Chapter 17: Yin Ting

  Su Qingchen was baffled, patted his own face and stopped thinking about it. Who knows what's wrong with these guys? However, this competition is an opportunity for him to win people over, he must win the championship, collect some younger brothers, and lay the foundation for himself in the future.

  After a while, Su Qingchen arrived at the competition venue. The still fiery crowd on the battlefield made Su Qingchen somewhat helpless. When he saw Wang Xing and others shouting to cheer him up on one side, Su Qingchen walked over, but suddenly stopped his footsteps because he saw Bing Xin's sister. Hesitating, he swept a glance at the people competing on stage, and unexpectedly saw Yin Ting from their class.

  All inner fears disappeared, and his feet walked onto the stage of their own accord, fully focused on the match on stage, even more focused than when he was competing himself.

  On the platform, two figures suddenly intersected and moved, causing the surrounding soul power to enter chaos. The blue-clothed youth crossed his arms in front of him, and with a muffled sound, he blocked Yin Ting's whip lash.

  Although the attack seemed gentle, when the two souls intersected, that gentle force suddenly became full of aggression. The corner of his mouth twitched, and the powerful force in his arm caused Qingyi to retreat two steps back. On his arm, where the whip was tightly wrapped, a faintly iron-blue bruise had already appeared.

  Looking at the retreating green-clothed youth, Yin Ting smiled slightly, her small white hands moving slowly in front of her body, the leather whip in her hand like a spirited green snake, with a faint green glow attached to it.

  The young man in the green shirt steadied himself, shook his head in amazement and said calmly: "Beauty, hum, quite strong." As he spoke, he looked up at Yin Ting, who was smiling faintly with her small mouth, and licked his lips, full of fighting spirit.

  Watching the changes on the platform, Su Qingchen couldn't help but feel happy for Yin Ting, but when she noticed the subtle facial expression of the youth in green clothes, a hint of jealousy arose in her heart.

  The young man in green clothes stomped his foot on the ground, and his body rushed out suddenly. The sword spirit in his palm pointed directly at Yin Ting's brow, and while attacking, he was constantly absorbing the soul power in the air.

  The crowd below couldn't help but think: Could it be that the young man in green has entered the Spirit Realm? Absorbing soul power during an attack is a standard for entering the Spirit Realm, which is also why Spirit Masters can't compete with Spirit Realm cultivators. Everyone was sweating coldly on behalf of Yin Ting on stage.

  Looking at the green-clothed youth who was about to attack again, Yin Ting's small mouth curled up, and the faint green light on her palm whip grew thicker.

  His foot heavily stepped onto the battlefield, and a small footprint was left behind. The green-clothed youth suddenly charged forward, but when he was about half a meter away from Yin Ting, he suddenly stopped. Between extreme movement and extreme stillness, there was a perfect transformation, not letting anyone feel even a little bit of abruptness.

  Watching the young man in green control his speed so skillfully, a hint of admiration couldn't help but seep into Su Qingchen's serious gaze.

  "Whirlwind Stab!" The running figure suddenly froze, the blue-clothed youth's right foot touched the ground, his body rapidly spinning and building momentum. His left foot drew a powerful arc in mid-air, accompanied by a faintly piercing sound of breaking wind, before fiercely stabbing towards Yin Ting.

  She raised her eyes to look at the green-clothed girl, and Yin Ting lightly nodded her delicate chin. Her small white hands drew out a small semi-circle in front of her, and the whip in her palm suddenly burst forth with a faint green glow, curving into a single semi-circular arc that immediately wrapped itself around the sword spirit of the green-clothed boy without hesitation.

  "Boom!"

  Soul intersected, a muffled sound, suddenly exploded in mid-air, the explosive soul power scattered everywhere. After a brief stalemate in mid-air, both figures retreated hastily.

  Yin Ting's soul was like a shadow, clearly at a disadvantage, her body directly blown onto the Soul Power Wall four or five meters away. The rebounding force quickly dissipated the falling momentum, and with one kick in mid-air, she immediately stabilized her body and landed back on the stage.

  Looking at the green-clothed youth who also retreated several steps, Yin Ting clicked her tongue and smiled bitterly: "The strength of a Spirit Master is nothing more than this, it seems that I have hope for promotion." As she spoke, Yin Ting's Soul Decision turned, and the Whip Spirit once again became active in front of her chest like a spirit snake, with green light entwining around it, looking so eerie.

  "Serpent Whip Dance." With a low, muffled voice, Yin Ting's foot fiercely stomped the stage again, this time at the same spot where she had left her mark earlier. This time, however, she created an indentation, and one could imagine just how powerful her attack would be this time around.

  Looking at the lively whip in front of him, clanging with force, the young man in green clothes shook his head and sighed bitterly; "This is what you forced me to do." With a light wave of his right hand, he actually swung out a thread of soul power, forming a spiritual line in mid-air. Several slashes later, the seemingly simple movement contained the subtle power of the Dark Force.

  A thread of soul power floated in front, when the thread formed a circle, the blue-clothed youth's body moved. His right hand lifted, his sword inserted into the center of the circle, his right foot lightly tapped the platform, and his body drifted forward, drawing out a mysterious attack trajectory in mid-air.

  "With a flash of movement, the low-level Qing Huan soul technique was executed, forcing me to use this soul technique is your honor." Along with an icy voice, the sword spirit of the green-clothed youth appeared before Yin Ting.

  Yin Ting calmly swung the leather whip in her hand, unaffected by the green-clothed youth's words. The whip coiled around the sword spirit like a snake, and just as Yin Ting was about to smile, the sword spirit suddenly vanished into the curved whip and reappeared beside it, attacking herself once again.

  Yin Ting's heart began to panic, the whip wrapped around Jian Ling again, but this time it was still useless. Jian Ling disappeared again in a strange way and reappeared in front of Yin Ting, her body trembling when touched by Jian Ling.

  The crowd under the stage couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear watching such a lovely girl being stabbed. Only Su Qingchen clenched his fists and circulated his soul power, ready to shatter the soul power barrier and enter the battlefield to fight against the blue-clothed youth if the sword spirit pierced into Yin Ting's body.

  The sword spirit pierced through her clothes and lightly slid across Yin Ting's skin, only to disappear again in an eerie manner. When it reappeared, it was already behind Yin Ting.

  The young man in blue retrieved his soul, and the middle-aged man outside the battlefield smiled slightly. After announcing the result, when the Soul Power Wall disappeared, the young man in blue showed a smile in one direction outside the battlefield. That delicate smile gave people a sunny and handsome feeling. At this moment, his figure seemed even more tall and majestic, stunning a group of infatuated girls.

  After seeing that Yin Ting was fine, Su Qingchen's tense heart relaxed, his soul decision retracted, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he thought about the strange attack of the young man earlier. For a moment, he couldn't figure out how to get rid of Yin Ting's whip spirit entanglement and stop the attack without hurting Yin Ting. His mind turned around, if it were him, could he dodge this blow?

  Su Qingchen was once again immersed in the blow just now, unable to extricate himself for a long time. He knew that if he encountered this young man, he would probably not even have a one-in-ten chance of winning. It seemed that the strength of Stan Academy was not as simple as he had imagined. It was indeed a case of "crouching tiger, hidden dragon".

  A moment later, Wang Xing and others arrived beside Su Qingchen. This time, no one dared to step forward, standing not far away from Su Qingchen, with their hands held in front of their chest, clearing their throat before speaking: "Boss, it's your turn now." The speaker took a step back, cautiously looking at Su Qingchen.