"Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers!"
Dugu Feng's hands moved like butterflies through flowers as his third and fourth attacks followed in quick succession.
Standing on the Soul Duel Stage, his gaze was sharp as he continuously shot out fine rays from his hands, as if performing a Soul Skill.
In truth, after the third attack, his meridians had already begun to heat up.
He hurriedly mobilized the energy from his Core Pearl to protect his meridians, allowing him to continue his assault.
It seems my meridians still need further strengthening, Dugu Feng thought to himself.
His cold eyes remained fixed on the figures in the air.
Just the force of Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers has you struggling to keep up, and my true strength lies in poison.
He knew clearly that Feng Ling, Feng Li, and Ning Rongrong were about to be poisoned.
"This Dugu Feng is truly astonishing! He only awakened his Martial Soul half a year ago, yet his Soul Skills already possess such formidable offensive power!"
Ge Ying, watching from below the stage, was at a loss for words. Dugu Feng was simply too monstrous.
Even more shocked was a disgruntled young girl with green eyes and short deep purple hair.
This was Dugu Yan.
Is Dugu Feng really this powerful?
Dugu Yan couldn't believe it. She had already become a Great Soul Master, having recently obtained her second Spirit Ring.
But according to her grandfather's arrangement, her second Soul Skill was Azure Phosphorus Blue Poison, also called Paralysis Poison, which eliminated pain and increased defense by thirty percent—an enhancement skill.
Her first Soul Skill was Jade Phosphorous Scarlet Poison, also called Excitement Poison, which stimulated nerves to increase attack power and speed by twenty percent.
Her grandfather's reasoning was that she would follow the control path, and these two skills formed the foundation for control-type Soul Masters.
They could both enhance teammates and lay the groundwork for forming a domain.
But seeing Dugu Feng's sharp poison attacks now left her stunned.
Are we even cultivating the same Martial Soul?
She was utterly confused. Compared to Dugu Feng's Soul Skills, hers seemed like trash.
She would definitely have to ask her grandfather about this tonight.
Back on the Soul Duel Stage.
After Dugu Feng unleashed twelve fine rays for the fourth time, Feng Ling and Feng Li's Sword Formation finally collapsed.
The force behind Dugu Feng's Azure Phosphorus Violet Venom was one thing.
But the real danger was how it dispersed into poisonous mist after being released.
This scattered mist wasn't as dense as when sprayed directly from the mouth, but it was far more insidious.
Against the Soul Power defenses of Ning Rongrong, Feng Ling, and Feng Li, they were completely at the poison's mercy.
Taking advantage of the collision's impact, the poison mist had quietly taken effect.
At this point, Feng Ling and Feng Li could no longer control the Light Swords that kept them airborne.
The more impressive they had acted earlier, the more pathetic they looked now.
The Light Swords wobbled unsteadily as they descended, sending Feng Ling and Feng Li tumbling to the ground, while Ning Rongrong fell flat on her face—any semblance of grace long gone.
Dugu Feng, meanwhile, approached the trio with effortless ease.
"Stay back! We surrender!" Feng Li's face flushed red with panic.
His meridians ached all over, his head swam, and he was barely coherent.
He thought Dugu Feng was coming to attack them further.
"Dugu Feng, don't go too far! If you really kill us, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School won't let you off!" Feng Ling blustered, his voice lacking conviction.
The pain had driven both of them to lose their senses. This was just a Soul Duel—there was no way Dugu Feng would actually kill them.
Ning Rongrong, however, remained much calmer than the two brothers.
"Are you sure you don't need me to detoxify you?" Dugu Feng smirked.
Only then did the Feng brothers snap out of it. "Yes, yes!" they pleaded, staring at Dugu Feng with desperate eyes.
"Heh. Endure it!"
Dugu Feng approached Feng Ling, extending his right hand. The Nine-Section Jadeite swiftly bit down on Feng Ling's hand.
The Nine-Section Jadeite had already grown to its adult length—about five inches.
For a small snake, five inches marked full maturity, wrapping just over two loops around a wrist.
Moreover, over these three months, the two Nine-Section Jadeites had grown significantly stronger.
Their Soul Power and physical strength had reached the level of a three-hundred-year Spirit Beast.
It had to be said that integrating them into the Core Pearl's circulation cycle was a brilliant move—practically like cheating.
Now, as the Nine-Section Jadeite's Soul Power flowed, its fangs emitted a suction force, drawing out all the toxins.
Next was Feng Li.
Finally, Dugu Feng approached Ning Rongrong, teasing, "I'm using a snake to detoxify you. It'll hurt a little—bear with it. Don't be scared!"
Ning Rongrong wasn't that frightened. Suppressing her dizziness, she gritted out resentfully, "Dugu Feng, over these three months, I've kept snakes, spiders, and centipedes in my room. I've already overcome my fear of these kinds of Spirit Beasts.
Do you really think I'm still the same person I was three months ago?
Go ahead and bite!"
With that, she fixed her gaze unwaveringly on the Nine-Section Jadeite. No one knew that while pushing the Feng brothers in their training, she had also put in tremendous effort herself.
Others only saw her as a spoiled little princess.
But she refused to see herself that way—she wanted to rely on her own strength.
The Nine-Section Jadeite's crimson eyes locked onto Ning Rongrong's right hand. It had never seen skin so fair and tender.
Chomp. It bit down.
Ning Rongrong clenched her teeth hard but kept her eyes wide open, never looking away.
Overcoming fear wasn't just empty talk for her.
Soon, the detoxification was complete.
"I'll give you the prize I owe you as soon as possible," Ning Rongrong said coldly.
"No rush. I trust you won't go back on your word, Rongrong."
Dugu Feng's tone was light as he stepped off the Soul Duel Stage.
This time, neither Ning Rongrong nor the Feng brothers dared to demand that Dugu Feng call her "boss" anymore. Even the thickest-skinned would falter after losing twice.
Words couldn't salvage their pride now.
Feng Ling and Feng Li stole a glance at Ning Rongrong and inwardly groaned—was their boss still not giving up?
Indeed, Ning Rongrong hadn't given up.
The path of cultivation was long. She refused to believe Dugu Feng could remain this strong forever.
If she couldn't defeat him in the short term, she'd train harder for a while.
She would make Dugu Feng submit.
Offstage.
Wherever Dugu Feng walked, the other students instinctively cleared a path, avoiding him like the plague.
Poison was always feared, let alone the lethality of his Poison Art.
His gaze landed on Dugu Yan not far away. Their eyes met, but Dugu Yan only gave him an indifferent glance before turning away with Ye Lingling.
She really treats our branch as enemies…
What exactly had happened between his grandfather and Dugu Bo?
Dugu Feng was deeply curious.
Perhaps he should return home tonight and ask his father, Dugu Shuo, about the old secrets. After all, Dugu Shuo saw him as the family's pride—he'd surely tell him.
Night fell.
Dugu Yan returned to Dugu Mansion, her mind heavy with thoughts.
She was eager to ask her grandfather why Dugu Feng's Soul Skills were so powerful, while she could only consecutively apply two enhancement-type Soul Skills.
"Yan Yan, why do you look so upset? Who dared to bully my Yan Yan? I'll go settle accounts with them." Seeing Dugu Yan distracted, Dugu Bo showed concern on his face.
"Grandfather, no one bullied me. I saw Dugu Feng again at school today. He had a Soul Duel with two boys from the Wind Sword Sect." Dugu Yan hugged Dugu Bo's arm and recounted the details of their duel.
At first, Dugu Bo wore a smile, but gradually his expression turned grave.