Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 439 - 412: This Is Your Fate

"Thud!"

Following the sound of a bell.

The second round, the arena challenge match, began!

Wind-Fire Academy had a total of thirty-eight people.

Whereas, Tai’a Academy had twenty-nine.

In terms of numbers, Wind-Fire Academy held an absolute advantage.

But...

Overall, Tai’a Academy was clearly stronger.

Apart from Qin Qing, Cang Yuan, Zhu Linglong, and Zhong Hongwen, the others were almost certain to have no chance against the disciples from Tai’a Academy.

However, no one backed down.

Everyone resolutely decided to participate in this elimination round.

The drawing of lots began swiftly.

Among the thirty-eight from Wind-Fire Academy, twenty-nine were randomly selected to battle the twenty-nine from Tai’a Academy!

The results of the draw came out quickly.

"Damn it!"

Qin Qing frowned, rather helplessly, as he did not draw a lot for the first round.

That meant, Qin Qing could not take part in the first round of the elimination match.

Zhu Linglong was also omitted.

That meant two of their most promising four were going to sit out during the first round of the eliminations.

The arena matches commenced.

The first round: Du Lingfeng from Wind-Fire Academy against Liu Yuanhuai from Tai’a Academy.

Liu Yuanhuai stepped onto the stage.

His gaze provocatively swept over the disciples of the Wind-Fire Academy.

When he saw Qin Qing, a cold sneer appeared on Liu Yuanhuai’s face.

Then, Du Lingfeng emerged from the ranks of the Wind-Fire Academy disciples and leapt onto the arena.

"Wind-Fire Academy, Du Lingfeng!" Du Lingfeng greeted Liu Yuanhuai with a bow.

However, what met him was a cold sneer from Liu Yuanhuai.

"Those about to die have no need for so much nonsense!" With a wave of his hand, Liu Yuanhuai summoned a Flying Sword to hover before him, its blade rising and falling as its edge seethed with energy.

Arrogant!

This Liu Yuanhuai was not ordinarily arrogant!

Qin Qing narrowed his eyes as he watched Liu Yuanhuai.

In the first round, he had seen Liu Yuanhuai among the Tai’a Academy disciples, launching threatening attacks, and of the five Wind-Fire Academy disciples who had died, apart from the four killed by the burst of power from a Spiritual Array unleashed by an Array Plate, the only other casualty had been at the hands of this Liu Yuanhuai.

Liu Yuanhuai was indeed very sly and despicable.

Qin Qing had wanted to kill him in the first round, but he never got the chance.

This Liu Yuanhuai was also very cautious.

Knowing that Tai’a Academy had little hope of winning in the first round, he kept to the back, striking sleazily.

But now, it was the second round.

He could go all out, throwing heavy punches!

Anger surged within Du Lingfeng; he uttered no more words as his Martial Soul manifested.

His Martial Soul was an ice-blue Ice Tiger.

"Huff huff!"

Upon his Martial Soul’s manifestation. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The surrounding air immediately cooled.

"Roar!"

The Ice Tiger let out a roar.

A wave of Martial Soul Power instantly enveloped Du Lingfeng.

He swung his long staff fiercely, sending out a sweep.

Countless staff shadows appeared densely in the air.

Each swing seemed to carry the roar of a fierce tiger, and even the very space around him was rippled by the power unleashed by the staff.

"Hmph!"

Liu Yuanhuai snorted coldly, his eyes flickering with disdain as he too manifested his Martial Soul, and with another wave of his hand, the Flying Sword in front of him howled forth, its edge bursting with wave after wave of force in an instant.

In a flash, Sword Qi proliferated, almost like forming a Sword Qi River.

"Whirl!"

The sword light instantly engulfed the staff shadows.

The next moment.

Suddenly, all was quiet.

Upon the arena, Du Lingfeng now stood in place, a vertical would about an inch long appeared on his forehead.

A trace of crimson seeped from this wound.

His mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could articulate it, more and more blood started to gush from the wound on his forehead.

At the same time, his life force was also quickly draining away.

"Boom!"

Then, Du Lingfeng collapsed backward onto the arena.

Du Lingfeng was dead.

He didn’t even manage to parry a single strike from Liu Yuanhuai!

The difference in strength between the two was too vast.

Qin Qing’s eyebrows knit together slightly.

Liu Yuanhuai’s strength was indeed formidable.

He himself was at the Golden Core Late Stage, and he possessed incredible talent—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to reach the eighth level of the Wind-Fire Tower.

The last time at the Wind-Fire Tower, Qin Qing could already sense the dangerously strong aura emanating from Liu Yuanhuai.

And so much time had passed since then, Liu Yuanhuai’s strength had grown even stronger!

"Not even worth one strike!"

A cold smirk formed on Liu Yuanhuai’s lips as he indifferently looked down at Du Lingfeng, who lay on the ground.

Following that, a thunderous cheer erupted from the disciples of Tai’a Academy.

In the first round, they were too harshly suppressed.

And now, they had finally seized an opportunity to turn the tables.

As for the disciples from the Wind-Fire Academy, they gritted their teeth one by one.

The victory of the first round made them somewhat giddy, but now, the death of Du Lingfeng served as a grim reminder for them.

This round of fighting was going to be much more brutal for them than the first one.

In the first round, with people like Qin Qing and the use of the Battle Array, their fights were much easier.

But in this round, they had to face the disciples of Tai’a Academy one-on-one in the ring.

"For the second match, Tai’a Academy’s Du Jiuyue will face Wind-Fire Academy’s Mo Feiying."

The second match of the arena began swiftly.

Du Jiuyue and Mo Feiying quickly engaged in battle.

Qin Qing watched the combat on the platform, and as soon as the two exchanged blows, his brow furrowed slightly as he shook his head imperceptibly.

After three moves, Qin Qing was certain that Mo Feiying was doomed to lose.

Moreover, the situation was extremely dangerous.

Qin Qing recognized Mo Feiying as a disciple who often followed Feng Wangjing closely.

He was a very humble person, somewhat reticent, but very diligent in his actions.

During battle formation drills, Mo Feiying had been extremely earnest, even coming to Qin Qing privately in the middle of the night to ask questions he did not understand.

What a pity...

No sooner had Qin Qing’s thoughts emerged than the fight on the platform came to an end.

Mo Feiying was defeated, pierced through by a spear from Du Jiuyue.

Du Jiuyue hoisted Mo Feiying’s entire body on his long spear, and blood continuously flowed from Mo Feiying’s chest, running down the spear and dripping onto the platform.

"You waste from Wind-Fire Academy, can you see clearly now? This is your fate!"

With a scornful look in his eyes, Du Jiuyue provocatively swept his gaze over the disciples of Wind-Fire Academy.

Then, he shook the spear in his hand.

"Bang!"

A surge of violent force instantly shattered Mo Feiying’s corpse.

In an instant, blood, flesh, and bone flew in disarray.

Once again, the disciples of Tai’a Academy erupted into cheers.

In contrast, the atmosphere among the Wind-Fire Academy’s disciples grew even more somber.

Meanwhile, among the crowd of onlookers, some wept, some were in a daze, shouting Du Jiuyue’s name continuously.

These were Du Jiuyue’s relatives.

They had come to witness the battle of Tianyong with their own eyes.

But what they saw was Du Jiuyue brutally slain on the arena.

For Du Jiuyue’s relatives, it was a tremendously heavy blow.

The subsequent matches in the arena...

All ended with victory for Tai’a Academy.

Out of the first ten fights, Wind-Fire Academy only won one while Tai’a Academy claimed nine victories.

Seven disciples from Wind-Fire Academy died!

Two more were gravely injured and crippled, and the one fight they won was incredibly gruesome.

The victor of that arena match was none other than Feng Wangjing.

Feng Wangjing had more than a dozen wounds on his body, a hole completely through his abdomen, and one of his arms had been severed and was hanging by merely a flap of skin.

It was a Pyrrhic victory.

The eleventh match, Tai’a Academy’s Ouyang Kuang versus Cang Yuan.

This bout hadn’t even started, yet it already had everyone filled with anticipation.