"Fight with you?"
Ma Hongjun sneered and said, "Do you think that's possible? You only have one auxiliary spirit master left on your team. Do you still think you're qualified to negotiate with us?"
Boom!
A golden light suddenly shot straight toward Ma Hongjun.
The fierce aura alone made him tremble uncontrollably.
Ma Hongjun mumbled under his breath, "She's gorgeous… but damn, she's fierce."
His eyes wandered to Qian Renxue's well-developed figure, and he couldn't help but murmur again, "Yeah… nice breasts indeed!"
Qian Renxue's sharp glare snapped toward Ma Hongjun, making him freeze in fear.
He quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.
Qian Renxue's eyes returned to Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng," she said coldly, "let's have a personal battle."
If Qian Renxue had made a move earlier, the Spirit Hall Spirit Master Academy wouldn't have fallen into Ye Feng's trap so easily. Several of their key members wouldn't have been defeated by Shrek Academy so quickly.
But why hadn't she acted sooner?
Why?
Because she was Qian Renxue.
When she awakened her martial spirit, her spirit power had already reached level 20. She possessed a god-level martial spirit.
She was a genius.
And geniuses had their pride.
Earlier, she had simply disdained to make a move against anyone from Shrek Academy.
Ye Feng hesitated.
This match was not just about honor—it also involved the bet between him and Bibi Dong.
If Ye Feng led Shrek Academy to victory, Bibi Dong would be forced to fulfill one request from him.
And that request was extremely important to Ye Feng.
So, he hesitated.
Xiao Wu's voice was soft but firm, "Ye Feng, I'll listen to you."
Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly.
"Brother, are you still being polite with me? Even if I lose, I won't have any complaints against you. You're my dear brother."
Her fair cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke.
"Dear senior brother…"
Her words were more than just casual affection—it was practically a confession.
Ye Feng's eyes softened as he looked at her with satisfaction.
Dugu Yan chimed in next, her voice carrying a subtle, ambiguous undertone.
"Ye Feng, my grandfather told me to listen to you in everything. I mean… everything! Everything is up to you!"
Everything!
She emphasized the word deliberately.
Ye Feng blinked, briefly stunned.
He wasn't sure why Dugu Yan stressed the word so much. Was she hinting at something?
His eyes shifted toward Dugu Bo, who was seated in the VIP area.
Ye Feng's mind raced.
That old poisonous bastard… is he actually leaving his granddaughter to me?
Even if I want to take her in… would she really listen to me?
After all… she did say "everything."
Not to be outdone, Ma Hongjun and Oscar quickly spoke up as well.
"Boss Ye, without you, I'd have no joy in life. Whatever you decide, I'll follow you," Ma Hongjun declared with conviction.
Oscar nodded firmly.
"Boss Ye, you make the call. You're the spirit of our team. Being able to reach this point with you— I have no regrets."
Ye Feng glanced at them with satisfaction, touched by their loyalty.
Finally, his eyes landed on Zhu Zhuqing.
Her cold, beautiful face remained expressionless, like an ice lotus blooming on a snow-covered mountain.
She spoke softly but firmly, "Ye Feng, we've already gone that far… are you still going to be distant with me?"
Ye Feng: "…"
Ma Hongjun: "…"
Oscar: "…"
Zhu Zhuqing's words carried heavy implications.
That far?
What did she mean by "that far"?
Ye Feng, despite being directly involved, found the amount of unspoken information overwhelming.
"That's enough!"
Qian Renxue's impatient voice cut through the moment.
Her sharp gaze locked onto Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng," she scolded coldly, "I'm a Spirit Saint, and you're a Spirit Emperor. I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I just don't want to dirty my hands. They're no match for me. If you won't fight me one-on-one and someone dies, don't regret it!"
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Qian Renxue.
She possessed a god-level martial spirit and the cultivation of a Spirit Saint. On top of that, who knew how many angel spirit bones she had fused by now?
Her combat ability was unquestionably powerful.
And what she said was true.
Even though Ye Feng was strong, this was still the fighting arena.
If Qian Renxue truly unleashed her full power, it was possible she could accidentally injure—or even kill—someone.
"Fine," Ye Feng responded calmly.
"If you defeat me, Shrek Academy will forfeit the championship."
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed.
"If I defeat you," she declared, "I'll personally finish off the rest of them. Spirit Hall doesn't need charity. The championship should rightfully belong to us."
Without hesitation, Ye Feng gestured for Xiao Wu and the others to retreat to the edge of the ring.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue glanced at her teammate, Xu Yu.
Xu Yu nodded and immediately left the arena.
In the VIP stands, Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Doesn't this make the previous battle meaningless?" he muttered.
"Is Shrek Academy throwing away the advantage they worked so hard to gain?"
Chen Xin shook his head calmly.
"Fengzhi," he said, "don't forget… her surname is Qian, and she possesses a god-level martial spirit. She's also a Spirit Saint. If she uses her martial spirit avatar, Xiao Wu, Rongrong, and the others will be in serious danger."
Ning Fengzhi paused, then slowly nodded.
As the eldest daughter of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue had access to cultivation resources that ordinary spirit masters could only dream of.
Her actual combat power was difficult to gauge.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze drifted toward Ye Feng.
"Uncle Jian, who do you think will win?" he asked.
Chen Xin pondered for a moment before answering.
"It's hard to say," he admitted.
"If Ye Feng could use something beyond a spirit master's own spirit skills, he'd have a 90% chance of winning. Unfortunately…"
Unfortunately, Ye Feng was restricted.
He couldn't use his strongest trump card—the 18,000 ancient swords sealed within his spatial spirit guide.
Tang San, who had once refused to use his hidden weapons against Ye Feng, had been defeated in their match.
The loss had left Tang San dissatisfied.
But what Tang San didn't know was that Ye Feng hadn't even revealed his true strength.
Within Ye Feng's martial spirit domain—the Sword Emperor Domain—he could command all sword-shaped weapons inside.
Even if Tang San unleashed his Tang Sect hidden weapons, he still wouldn't be able to overcome Ye Feng.
On the ring, Ye Feng stared at Qian Renxue.
And Qian Renxue stared right back at him.
Her golden eyes flashed with a dangerous glimmer.
"Ye Feng… you've pushed me too far," Qian Renxue whispered, her voice carrying a sharp edge.
The pressure Ye Feng had placed on her had forced her to abandon her disguise as Xue Qinghe ahead of schedule.
"I know," Ye Feng replied simply.
"Let's begin," Qian Renxue declared.
"Today, I'll make you pay the price."
She raised her hand, and the sky darkened.
Suddenly, golden light radiated from the heavens.
The swirling golden clouds spun into a spiral shape.
A beam of sacred light shot down from the center, illuminating Qian Renxue.
A majestic and holy aura burst forth.
From the golden light, a massive divine shadow emerged—it was Qian Renxue's martial spirit: the Six-Winged Angel.
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