Chapter 15: Epiphany Soul Technique

  Su Qingchen hadn't even reacted yet when Wang Xing suddenly pulled him out of the crowd, and that strange feeling from earlier also disappeared. He felt a little regretful in his heart, but at this time Su Qingchen also knew what was important, turned around and grabbed Wang Xing's hand with one hand, then squeezed it back, shaking off Wang Xing's pull.

  "Boss, hurry up, they're waiting for you to go on stage. Teacher Bingyu is anxious to the point of killing someone. Please, please hurry up and go, or we'll all be doomed." Wang Xing pleaded with Su Qingchen, looking worried.

  Su Qingchen rubbed his head, smiled apologetically, and was about to follow Wang Xing to participate in the competition when he suddenly heard a shout of surprise from behind him. He thought that the youth in green had successfully defeated the youth in black, and wanted to turn around to take a look, but unexpectedly saw the youth in black closing his eyes, with soul power continuously gathering in the palm of his hand, forming a war hammer spirit.

  This blow seemed slow, but it had a strong locking breath. No matter how the young man in green dodged, the war hammer would always appear on his head. The young man in green had no choice but to use the Nine Styles of Swordplay, lightly tapping the war hammer, trying to borrow momentum to turn around and attack the black-clad youth's body. Who knew that the war hammer would knock the young man in green directly to the ground with one blow, and it seemed impossible for him to get up and fight again.

  A dramatic ending left many people bewildered as to why the blue-clad youth lost to such an ordinary move in the end. Su Qingchen lowered his head and fell into deep thought, grasping the subtlety of the black-clad youth's final move in an instant, and also understanding why the blue-clad youth ultimately lost.

  The black-clad youth had been in a state of enlightenment since the beginning of the battle, perfectly grasping the fast and slow attacks of the green-clad youth. In the end, he gained insight into the strongest single blow, which was both fast and slow, making it impossible for others to dodge or judge. Most importantly, at the moment of epiphany, the black-clad youth suddenly broke through from level seven to level eight, truly a talented young man.

  Su Qingchen was lost in thought for a moment, when Wang Xing had already called over Fatso Liu Yun. The two of them sandwiched Su Qingchen and ran off, not giving him any chance to react. They arrived at the battle stage, where they only heard Ice Rain's voice saying "Hurry up and go on." Before he knew it, he was already flying out, and his butt successfully landed first, almost falling apart.

  Su Qingchen stood up gloomily, rubbed his buttocks and was about to scold someone when a middle-aged man at the edge of the battlefield said "Time's up, the match begins."

  As the sound rang out, a blood-red battle-axe came chopping towards him from the opposite side. Su Qingchen instantly froze, his mind involuntarily thinking, "Damn it, how did they arrange such a fierce and chubby girl for me? Her arm is as thick as my thigh!"

  When Su Qingchen was about to start the small difference, he heard a "susu" sound coming from above. Everyone was sweating for Su Qingchen. Was this kid stunned or scared stupid? The axe almost chopped his head off, but he still stared blankly. Is such a person participating in the competition? Hasn't anyone else signed up for the poor class this year?

  Wang Xing and others directly covered their eyes with their hands, really not wanting to see the miserable scene of the bloody battle stage. And on one side, the Ice Heart sisters also couldn't bear to close their eyes, only on one side, the white-clothed girl Xiaomeng was seriously watching the stage, her heart actually tense for Su Qingchen, almost shouting out loud.

  When the crimson axe was an inch from Su Qingchen's forehead, he moved. His body flashed and the axe head brushed past his shoulder. The momentum directly caused the attacking fatty to stumble forward. Su Qingchen generously dodged behind her and gave her a kick. As soon as the kick landed, Su Qingchen was bounced back several steps.

  My heart skipped a beat, this chubby girl is not simple at all, her combat experience is quite good. She actually used her soul power to withstand the blow from behind while her body was unstable, and then she borrowed the momentum to turn around and stomped her feet fiercely, stabilizing that plump figure of hers.

  Su Qingchen sighed and thought to herself that the quality of this arena was not bad, as there were no marks left on the ground from her stomping, which was quite impressive.

  "You little scamp, your speed isn't bad, but anyone who dares to play tricks on my beautiful flower girl will be split in two by me. I'll take a swing of my axe and cleave you with one strike!" As soon as the voice fell silent, Su Qingchen hadn't even had time to ask if it was Moldy Flower or No Flower when the crimson battle-axe appeared above her head.

  This time Su Qingchen didn't dare to be careless, dodging was not an option, the battle axe had already locked onto him. Unfortunately, his soul summoned a palm of his hand, and his soul power continuously merged into it. He swung his hand and made a slash in the air, at the moment when the small sword's soul spirit collided with the battle axe's soul spirit, Su Qingchen was bounced back several steps by the momentum, and only stopped himself from falling by crashing into the wall of soul power.

  Looking at the pleased little fatty, Su Qingchen put away his playful mood and a solemn expression appeared on his face. He knew that if he was careless, the axe would ruthlessly chop into his own body.

  Wind and Lingqi shot out, Su Qingchen disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Xiao Pangniu. With one kick on Xiao's axe spirit, he borrowed the momentum to flip his body in mid-air, transforming into a soul-deciding move. The sword soul power appeared in his palm, and as soon as he landed, Su Qingchen raised his right hand and kicked out fiercely with his right foot. Xiao dodged to the left, avoiding Su Qingchen's kick by a hair's breadth.

  Pang Ni dodged at the same time, Su Qingchen suddenly turned sideways and thrust forward, his sword pointing straight at Pang Ni's chest. Looking at those two lumps of flesh like mountains and rivers, Su Qingchen's heart trembled slightly, this is a cow's, with Su Qingchen's thoughts scattered, Pang Ni stabilized her body and blocked the battle axe in front of her chest.

  Su Qingchen involuntarily turned his palm, took a few steps back, and pulled away from the fat girl. His soul power continued to gather in his palm, ready for the next attack at any time. The strange blow just now had already made Fat Girl slightly surprised, if Su Qingchen hadn't been distracted, she would have probably lost already.

  Fat girl held the battle axe in front of her chest, ready to ambush Su Qingchen at any moment. With a fierce look, she was a typical shrew, and ordinary men would probably be scared out of their wits.

  Su Qingchen let out a sigh, seeing that there was no opportunity for a sneak attack. He scolded himself inwardly, thinking that his composure was still not enough and needed more tempering. Su Qingchen furrowed his brow slightly, withdrew his attention, and circulated his Soul Decision, waiting for Pang Ni's attack while looking for an opening to counterattack during the dodge.

  Seeing Su Qingchen no longer attacking, Huan Die's soul power began to rotate, her plump body revealing a hint of soul power. The blood-red battle axe in her hand flashed with dazzling light, and the crowd below couldn't help but gasp. This Huan Die should have reached the eighth level of spiritual cultivation, infinitely close to the ninth level. If she gathered her soul power like this, it was likely that she would launch her strongest attack.

  Her face slightly sank, frowning with her eyebrows, fiercely glaring at Su Qingchen, with a fierce glint in her eyes. He didn't understand why Su Qingchen stopped attacking and let the fat girl continuously gather soul power. Was this guy going to admit defeat? If he lost, she would definitely shoot him dead with one arrow.

  Chubby girl's hands tightly grasped the axe spirit, the blood-red battle axe gave people a sense of pure power, as Chubby girl's strong hands swung it, the soul energy in the air seemed to have a slight explosive feeling. With a low and majestic roar "Axe Mountain Split", the battle axe chopped towards Su Qingchen.

  Facing the powerful blow of Mei Hua, Su Qingchen unexpectedly did not retreat, his right hand slightly opened, and the soul power in his palm continued to gather and compress, his body slightly bent, like a lion waiting to be released. In an instant, his body was like an arrow off the string, rushing out violently.

  Looking at Su Qingchen who chose to collide head-on with the current fatty girl, Xie Lian's eyes widened in surprise. Bai Wuchang, who was standing below the stage, stomped his foot in anger: "Fool!"

  "Lei Fist Second Form, Zun Duan." A low, muffled shout echoed in his mind as Su Qingchen's fist collided heavily with Zhuo Ling's in the midst of the crowd's terrified gazes.

  The fist and axe met in mid-air with a loud "bang", followed by an eerie silence. Chubby's smiling face suddenly turned deathly pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

  His face was indifferent, his arm suddenly shook violently, and the sleeves seemed to make a crackling sound at this moment. The hand holding the axe withdrew backwards, and his body was like a fallen leaf in a storm, directly smashing into the soul power wall around the platform under countless astonished gazes.

  As she gazed at this scene, the icy rain below the stage couldn't help but take a long, cool breath. Not far away, Su Qingchen's back seemed to become mysterious at this moment as well.

  Looking at the chubby girl who sat back on the stage with a thud and panting heavily, the whole scene fell silent again.

  A moment later, pairs of eyes like looking at a monster were cast on Su Qingchen on the high platform. Many people had not recovered from the previous result, fists against soul spirits, fourth level against eighth level, the former won completely. Was it an illusion or...

  Not far away, looking at the changes on the battlefield, a white-clad girl Xiaomeng covered her tempting red lips with one of her slender and delicate jade-like hands, her full breasts heaving slightly, drawing out a shocking and breathtaking curve.

  "What a powerful fist, what kind of soul skill is this? Not using soul spirit?" She let out a light breath, and Xiaomeng muttered in shock.

  After being stunned for a while, Xiaomeng's mind slowly regained its clarity. She thought back to Su Qingchen's evasive movements during the ice rain attack and his strange skill. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as her thoughts whirled: "It turns out that strange movement wasn't his strongest state, this punch is his true strength. It seems I underestimated him after all. I wonder what surprise the soul spirit attack will bring."

  Her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her beautiful, lazy eyes. Her curiosity about Su Qingchen grew stronger, what a great little guy.

  On the battlefield, Su Qingchen slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his arms, as hard as rocks, quietly returned to normal. The slightly puffed sleeves also softened.

  She twisted her head, slowly withdrew her fist, and Su Qingchen tilted her head to look at the two middle-aged men guarding below the stage, asking faintly: "Is the match over?"

  A middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and regained his composure, hastily nodding his head. He loudly declared the outcome of the competition: "Commoner War Soul Class Su Qingchen wins."

  Under the gaze of everyone, Su Qingchen walked down from the stage. Before Wang Xing and others could come forward, Su Qingchen quickly ran back to his dormitory. By the time everyone reacted, they couldn't find him anymore.

  After returning to the dormitory, Su Qingchen sat cross-legged, his face slightly wrinkled, and before he could even react, a mouthful of blood spurted out, leaving a faint bloodstain on his right arm. He knew that his injury was not light and needed several days of rest. That fat girl's last blow was indeed vicious; if he hadn't forcibly suppressed the violent soul power inside him, it might have been him who fell instead.

  The Soul Key automatically rotated, and the faint soul power began to flow through the meridians, repairing the damaged meridians and absorbing the remaining explosive soul power in the body. Suddenly, Su Qingchen spat out a mouthful of blood again and fainted to the ground.