minute. That's all it took."
He turned and looked to Jiang Nannan. "Right?"
Jiang Nannan gave a soft nod, her expression tinged with amusement.
Since learning of his efforts from her mother, her disdain had softened into tolerance—perhaps even something more.
But her smile faded as she began counting heads.
"Wait... there are nine of us left. Elder Xuan said the final seven qualify."
Chen Junting raised an eyebrow. "So, Senior Nannan—do you want to keep fighting?"
She blinked, then shook her head.
Fighting friends for the sake of two spots?
Not worth it.
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(End of Chapter)
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