The soft impact on his palm was a strange sensation. Huo Feng had to admit, for a sixteen-year-old girl, Meng Yiran's figure was well-developed. A helpless look crossed his face. It wasn't his fault; the palm strike had been a casual, instinctive move. He hadn't deliberately chosen the target. The situation had been urgent, and the opportunity to make physical contact was fleeting. To activate the system's sacrifice ability, he had to act fast, and that was the only opening he had.
Who would have thought that one unintentional palm strike would deliver a double blow to Meng Yiran, wounding both her body and her pride?
"Despicable!" A blush spread across Meng Yiran's pretty face as she stared fiercely at Huo Feng.
Because of the angle at which she had been struck, the others watching the fight didn't see exactly where his surprisingly aggressive palm had landed. They were only amazed that Huo Feng, whose Spirit was a sword, was also skilled in palm techniques.
Buzz!
With a cold snort, the two Spirit Rings on Meng Yiran's body lit up at the same time. She was activating both of her spirit skills at once. Under everyone's surprised gaze, her body suddenly twisted as if it had no bones. She became incredibly supple, slithering across the ground as if she were coated in oil. With a powerful swing, the snake-headed staff in her hand smashed directly toward Huo Feng. At the same time, a two-foot-long blade shot out from the mouth of the snake head on her staff. It instantly closed the distance between them, the blade flashing with a blue luster that was obviously highly poisonous.
She had unleashed her first spirit skill, Tongue Blade, and her second spirit skill, Snake Body.
However, Meng Yiran looked incredibly disheveled. The chain lightning effect from Huo Feng's Thunder Sword had faded, but the terrifying electricity had caused her considerable pain and had done significant damage to her clothes. Her suit was now riddled with charred, gaping holes. To make matters worse, glimpses of her fair skin could be seen through the tattered fabric. This was the real reason she had attacked with such killing intent the moment she recovered. She was filled with shame and anger.
Dai Mubai, who was watching the battle, murmured, "Huo Feng's strength is unreal. If he had used a sword strike just now instead of that palm, she might have surrendered on the spot."
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were all staring at Meng Yiran without blinking. She was, after all, an outstanding beauty, and her current state had a certain hazy allure. Dai Mubai and Oscar were relatively restrained, but the fatty Ma Hongjun was practically drooling.
At that moment, a muffled bang echoed across the field. Huo Feng had blocked the domineering strike from Meng Yiran's staff. He smiled slightly. It was no wonder she was so confident; she actually had some real strength. Although her staff had been knocked back, Huo Feng wasn't in a hurry to press his attack.
Meng Yiran forcefully pulled her weapon back. With a slight shake of her hands, the snake staff blurred, transforming into eight illusory beams of light that shot toward Huo Feng from all angles. The phantoms, both real and unreal, carried a surging, overbearing spirit power that seemed to cover every possible escape route.
Just then, the system's beautiful voice suddenly rang out in Huo Feng's mind.
[Beep!][Meng Yiran's sacrifice was successful!][Hidden mission completion progress: 1/2!][Reward: 500 Sacrifice Points!]
Meng Yiran, who was in the middle of her all-out attack, suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation spread through her entire body. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
Plop!
Without any warning, she suddenly fell to her knees, directly facing Huo Feng. As her body gave out, her powerful attack vanished into thin air. The snake-headed staff fell from her grasp and clattered to the ground.
The people watching the fight were stunned. What was this? If you can't win, just admit defeat. There was no need to kneel, was there?
Chao Tianxiang's face turned pale. Although she didn't understand why her granddaughter would suddenly kneel before the boy, the sight made her old face burn with embarrassment. Across the clearing, the smile on Zhao Wuji's face was so wide it almost reached the back of his head.
Even Huo Feng was confused. He had sacrificed many people over the years, especially Tang San during their time at Notting Academy, but he had never seen anyone react like this. She actually knelt.
After a moment of thought, he looked at Meng Yiran and said slowly, "If you want to admit defeat, you can just say so. There's no need for such formalities." His voice and expression were perfectly normal, which only made the situation more bizarre.
"You... monster..." Meng Yiran whispered two words, her voice extremely weak. It was so soft that no one could hear her clearly. Even Huo Feng, who was closest, only heard her mumble something.
"No... I can't lose," she gritted out. Meng Yiran forced herself to stand, unwilling to give up. If she lost, the thousand-year Phoenix-Tailed Cockscomb Snake would belong to her opponent. And kneeling before him was the ultimate humiliation! She had to win back her pride. She had grown up being doted on by her grandparents and had never been denied anything she wanted. She was determined to get that Spirit Ring.
With a final surge of effort, Meng Yiran threw her snake staff at Huo Feng. It should have been a basic attack, but the simple act made her break out in a sweat and cost her immense effort. The poisoned tongue blade that shot out from the staff slid strangely down Huo Feng's Thunder Sword, aiming directly for his hand. The sharp, blue-tinged blade flashed. Everyone knew that a single cut would be disastrous.
Huo Feng's pupils contracted. He suddenly raised his hand and flicked his wrist.
Bang!
The snake staff was sent flying ten meters away. Meng Yiran's last move had been vicious; he had almost been caught off guard.
Swish!
Under her shocked gaze, the Thunder Sword in Huo Feng's hand instantly transformed into the Fiery Sword. "Second Soul Skill, Blazing Fire!"
A terrifying wave of sword wind carrying a blazing inferno roared toward Meng Yiran. Her face filled with fear. In her current state, she was completely unable to resist. If that attack hit her, she would probably be disfigured for life.
Bang!
At the last moment, a circular defensive light shield suddenly appeared, blocking the attack in front of Meng Yiran. The raging fire slammed into the shield and dissipated after three seconds.
"Alas..." The Snake Woman, Chao Tianxiang, let out a long sigh. She looked at Zhao Wuji with reluctance and said, "Forget it. We lose."
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