The one who rushed out was none other than Fast Blade Wan Tianqi, who had closely followed Zhao Youyue across the river. It seemed he had ultimately abandoned his teammates and come alone.
Wan Tianqi charged out fiercely, only to suddenly find a large group of people staring at him, leaving him momentarily stunned.
When he saw Jiang Chen and Zhao Youyue not far away, a thick look of disappointment immediately appeared on his face.
In the end, he was still slower than Zhao Youyue, and what the hell was that kid?
When he had crossed the river earlier, Jiang Chen had still been hidden among the crowd. Later in the swamp, he had taken a different path, so he had never witnessed Jiang Chen's strength.
Now, seeing Jiang Chen suddenly appear here, he was utterly shocked.
Wan Tianqi quickly walked over to the instructor and secured third place in this assessment.
"Hey, someone else is coming." The lecherous old man looked toward the mist again.
In less than ten minutes, this person burst out, crossing even faster than Wan Tianqi just now.
"Not bad." The lecherous old man commented while eyeing the youth's pants.
The one who rushed out was precisely Gong Yin, the one Jiang Chen most wanted to kill—the one who had shot several arrows at him from behind.
After Gong Yin emerged, he was momentarily stunned to see so many people in front of him. Then, he caught sight of a figure darting over from not far to his side, blocking his path of retreat.
He immediately turned around, and the moment he saw clearly who it was, his expression changed drastically. He warily retreated toward the instructor's direction.
Jiang Chen's speed made him extremely wary, and Jiang Chen's terrifying defensive power shocked him even more. He had released two soul skills in succession earlier and still failed to harm Jiang Chen.
He didn't know how many more tricks Jiang Chen had up his sleeve. Being cautious by nature, he naturally wouldn't choose to fight Jiang Chen head-on.
Jiang Chen had no reservations. His martial soul possessed his body, a purple soul ring appeared, and he roared: "Youyue."
The moment Jiang Chen dashed out, Zhao Youyue had already followed, though her speed was a bit slower. Hearing Jiang Chen's shout now, she immediately understood his intention.
As she ran, her martial soul was released. Although it was still daytime, under her moon martial soul, her figure became hazy and indistinct, and her body crashed into Jiang Chen's embrace.
Almost the instant Gong Yin began to retreat warily, Jiang Chen and Zhao Youyue completed their martial soul fusion skill. Endless rolling ink-black mist instantly covered a range of more than ten meters around them, enveloping Gong Yin within.
"Martial soul fusion skill!" Qingqing exclaimed in shock.
The others watching the rolling black mist were all stunned. As instructors, they had taught countless genius youths and were very clear on how rare martial soul fusion skills were.
In all the years the boot camp had been held, only the previous session had produced one martial soul fusion skill, that of Hu Liena and Xie Yue's bewitching one.
Yet this session had produced another one, and this fusion skill was somewhat similar to Hu Liena's; it was also a range-type fusion skill.
But what shocked them even more was the purple soul ring on Jiang Chen. They had seen martial soul fusion skills before, but a first soul ring being a thousand-year-old one? They had never seen such a thing, not even heard of it.
No matter who it was, at this moment, all the instructors were dumbfounded, including Wan Tianqi, who had just come out. Qingqing's mouth gaped wide open as she murmured.
"We absolutely cannot let him die!" Qingqing suddenly grabbed Long Shan and shook him vigorously, even forgetting that this was her respected boss.
"He won't die." Long Shan replied instinctively.
Though their cultivation was powerful, at this moment their vision could not penetrate that patch of black mist.
The black mist was like a man-devouring demon, continuously rolling and roaring.
Within the black mist, Gong Yin's expression changed greatly, his heart pounding wildly. Of course, he recognized what this was.
"Martial soul fusion skill!" Fear reached its peak in his heart.
One Zhao Youyue alone had already made him wary, and now there was an additional Jiang Chen, and they had even released a martial soul fusion skill.
That was a martial soul fusion skill, one plus one far greater than two.
"Kid, all the instructors are watching here. You dare to murder in public?" Gong Yin shouted, his voice fierce but inwardly weak.
Within this black mist, countless resentful thoughts assaulted his mind, making his spirit extremely chaotic and causing him to lose all sense of direction.
The endless darkness filled him with terror. He held his palm right in front of his eyes and still couldn't see it, such was the thickness of the black mist.
The black mist could not completely block sound, but when it reached the outside, it had already been greatly weakened. Everyone heard Gong Yin's panicked shouts.
Jiang Chen's voice rang out from all directions: "Instructor Long said earlier that killing is not allowed inside the city, but he never said killing is not allowed outside the city. Moreover, I already asked for his opinion just now, and he agreed to let me kill you."
Gong Yin's face began to turn pale. He gripped his martial soul greatbow tightly, but Jiang Chen's voice coming from all directions left him with no target to attack.
He ran frantically, yet it felt as if he were merely marking time in place; he couldn't escape this terrifying black mist.
What terrified him most was that the intensely resentful thoughts kept battering his mind, gradually giving rise to a murderous impulse within him, and his own consciousness began to slowly blur.
Moreover, the blood in his body boiled, as if drawn by something, urging him to rush outward.
His entire skin turned red, threads of blood began seeping from his pores, even his eyeballs were covered in thick blood vessels, and blood oozed from the corners of his eyes.
In just a few minutes, without Jiang Chen even attacking, he was already on the verge of being unable to endure.
"Ah..." Gong Yin screamed madly, no longer able to bear this torturous fear. The soul rings on his body lit up continuously as arrows shot wildly in all directions.
Jiang Chen easily dodged Gong Yin's aimless barrage and continued to provoke him: "It's useless. As long as you're within the range of my skill, you'll never be able to hit me."
Gong Yin roared frantically, his nerves on the verge of complete collapse.
"I know I was wrong, spare me, please let me live. I'm willing to serve you like an ox or a horse." Clutching his head in agony, he knelt, the last sliver of his consciousness still holding on.
Jiang Chen approached Gong Yin, seized his neck in one grip, and lifted him.
His mind already on the verge of collapse, Gong Yin at this moment had no strength to resist.
"Give me... a quick... death." He said haltingly.
Jiang Chen said nothing. His sharp nails sliced through Gong Yin's skin, and the boiling blood inside Gong Yin finally found an outlet, gushing madly toward the wound.
The blood did not fall to the ground but hovered in midair, rapidly converging toward Jiang Chen's body and seeping into his skin.
As the blood seeped in, Jiang Chen felt an incomparable satisfaction. An intensely powerful bloodthirst erupted within him, and he couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a long howl.
Outside, all the instructors wore grave expressions, stunned by Jiang Chen and Zhao Youyue's martial soul fusion skill.
"So evil, such intense resentment." Long Shan couldn't help murmuring.