Chapter 252: The Villain’s Style is Still More Satisfying

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: The Villain’s Style is Still More SatisfyingQin Ming was stunned. This isn’t right. Why is Spirit Hall not getting involved either? This was the Heaven Dou Second Team. If Shen An made it to the finals, he would absolutely be a formidable enemy for their Spirit Hall. Don’t you have any intention of targeting him? Qin Ming took a deep breath. He had figured it out. This organizing committee had no intention of getting involved at all. Dark! So f*cking dark! Is there any fairness left in this world?! "Fine. Since the organizing committee won’t get involved, then just pretend I never said anything. Hehe." Qin Ming, his face as dark as water, was pulled back to his seat by Yu Xiaogang. Emperor Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi were both displeased. He reports someone just like that, and when the report fails, he sits back down as if nothing happened. And what’s with that slightly mocking ’hehe’? Truly no class. Which academy taught him? Oh, Shrek. Then that’s fine. It’s to be expected. You can’t get a single normal person out of the entire academy. However, whether it was Emperor Xue Ye or Ning Fengzhi, they both prided themselves on being positive figures, especially in public, where they had to maintain their image even more. Although Qin Ming had made them both very unhappy, he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. At most, one could say he was reckless and rash. The two of them couldn’t target him either and could only let him sit down. "Who told you to sit down? Arbitrarily slandering a contestant, disrupting the order of the tournament." "I think you have ulterior motives. Men, seize him and put him in the great prison. After the tournament, I will personally interrogate him," Salas said in a cold voice. What kind of thing is this? A little Soul Emperor dares to give me an attitude? Is a Soul Emperor very good at fighting? Out here, what matters is power and influence. You, a rootless little nobody, you think I, Salas, will spoil you??? Without another word, the Spirit Temple Knights came before Qin Ming, about to apprehend him. Qin Ming’s face panicked. "Lord Bishop, I was just raising a doubt! Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, can’t I just retract it?" On the stage, Shen An complained in his heart: Too late. You can’t retract after two minutes. At the side, Zhao Wuji was also about to step forward to speak. How could he not care about someone from his own academy? Salas’s gaze condensed. "Anyone who speaks for him will be considered an accomplice and thrown into the great prison together!" Zhao Wuji instantly dared not speak. He might look big and burly, but he was by no means a real brute. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived to this day. Although Qin Ming was taught by him personally, Spirit Hall had made it clear they were targeting Qin Ming. If he insisted on standing up for him, it would be purely sending himself to his death. The arm can’t twist the thigh. Didn’t you see that even Liu Erlong from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan was imprisoned? Seeing that no one around him was standing up for him, Qin Ming also panicked. "Lord Bishop, I was just purely suspicious. I really have no ill intentions." Salas sneered coldly, "It doesn’t matter. You’ll admit it once you’re locked in the great prison. Take him away!" He then waved his large hand, and the Spirit Temple Knights, under the watchful eyes of all, took Qin Ming away. As for Yu Xiaogang at the side, Salas didn’t bother with him. He vaguely knew about some ambiguous relationship between Yu Xiaogang and the Pontiff’s court. He, who had always judged people by their connections, would naturally not risk making a move on Yu Xiaogang. Zhao Wuji looked at the departing Qin Ming with a sad face, his heart full of bitter laughter. What is all this? Liu Erlong hasn’t even been rescued yet, and now another one has been sent in. It was one thing for Liu Erlong to be imprisoned in the Heaven Dou great prison. When Yu Yuanzhen thought it through, he would naturally go and save her. At most, she would suffer some grievances. But Qin Ming was different. Falling into the Spirit Hall great prison, a layer of his skin would have to be peeled off. Emperor Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi looked at each other. Although they disdained Salas’s character, this decisive and ruthless style made them secretly feel great. If I say I’m going to throw dirty water on you, I’ll throw dirty water on you. You don’t admit it? It doesn’t matter. After you’re thrown into the great prison, you’ll naturally admit it. On the stage, Shen An stroked his chin and thought to himself, The villain’s style is still more satisfying. I’ll have to learn from it in the future. "Continue the match," Emperor Xue Ye coughed lightly. Godwind Academy once again rose into the sky. Feng Xiaotian had been brewing for a long time to get back the feeling he had just now. "Shen An, you are destined to lose this match!" Feng Xiaotian said loudly. Shen An: "..." If it were Shen An himself, Feng Xiaotian might have a 0.01% chance of victory. But with Tom here, Shen An couldn’t even think of how to lose. A gale suddenly rose. The members of the Godwind team cooperated tacitly, as if one body, and soared into the air with the help of the huge wind force. At this time, they were already a full fifty meters from the ground. The entire audience was in an uproar. This height was something Godwind Academy had never displayed before. And now, not only did they rise to a high altitude as soon as they entered the field, but they also pulled to such a distance. It was clear how much importance and wariness they held for Shen An. Tom was also stunned. So high, how am I supposed to fight? Cats can’t fly. At this moment, Feng Xiaotian looked at Shen An with a grave expression. Having fought against Shen An before, he knew clearly that Shen An had the ability to injure people from a long distance with a flying sword. Therefore, he did not hesitate in the slightest. The seven of them directly summoned a great wind and pulled the distance to the maximum. A soul master’s control over their martial soul has a distance limit. At a full fifty meters, even if Shen An could send his sword flying to kill, they would have ample time to react and dodge, and could even use the high altitude to continuously bombard with attacks. Even if Shen An’s attacks were peerless and could hold on for a while, there would always be a time when his soul power was exhausted. At that time, it would be the time he defeated Shen An. Huo Wu’s eyes were filled with strange colors. Could Feng Xiaotian really win this time? "Wind Blade Array!" Countless wind blades condensed from the airflow swept down towards the stage. This was almost the signature attack of Godwind Academy. Simple and effective, it had made all the other academies suffer bitterly. Oslo’s scalp went numb watching the rain-like wind blades fall. Without another word, he ran off the stage. He couldn’t resist the attacks without releasing his martial soul. If he didn’t run now, what was he waiting for? Anyway, Tom had been sent onto the field. Shen An let out a low shout. The longsword in his hand cut through the void. In the eyes of the audience, countless azure light shadows flickered, and countless wind blades shattered with the sound. "Clang!" The sound of the sword colliding with the wind blades merged into one piece. The heart-pounding sound of cutting continuously sounded. A cold light shone from the silver spear in Na’er’s hand. In a daze, people thought they saw a silver dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, resisting the wind from all eight directions. And the style of Tom at the side was completely different. Tom looked at the deep gullies cut into the ground by the wind blades, his cat face in a great panic. If I get hit by this, I’ll lose my life, right? The panicked Tom held his head and fled. Soon, Tom discovered in despair that the wind blades were becoming denser and more numerous. He was almost running out of places to escape. Tom had already run to the edge of the stage. He knew in his heart that if he went down, he wouldn’t be able to get back on stage to compete. Then he wouldn’t be able to get back at that person who looked like a man but acted like a dog. Tom gritted his teeth. If I die, I die. He helplessly spread his hands at the audience, then took out a white cloth to cover his eyes, took out a lit cigarette, and took a deep puff. A smoke ring was slowly exhaled, announcing Tom’s elegance. The people in the audience seats first burst into laughter upon seeing Tom’s performance, then their hearts were in their throats. Can this cat do it? It won’t die, will it? By the way, a detached martial soul shouldn’t be able to die, right? The next moment, the dense wind blades passed through Tom’s body. A timid person screamed and dared not look again. "Splurt!" Tom was cut into countless irregular cat pieces. Xue Qinghe instantly stood up, standing up in disbelief, the look of regret in her eyes plain to see. Tom is dead? Shattered into pieces on the ground just like that? A thick feeling of guilt filled Xue Qinghe’s chest, followed by a huge panic. She knew how important Tom was to Shen An, yet she had personally sent Tom to his death. Xue Qinghe stared at Feng Xiaotian in the sky with murderous intent. He who kills a cat shall be killed by men. Feng Xiaotian in the sky instinctively shivered, feeling as if he had been targeted by some kind of monstrous beast. But the next moment, an even greater cheer erupted from the audience seats. "This martial soul is so magical!" "It’s restored! It actually restored itself!" Xue Qinghe looked over and only then discovered that Tom, who had been shattered into pieces on the ground, had actually reappeared, completely intact. Xue Qinghe was dazed. What kind of operation is this? Give me back my emotions! Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were already used to it. Basic operation, don’t get excited. Tom on the stage looked at Feng Xiaotian with puffed-out cheeks, then turned his head to look at Shen An. Shen An immediately understood. Tom wanted him to help knock down one of the guys from the sky. After all, the tournament did not allow the use of things other than one’s martial soul. It was already a rare thing for Tom to get on stage under Xue Qinghe’s cover. If he were to openly use a weapon, it would indeed be hard to explain. Shen An’s second soul ring shone brightly. Soul Skill, Sword Control! "Clang!" A clear and crisp sword cry sounded. In an instant, a stream of azure light illuminated the Great Spirit Arena. The azure stream of light soared into the sky, like an azure dragon taking flight, rushing from bottom to top towards Feng Xiaotian’s group of seven. The sharp momentum it carried made even Feng Xiaotian’s heart turn cold. The seven of them, as if one body, once again shot out countless wind blades, while at the same time continuously changing positions in the air, trying to dodge this sword. But how could they withstand the sharpness and agility of the Nine Leaf Sword Grass? Accompanied by a miserable cry, one person fell to the ground. Shen An immediately controlled the Nine Leaf Sword Grass to return and did not attack again. Since Tom wanted to play, Shen An would of course not spoil his fun. He would just be a tool man. Master Tom, who was waiting at the side, hurriedly stretched out his hands, preparing to catch this soul master. The position was just right, able to catch him accurately. Feng Xiaotian in the air, who had just been scared into a cold sweat by the Nine Leaf Sword Grass, his eyes condensed. This cat is so nice? It’s even helping them catch their falling team members. But what happened next stunned everyone’s eyes. First, the falling soul master accurately smashed onto Tom’s arm. Tom’s body was as steady as an old dog. Then, the soul master, pressing down on Tom’s arm, crashed into the ground with a thud, disappearing from sight. The entire Great Spirit Arena trembled for a moment. Before everyone had time to think about why he had fallen from the sky and smashed down so heavily, they were next rubbing their eyes in disbelief. What’s going on? Why is only this cat’s body and white gloves outside, while its arm is bent in a concave shape, seemingly having sunk into the ground along with that soul master? Shen An was silent. He mourned for that soul master in his heart. If Tom hadn’t made a move, then perhaps that soul master would have just taken a fall. But Tom had to reach out to catch him. Due to some irresistible force, the soul master who should have just fallen on the ground was now sunk into the ground. As Tom strenuously pulled his arm and the soul master out of the deep pit, everyone sucked in a cold breath. The Godwind soul master was already unconscious. And Tom’s arm had actually been pressed and stretched out by more than ten meters. How fcking deep was he smashed? Unreasonable, absolutely unreasonable.* This peculiar style of painting left everyone present dumbfounded. Even the well-versed Emperor Xue Ye and the others couldn’t say a word. Tom casually shook his arm, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its normal size. "Oh ho ho ho ho." Tom let out a sinister smile. I’m not allowed to use tools from offstage, but using the opponent’s team member’s martial soul should be fine, right? I’m a smart cat. The unconscious soul master’s wings were composed of an azure light shadow, which was condensed from soul power. Now, due to his right arm being injured by Shen An, the azure light shadow wings looked somewhat listless. Next, under the disbelieving gazes of all, Tom took off the Godwind soul master’s wings and installed them on his own back. Whether it was the audience seats or the VIP seats, everyone’s eyes dropped. This is a fcking possession-type martial soul.* Besides the soul master himself, no one can use it! Even if you use brute force, the wings couldn’t possibly fall off. At most, they would just dissipate like smoke. Yu Tianheng and the others looked at Oslo silently. This was mutated from Oslo’s martial soul? Who are you kidding? Oslo showed a sheepish smile but resolutely did not say a word. Xue Qinghe’s heart-to-heart talk was no joke. Next, everyone saw Tom take a few running steps on the ground and then fly into the sky. Tom had a smug, wicked smile on his face. Little simp, this cat has come to bully you. The Godwind team looked at Tom with eyes as if they had seen a ghost. Soon they discovered that Tom was diving towards them. Every time Tom circled and dived, one person from the Godwind team would be knocked to the ground by the azure light shadow wings. Dodging was basically useless, because every time they successfully dodged, the azure light shadow wings would actually transform into various shapes. Or a fist, or a palm, or a finger, attacking from an incredible angle. Soon, besides Feng Xiaotian, everyone from Godwind Academy had fallen to the ground. This time was more normal. Not a single one had smashed an unknown number of meters deep pit like the first Godwind soul master. They were just lying on the ground. The cheers for this match were definitely unprecedentedly high. They had never seen such a novel battle before. It was simply unheard of. The corner of Feng Xiaotian’s mouth twitched. He looked at the freely circling Tom as if facing a great enemy. So fcking ridiculous.* He knew his own team members, didn’t he? It was just a normal beast martial soul, the Azure-Feathered Bird. And the result? In Tom’s hands, it was played with flowers. He never would have thought that on his path to capturing Little Sister Huo Wu’s heart, the biggest obstacle would actually not be Shen An, but a cat. For some reason, he thought of the agile cat from yesterday and somewhat regretted having driven it away. And now, wasn’t this retribution? Tom flapped his wings and looked at Feng Xiaotian with a wicked smile. Only you are left. Are you ready, little simp? "Meow!" Tom let out a loud cry and immediately flapped his wings to launch a great aerial pursuit of Feng Xiaotian. Feng Xiaotian flew while swinging out wind blades, his heart wanting to cry but having no tears. He had lost this match. What made him most angry was that he had not been defeated by Shen An, but had lost to a cat. He still had a trump card he hadn’t used. How could he be reconciled? In the sky above, Feng Xiaotian and Tom, one chasing and one fleeing, drew beautiful curves. It chased, he fled. He had no escape, even with wings.