Chapter 27: 1 vs 40

Chapter 27: 1 vs 40

After Mu Jin's words, the two referees turned their attention to Chen Feng in the Fighting Spirit Arena.

One referee frowned. "One against over forty students? Most of these freshmen are Soul Masters, but nearly ten are Great Soul Masters. Even sixth-year Soul Sect students might struggle to defeat them. This is absurd…"

The other referee studied Chen Feng closely, surprised. "That boy's Spirit power is rich and refined—far beyond a typical Soul Master's. His aura is formidable. Mu Jin, is he your class monitor?"

Mu Jin smiled. "Yes, he's our monitor. A three-ring Soul Master before twelve. I'm eager to see his performance."

The referees fell silent, positioning themselves on the field to oversee the match.

Mu Jin addressed her students. "I remind you: this is a friendly competition. Give your all, but don't injure your opponents. Understood? If one side gains a clear advantage, I'll stop the match."

Chen Feng and the Class 9 male students nodded in unison. A few bold boys smirked at Mu Jin. "Don't worry, Teacher Mu Jin, we'll take down Chen Feng quick."

"With over forty of us, one Spirit skill each will bury him."

Chen Feng, stroking his Soul-Breaking Sword, grinned at their confidence. "Referees, I'll be careful. I'm more worried they'll hurt themselves."

Class 9 male students: (▼皿▼#)

Fuming, the boys glared at Chen Feng, their blood boiling.

The referee, sensing the tension, announced, "The match begins!"

The female spectators fixed their eyes on Chen Feng, dressed in white, sword in hand. His striking looks and bold challenge against forty opponents set the young girls' hearts racing.

At the referee's signal, Chen Feng's aura surged. An invisible pressure spread across the arena as he gripped the Soul-Breaking Sword.

A sharp, domineering sword intent erupted from him, enveloping the forty-plus male students.

They felt as if a black blade loomed over them, ready to crush them. Danger, fear, and pressure overwhelmed them.

To them, Chen Feng seemed invincible.

Panic set in, their eyes wide as they stared at his fierce presence.

Even Mu Jin and the referees were stunned by his sword intent. Mu Jin gasped, "What is this? A self-created Spirit skill?"

The referees' pupils shook, incredulous. Self-created Spirit skill? Even we, Soul Emperors, can't do that.

Exchanging glances, they saw shock mirrored in each other's eyes, realizing Chen Feng's confidence wasn't arrogance but grounded in strength.

In the stands, Wu Yue shouted, "That's it! That's what I saw when Chen Feng trained in the dorm!"

She and her friends gaped at Chen Feng, mouths agape. They'd thought him terrifying before, but this trump card was beyond imagination.

The Class 9 female students erupted in awe, seeing Chen Feng overpower forty boys with his aura alone.

"Squad Leader's too strong! What kind of Spirit skill is that?"

"So cool!"

Ning Tian's blue eyes locked onto Chen Feng, his commanding figure captivating her.

Nanmen Yun'er, beside her, was smitten, her eyes sparkling. Already drawn to his looks, she was now utterly enchanted.

Wu Feng, staring at Chen Feng's might, thought in disbelief, Can he really defeat over forty boys combined?

In the arena, the Class 9 boys swallowed hard. A Great Soul Master rallied them, "Don't let Chen Feng scare you! No matter his aura, he's just a Soul Master. One Spirit skill each, and we'll crush him!"

Emboldened, they chanted, "Yeah, he's just a Soul Master!"

"Auxiliary Spirit Masters, buff us!"

"Long-range attackers, fire together!"

The ten auxiliary Spirit Masters in the rear cast their buffs, enhancing the front line. Nearly thirty yellow Spirit Rings rose among the forty-plus boys.

In an instant, colorful long-range Spirit skills blazed toward Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's sword intent, fusing mental power, Spirit power, and willpower, oppressed his opponents' minds. But it couldn't paralyze forty Soul Masters outright.

He charged toward them, his physique—capable of withstanding a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring—propelled by Soul Master-level Spirit power, rivaling a Soul Elder's speed.

Yet, the boys' long-range attacks closed in. Individually, Chen Feng could fell each with a single punch, but their combined force, amplified by auxiliary Spirit Masters, was formidable. Nearly thirty Soul Masters' collective Spirit power was too much for even a Soul Sect to block head-on.

Mu Jin and the referees tensed, ready to intervene to save Chen Feng.

Facing the dazzling onslaught, Chen Feng didn't dodge but sprinted forward.

Just as he was about to be engulfed, and the referees prepared to act, Chen Feng vanished.

The boys, thrilled at the prospect of overwhelming him, froze when he disappeared.

Then, gasps rang out as Chen Feng reappeared—in the heart of their formation!

Class 9 male students: Σ(°△°|||)!

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