The moment five soul rings gleamed under Lucien's feet—three purple, two black—the whole arena almost went blind.
"F-Five?"
"Twelve years old… Soul King?!"
"Are you kidding me? This is a fart!"
Even Emperor Xue Ye leaned forward, the shock breaking his normally composed face.
On Kamikaze Academy's side, Feng Xiaotian's scalp went numb. Yu Tianheng had warned him before: Lucien is already a Soul King.
He had laughed it off, thinking Tianheng was exaggerating.
But now, staring at those rings… his guts twisted into knots.
What kind of monster is this?!
"Captain, which formation do we use?!" one teammate stammered.
"…Fight each!" Feng Xiaotian barked. But his face was grim.
What formation? What tactics? Against this thing, any plan was smoke in the wind.
He could only pray Emperor Xue Ye's presence would prevent Lucien from humiliating him too badly.
…
The spectators couldn't resist laughter.
"Hahaha! Look at Feng Xiaotian's face—like someone stole his pants!"
"Usually struts around, now he looks ready to cry."
"Poetic justice!"
…
Beside him, Ning Rongrong and Meng Yiran clung to Lucien's arms nervously. "Lucien Big Brother! Calm down, the match hasn't even started yet—!"
But Lucien's drunken gaze had already locked onto Feng Xiaotian. To him, these weren't opponents. They were fine jugs of wine waiting to be uncorked.
The referee hesitated, then yelled, "Begin!"
Lucien charged.
Whoosh, whoosh—!
The five players of Kamikaze instantly shot fifty meters into the air, wings of wind carrying them out of reach.
The last two, grounded assault-type Soul Masters, blinked. …You kidding me?
Before they could curse their airborne teammates for abandoning them, Lucien's foot was already in their chests.
Boom—boom!
Both flew like broken dolls, slammed unconscious out of bounds.
Lucien tilted his head back up. "Oi! You five brats, stop hiding. Come fight!"
"Go down? Are you insane?!" the airborne Kamikaze boys thought in unison, horrified by what had just happened.
Lucien turned. "Yufeng! Go drag those bastards down for me."
Yufeng froze mid-step, face pale. Brother Lu Yuan, stop messing around! Do you think I'm you?
But Lucien's glare darkened. "What, you planning to let them ruin my wine?!"
"No way!"
His third ring lit.
Sword Array!
Kaka-ka—!
Hundreds of Soul Power blades materialized, raining down like a storm.
Kamikaze's captain grit his teeth, flapping to evade. "Don't panic! Their Academy only has one anti-air method. Target the others on the ground!"
But before he could feel smug—
Two of his teammates screamed as the blades curved midair, impaling them and dragging them down.
"What—?!" Feng Xiaotian spun, face whitening. Out of his seven-man team, only three remained airborne.
And then Lucien's eyes narrowed. The Sword Array twisted—
Polar Sword Array!
The blades bent mid-drop, curved upward like hunting falcons, and slashed toward Feng Xiaotian's trio from below.
The explosions of their passage resounded across the arena.
"Create-your-own skill?" Ning Fengzhi said softly from the stands, eyes gleaming with pride.
Shock swept the audience. Even Sect Masters called it impressive?!
The three Kamikaze flyers scrambled. But dodging was far harder when pincered above and below.
"Captain, this is hopeless!"
"Shut up!" Feng Xiaotian barked desperately. "We can't surrender in front of everyone!"
But his teammates' courage cracked. Two more were speared down, groaning as blades nailed them to the ground.
"Captain, survive yourself! We can't hold anymore!"
Now, only Feng Xiaotian remained in the air.
He roared, activating both first and fourth abilities: Gale Slash, Devil-Wolf Storm! Tornado blades erupted, hacking the incoming swords to shreds. For a moment, he held his ground.
Only for a shadow to appear beside him.
"W-what—?!" He turned.
It was Yufeng.
Remembering how Lucien had ordered him earlier, Yufeng flapped his wings, unleashing his own technique: Tempest Surge!
A massive blue bird of energy swooped down at Feng Xiaotian.
"You bastard! Even you?!" Feng Xiaotian screamed, activating his Dual Wolf Possession to counter.
But something was wrong.
His ankle suddenly jerked. Hard.
He looked down.
His soul left his body.
Lucien grinned below, one hand clamped around his ankle. "Oi, brat. See how far you fly now."
Boom—!
With monstrous might, he yanked Feng Xiaotian from midair and smashed him into the floor.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He slammed him again. And again. The arena shook as if a giant hammered it.
Up in the stands, spectators clutched their guts.
"Feng Xiaotian's… done!"
"I think he's literally been beaten until the crap came out!"
"Mercy! Mercy!"
Across from them, Blazing Academy's team paled. Huo Wu, proud and fierce, swallowed hard.
"B-Brother… do we really have to fight that monster next?"
Huo Wushuang's face was ashen. "Don't worry too much, I heard he never hits girls."
Huo Wu exhaled in relief. "…Good."
Then she blinked, looking at her brother. "Wait. Don't you count as a person too?"
Huo Wushuang nearly cried.
"I swear, whichever bastard made him participate this year…" his voice cracked, "—Cao! We came to compete, not to die!"
The Blaze team stared at the wreckage of Kamikaze Academy, hearts cold.
With this monster here… this whole tournament is a fart.
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