The cat-woman Soul Master lowered her head. That earlier shock had stunned her before she could even react. Her loss felt both unjust and just, since she had essentially walked right into it.
It was just that her second soul skill felt like biting into iron; it could only manage to create two holes. How could this Holy Son's defense be so terrifying?
"In this match, the Holy Son wins!"
As Jiang Xiaofeng walked off the stage, a healing-type Soul Master stood beside Mobert.
"Holy Son, you're injured! Quickly, sit down, I'll heal you right away!"
But Jiang Xiaofeng said, "No need, I'm already fine!"
Jiang Xiaofeng was cultivating the Undying Body, after all. Even in the initial Body Tempering Realm, he possessed the ability to automatically recover from injuries, albeit slowly. But the effect was still very good. The two tooth marks had already stopped bleeding, and the wounds had even begun to scab over.
Mobert, still concerned, wiped away the bloodstains and looked at the already scabbing wounds, his face revealing an expression of disbelief.
"Holy Son, this…"
"No need to make a fuss, it's just a small injury. Prepare the next match for me!"
Mobert nodded. He had been worried something might happen, but now it seemed his worries were unnecessary.
"Holy Son, arrangements have been made. Your next opponent is a Weapon Soul Master, also at the Great Soul Master realm."
Jiang Xiaofeng nodded, wondering if this Weapon Soul Master could bring him some of the thrill of battle.
"Holy Son, you were really too reckless just now! Fortunately, the opponent was only a Great Soul Master!"
Jiang Xiaofeng said, "Yes, precisely because she was only a Great Soul Master did I intentionally give her a chance to get close to me. Otherwise, if I had to skirmish with her, it wouldn't have ended so quickly!"
Mobert didn't quite understand. How could an eight-year-old child understand so much more than him, and speak with such maturity? It was completely unlike something an eight-year-old could do.
Of course, no one knew that Jiang Xiaofeng was a reborn soul, and no one ever would.
After resting for a few matches, Jiang Xiaofeng took to the stage again.
This time, he faced a twenty-year-old adult, whose soul power had even reached level 29.
Jiang Xiaofeng said, "Jiang Xiaofeng, level 14 Assault-type Soul Master, Spirit: Zhuxian Sword, please advise!"
"Zhao Xian, level 29 Assault-type Great Soul Master, Spirit: Blood-Drinking Axe, please advise!"
"Level 14 Assault-type Soul Master versus level 29 Assault-type Great Soul Master, begin now! Activate Spirits!"
Both simultaneously summoned their Spirits. Jiang Xiaofeng's was the Zhuxian Sword, while Zhao Xian's was a blood-red axe.
"Holy Son, be careful! I'm no ordinary Great Soul Master. My thirty-win streak will be extended by one more!"
Jiang Xiaofeng was equally eager to try.
"Blood-Drinking Axe, First Soul Skill, Bloodthirst!"
Instantly, a blood-red aura appeared around Zhao Xian's body, and his combat state was elevated once again.
A soul skill that enhances attributes, huh? It usually lasts for three minutes at most. Let's see how I break it!
Jiang Xiaofeng charged forward.
"Tiger Fist First Form, Thousand Catty!"
"Clang!"
This punch was actually blocked by the opponent's axe.
"Hehe, I told you I'm not an ordinary Great Soul Master. Holy Son, you should just admit defeat with that little bit of strength!"
Jiang Xiaofeng was also surprised. His full-force punch should have been at least two hundred catties, but the opponent hadn't even budged.
Is this the difference in cultivation level? No matter, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
"One Step to the Horizon!"
Jiang Xiaofeng changed his position and threw another punch.
Although it could hit Zhao Xian, the attack power was really limited.
"Holy Son, are you tickling me? It's my turn to attack! Ha!"
With a swing of the axe, Jiang Xiaofeng raised his hand to block with the Zhuxian Sword, but discovered that his tiger's mouth was somewhat numb. This power was probably twice his! Or even more.
Axes were inherently power-type Spirits. Jiang Xiaofeng was only at the Soul Master realm. If he was at the Great Soul Master realm, Jiang Xiaofeng, whose all stats were improved, would obviously have no problem facing Zhao Xian before him, but it was impossible now.
"One Step to the Horizon!"
Dodging Zhao Xian's close-quarters attack, Jiang Xiaofeng drew the Zhuxian Sword.
"Heavensea Art First Form, Billowing Waves!"
This sword contained immense soul power (power of heaven and earth), directly striking Zhao Xian's back.
"Boom!"
Zhao Xian immediately fell to the ground, rolling several times before quickly standing up.
A heart-wrenching pain came from his back. If it weren't for the Bloodthirst effect, he would have been injured by this strike.
If it were an enemy, this sword would definitely have severely injured them, but unfortunately, this was the academy, and Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't hurt people.
Although Zhao Xian was indeed powerful, if it were truly a life-and-death battle, Jiang Xiaofeng would have killed him in a short time.
After figuring out Zhao Xian's ability, Jiang Xiaofeng didn't fight as hard as before.
Seeing that the Bloodthirst state was about to end, Zhao Xian became anxious.
"Blood-Drinking Axe Second Soul Skill, Creation of the World!"
The Blood-Drinking Axe transformed into a giant axe that could split the heavens and descended from the sky, determined to split Jiang Xiaofeng in two.
"One Step to the Horizon!"
"Zhuxian Sword, First Soul Skill, Tiger's Roar!"
"Roar!"
When Jiang Xiaofeng appeared behind Zhao Xian, his reaction was equally swift, but the soul skill had already been released and could not be redirected. However, he forcibly slashed the Blood-Drinking Axe behind him.
But it was still too late.
Tiger's Roar hit Zhao Xian first.
"Ah!!!"
Zhao Xian fell several meters away. His soul skill dissipated in the air because it lost the soul power of its master.
"Cough cough!!!"
Zhao Xian didn't want to lose. This was his thirty-first battle. He had already won thirty matches and still wanted to stand up.
However, Jiang Xiaofeng's Zhuxian Sword was pointing at Zhao Xian's forehead.
"Don't move, you should heal your wounds! Referee, announce the result!"
The referee hurriedly stood up and announced the end of the match.
"The Holy Son wins this match, currently on a two-win streak!"
Mobert felt his heart leap as he rushed to Jiang Xiaofeng's side. This time it was definitely obvious that Jiang Xiaofeng won with some difficulty.
"Healing Soul Master, start healing!"
"Yes!"
Zhao Xian's strength was too strong, perhaps due to the suppression of the level, causing Jiang Xiaofeng's blood to surge.
Fortunately, there was a magical healing Soul Master present. Jiang Xiaofeng clearly felt a warmth appear in his body, and then the surging blood was soothed, and the injuries on his body were also rapidly improving.
It really is a magical Soul Master. If I had such a companion back then, I wouldn't have perished together with that old thing.
After a while, Jiang Xiaofeng and Zhao Xian stood up.
Zhao Xian respectfully said, "Thank you, Holy Son, for showing mercy."
Jiang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "You are very powerful. If my speed wasn't fast enough and my strength wasn't weak, I'm afraid I would have lost long ago!"
Zhao Xian smiled bitterly and said, "But I'm a Great Soul Master, and I'm about to advance to the Soul Grandmaster realm, but you're only a level 14 Soul Master. Holy Son, you will definitely be a person who will shake the world in our Spirit Hall in the future."
Jiang Xiaofeng smiled without refuting. Today's battle was very beneficial, and he should go back and organize his cultivation.
"That's all for today, I'll go back first."
The others bowed and respectfully saw him off.
Mobert followed Jiang Xiaofeng away.
After Jiang Xiaofeng left, the events of the arena instantly spread throughout the entire Spirit Hall Academy.