boyutpedia Chapter 439 Night 7 Wind vs. Meng Yiran
Chapter 439 Night 7 Wind vs. Meng Yiran
Chapter 439 Night Seven Wind vs. Meng Yiran
Tang San's face darkened, feeling utterly ashamed. He screamed inwardly, "Is it my fault I'm ugly? Does being ugly mean I have no rights?"
No, I'm just a little average-looking, I'm by no means ugly.
How dare you call me ugly?! Damn it!
At this moment, the slight goodwill that Tang San had felt for Meng Yiran vanished without a trace, replaced by intense disgust. He wished he could throw all the hidden weapons from "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night" at her and smear them all over her face.
Although Ye Qifeng was somewhat taken aback, he was secretly overjoyed and silently gave Meng Yiran a thumbs up.
"Pfft—"
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but chuckle softly, but immediately realized it was inappropriate and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Her beautiful black eyes swept back and forth between Ye Qifeng and Tang San, and also glanced at Dai Mubai, Oscar and others present, before finally settling on Ye Qifeng's face.
Her brother Ye is definitely the most handsome.
Let alone that ugly Tang San, not a single man present could compare to her Brother Ye.
Staring at Ye Qifeng's handsome face, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly began to beat faster uncontrollably.
Fortunately, no one was paying attention to her at that moment, otherwise they would have noticed that her fair and delicate cheeks were now flushed.
Tang San, on the other hand, was now covered in shadows, resembling the bottom of a pitch-black pot.
If Xiao Wu hadn't stopped him and comforted him with, "Xiao San, you'll always be the most handsome in my heart!"
He couldn't help but want to take action.
The scene became quite awkward for a moment.
Seeing Tang San rejected by Meng Yiran, Dai Mubai wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to do so. He struggled to hold back his laughter and had to exert a lot of effort to suppress it.
However, as funny as it was, he still stepped forward and said to Meng Yiran:
"Okay, we'll do it your way."
After saying this, Dai Mubai quickly pulled Zhao Wuji, whose brows were already furrowed, and explained to him why he had agreed to the other party's request.
Then he described Ye Qifeng's strength to Zhao Wuji in detail, and also mentioned that he had offended Ye Qifeng at the Rose Hotel a few days ago and was beaten up by him.
Then he also summoned Tang San and recounted to Zhao Wuji the battle between Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ye Qifeng.
Upon hearing Dai Mubai and Tang San's description of Ye Qifeng's strength, Zhao Wuji was extremely surprised. After discussing for a moment, the three of them reached a consensus and decided to entrust the duel to Ye Qifeng.
The three then called Oscar over and explained the situation to him.
Oscar naturally had no objections.
He already had a good impression of Ye Qifeng, and now that he knew Ye Qifeng was stronger than Dai Mubai and Tang San, he naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
Since Ye Qifeng is so strong, if he were to take action, wouldn't obtaining the Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Serpent Soul Ring be a piece of cake? How wonderful!
Oscar was very happy.
A moment later, Zhao Wuji, along with Tang San and Oscar, arrived in front of Ye Qifeng.
Dai Mubai didn't come; perhaps he was traumatized and didn't dare face Ye Qifeng.
"What are you doing here??"
Seeing Zhao Wuji, Tang San, and Oscar standing in front of him, Ye Qifeng was slightly taken aback. He wondered if they were really going to make him fight Meng Yiran.
Zhao Wuji scratched the back of his head and said somewhat embarrassedly:
"Hey, young man Ye Qifeng, could we ask you for a favor?"
Ye Qifeng glanced at them:
"You want me to fight this match in Oscar's place?"
"Yes."
Zhao Wuji nodded:
"Look, that little girl specifically asked to fight you. How about you fight for us?"
Please.
Oscar blinked his charming eyes, clasped his hands together in a gesture of supplication to Ye Qifeng, and his stubble-covered face was full of entreaty.
"Aren't you afraid I'll deliberately throw the game and lose?"
Ye Qifeng looked at the three of them calmly, and instead of answering immediately, he asked with a smile.
"With your abilities, there's no way you could lose."
Tang San replied, his eyes fixed on Ye Qifeng.
"It seems Dai Mubai said something to you, but it doesn't matter."
Ye Qifeng glanced at Dai Mubai, who was looking up at the sky not far away, smiled faintly, and then gave Tang San a meaningful look.
Ye Qifeng was naturally aware of the hidden meaning in Tang San's words. It was nothing more than a sign that he didn't trust him and that he was watching to prevent him from going easy on Tang San.
Ye Qifeng didn't really care about this.
Tang San realized that Ye Qifeng had seen through his thoughts, so he lowered his head and remained silent.
"Okay, I agree."
Ye Qifeng nodded. In any case, even if he didn't make a move, Meng Yiran wouldn't be able to obtain the soul ring of the Phoenix Tail Crested Serpent. Since that was the case, he might as well go and play with her.
"Haha, thank you very much, young brother. Shrek Academy will surely repay you handsomely afterward."
Zhao Wuji wasn't one for mincing words. He was overjoyed, laughed heartily, and immediately promised a generous reward.
As for what kind of reward, that's Shrek Academy's business, and he can't interfere. Anyway, Dean Flander will take care of it, so let him worry about it.
"No need for any reward or anything, anyway, Shrek Academy doesn't have anything of value."
Ye Qifeng shook his head and bluntly stated the truth.
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Zhao Wuji, Tang San, and Oscar were all speechless.
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Not long after.
The group cleared a space in the room.
Zhao Wuji and Snake Granny Chaotianxiang stood on opposite sides of the open space, their gazes fixed intently on the center of the arena, in case of any unexpected incidents.
After all, a fight can be dangerous, and we can't let the two of them get into a fight that could cost them their lives. We should just make sure they stop when they've made their point.
The two also had to expend some energy to be constantly vigilant about potential dangers, as this was the Star Dou Great Forest, a gathering place for countless wild soul beasts, where danger could strike at any moment.
Ye Qifeng and Meng Yiran stood in the center of the arena, facing each other.
"Battle begins."
Zhu Zhuqing, who temporarily took on the role of host, spoke succinctly, waving her hand to signal the start, and then quickly disappeared offstage.
Neither Ye Qifeng nor Meng Yiran introduced themselves.
This isn't the Soul Arena, so there are no outdated rules like having to state your name, martial spirit, and soul power level before engaging in a battle. Concealing your true strength is the most important thing.
"Activate your Martial Soul."
Meng Yiran waved her snake staff, pointing it at Ye Qifeng opposite her. Her small mouth, painted with light purple lip gloss, parted slightly, and a light, melodious voice rang out.
"No need, just take care of yourself. Come on."
Ye Qifeng smiled faintly, shook his head, and casually assumed a defensive stance, silently thinking to himself:
"It's not my intention to bully a little girl, but I need to follow Shrek Academy right now. Sorry, I'll compensate you with a spirit ring later. For now, I'll be your sparring partner."
"Hmph, you'll regret this!"
Meng Yiran was somewhat annoyed. "You don't even have a martial spirit, yet you look down on me?"
Since that's the case, I'll just refrain from using my soul skills for now.
Without further ado, she snorted coldly, exerted force with her feet, and shot out, her long leg striking towards Ye Qifeng's head.
Seeing the long, slender leg coming at him, Ye Qifeng didn't dodge. Instead, he calmly raised an arm to block it.
Meng Yiran was slightly surprised. She had used seven or eight tenths of her strength in her whip kick, yet it was blocked by the opponent with a casual reach. This surprised her.
Meng Yiran's expression did not change.
However, her subsequent attacks perfectly revealed her resentment.
In the center of the arena, Meng Yiran moved swiftly, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce. With her fists and feet combined with her two-meter-long snake staff, she unleashed all her attack methods, except for her soul skills, towards Ye Qifeng.
Meng Yiran looks petite and frail, but her punches and kicks are incredibly powerful. She also wields her two-meter-long snake-head cane with great force, demonstrating excellent combat skills.
Clearly, she was not what Zhao Wuji had imagined—a pampered hothouse flower with little practical combat ability.
Meng Yiran's attacks were sharp, cunning, and extremely threatening.
However, she was still no match for Ye Qifeng; her attacks couldn't break through his defenses at all.
His fists were blocked by palm strikes, his legs were stopped by swinging arms, and his snake staff was evaded by his mysterious and skillful movements.
After exchanging dozens of blows, Meng Yiran's breathing became rapid, while Ye Qifeng remained motionless, his breathing steady.
After several dozen more moves, Meng Yiran was already panting heavily, and her fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Ye Qifeng remained relaxed and at ease, showing no signs of fatigue.
By this point, Meng Yiran had clearly realized that the incredibly handsome man opposite her, whose looks were so captivating, was just as strong as he was—abnormally powerful.
The spirit ring was right in front of him. As long as he absorbed it, he could smoothly advance to the level of a three-ring spirit master. The phoenix-tailed crested snake originally belonged to him, but after he was injured, someone else beat him to it, which was already infuriating enough.
Is it possible that we might lose this fight?
No, how could she admit defeat?
Grandma is still watching me. I can't lose, and I won't lose.
"I'm about to unleash my soul skill, so you'd better watch out!"
Meng Yiran took a deep breath. Next, she had to use her soul skill. Her opponent was very strong, and without using her soul skill, she really couldn't break through his defense.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qifeng dodged Meng Yiran's relentless attacks and deliberately created distance, giving her an opportunity to unleash her soul skills.
Seeing her opponent widen the distance, Meng Yiran snorted coldly, and her two spirit rings suddenly flashed at the same time.
"First Soul Skill, Tongue Blade!"
"Second Soul Skill, Serpent Body!"
With a cold snort, Meng Yiran activated both of her spirit ring skills simultaneously.
Her second soul skill, Serpent Body, granted her the flexibility and speed of a snake. With a sudden sway, she dashed towards Ye Qifeng like lightning.
At the same time, she pointed the snake-headed cane in her hand directly at Ye Qifeng and unleashed her first soul skill, Snake Blade.
From the snake head at the top of the serpent staff, a two-foot-long tongue blade shot out, instantly closing the distance between them and Ye Qifeng.
The tongue blade was clearly covered in deadly poison, its surface a dazzling blue that exuded a deadly threat.
In an instant, Meng Yiran's snake staff transformed into several snake shadows, carrying surging and domineering soul power, almost covering all the space where Ye Qifeng could dodge.
However, this was nothing to Ye Qifeng. With his Soul Saint level cultivation and extraordinary spiritual perception, he could naturally see through the truth.
The several beams of light and shadow conjured by the serpent staff were not all real, but they couldn't be called fake either. One of the beams of light and shadow was the serpent staff itself, only rapidly shifting between reality and illusion.
The essence of the Serpent Blade soul skill lies in its blend of truth and falsehood, and in what makes it so powerful.
The suddenly growing serpentine blade arrived extremely abruptly, reaching Ye Qifeng in the blink of an eye.
Faced with the attack of the snake blade, Ye Qifeng did not dodge significantly, but simply shifted his foot slightly to one angle.
At the same time, his hand was covered with a barely perceptible layer of soul power, and he suddenly stretched forward, grabbing at one of the snake shadows in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterward, to Meng Yiran's astonishment, Ye Qifeng grabbed the snake-head cane by its seven-inch mark.
Meng Yiran's martial soul is the Serpent Staff. Although it is a weapon martial soul, it also possesses all the attributes of a snake, with its weakness being its seven-inch mark.
Once his vital spot was seized, all the snake shadows vanished instantly, never to return.
Meng Yiran watched helplessly as her invincible first soul skill was easily neutralized by Ye Qifeng. She was stunned for a moment, and her beautiful blue-gray eyes widened involuntarily, filled with disbelief.
But she quickly realized that she did not want to admit defeat. She instantly exerted force with both hands, and her soul power surged out of her body, trying to pull the snake staff back from Ye Qifeng's hand. At the same time, she urged the snake blade to spew out again.
However.
Meng Yiran did not get what she wanted.
No matter how hard she tried or how much she channeled her soul power, she couldn't pull the snake staff back.
Instead, it was snatched away by Ye Qifeng.
Looking at her empty hands, Meng Yiran stood there stunned.
With her martial spirit taken away and the snake staff gone, she naturally lost her stronger means of attack.
Even if she could resummon her martial soul after dispelling it, she wouldn't have enough soul power to sustain it anymore, and she lost.
"I lost."
Meng Yiran suddenly looked up at Ye Qifeng, who was holding her martial spirit, and gritted her teeth. No matter how unwilling she was, she could only admit defeat.
The gap in strength between her and her opponent seems quite large.
"Senior Snake Granny, how should I put it? It seems like we won this fight."
Zhao Wuji, who was in charge of supervising and guarding from the sidelines, looked at Chaotianxiang on the other side.
"A loss is a loss. My grandfather and I are willing to accept defeat. The thousand-year-old phoenix-tailed crested snake is yours."
Snake Granny's face was somewhat unpleasant, and her wrinkled face exuded a hint of coldness, but she controlled herself well and did not lash out, replying to Zhao Wuji indifferently.
However, his tone had clearly lost its initial politeness.
(End of this chapter)