"Sorry, I couldn't let you enjoy yourself to the fullest."
Na'er's words made them all feel ashamed of themselves.
Luo Guixing helped up Yang Nianxia, who had just been sent flying. "How are you? Can you still fight?"
"I feel... like I'm dying."
Yang Nianxia was dizzy and lightheaded; being struck by Na'er really didn't feel good.
And this was only because he was the last one to charge.
Despite his energetic shouting earlier, he was actually quite shrewd. He just hadn't expected Na'er's strength to exceed everyone's imagination.
Wu Siduo, standing at the front, eased her arm, which had gone numb from the shock of the earlier collision.
After steadying her breath, her gaze sharpened, and she shouted, "All together!"
Four purple spirit rings rose behind her.
With her Hell Civet Martial Soul possessing her, her sharp claws glinted with a cold light as she flitted toward Na'er like Gui Mei.
Luo Guixing also revealed two yellow and one purple spirit rings. With a wave of his hand, the space around Na'er began to warp, imprisoning her and restricting her movements.
*Buzz—*
The space suddenly tightened, causing the golden light around Na'er to stall slightly, making her movements Slow for an instant.
Frowning, Na'er was forced to take half a step back. Wu Siduo's claws brushed past her ear, the sharp wind they generated fluttering her hair.
This was the first time Na'er had dodged since the start.
"Spatial Imprisonment? It's barely passable."
Golden Dragon Roar.
Na'er's red lips parted slightly as the black light from the ten-thousand-year spirit ring behind her surged. A Dragon shadow let out a world-shaking roar, and an invisible draconic pressure bore down directly on Luo Guixing's mind.
He let out a muffled groan, his internal Soul Power becoming chaotic.
Gritting his teeth to steady himself, he roared, "Do it! Quick!"
Xu Yucheng's Dark Demon Scythe slashed down instantly, its pitch-black Saber Qi aimed straight for Na'er's waist, the blade's sharp whistle as it cut through the air was incredibly ear-piercing.
Yang Nianxia's Darkgold Bear Martial Soul possessed him with a boom; his muscles swelled, and Soul Power poured into his bear paws. His massive palms, glinting with a metallic luster, crashed toward Na'er's side with the momentum of thunder.
Zheng Yiran's Jade Phosphor Serpent phantom unfolded behind her, and a dark green poisonous mist instantly filled the entire clearing.
Condensed venomous fangs silently shot toward Na'er's limbs; once the toxin invaded, it would paralyze her Meridians and corrode her Soul Power.
"Fun!" Na'er suddenly laughed, her voice eerily terrifying.
Facing the attacks coming from all sides, her eyes shone with startling brightness. Her Dragon Claw, carrying power enough to shatter mountains and crack rocks, swiped directly at Xu Yucheng's scythe.
*Clang!*
The moment the gold and black collided, the violent aftershock tore open the web of Xu Yucheng's thumb. He was sent flying, crashing heavily into a tree trunk, his blood and Qi churning.
At the same time, Yang Nianxia's massive palm reached her, but Na'er twisted her body.
She followed the momentum with a heart-striking elbow.
There was a muffled thud.
Yang Nianxia's face turned beet red as he stumbled into a nearby ancient tree. The trunk shattered, and he groaned, falling to the ground unable to get up, his connection severed.
Wu Siduo flitted behind Na'er, her claws aiming straight for the vital point at the back of her heart.
Without even turning her head, Na'er manifested a phantom of Dragon scales. The claws struck them, producing only an ear-piercing metallic clatter, unable to break through.
Wu Siduo's pupils constricted. Just as she tried to pull away, Na'er grabbed her wrist with a backhand. Draconic power surged through her arm and into her body, making her go numb all over and nearly causing her Martial Soul possession to collapse.
With a gentle toss, Wu Siduo flew off like a kite with a broken string.
Zheng Yiran's poisonous mist and fangs closed in, the dark green toxin carrying a foul stench.
The moment they touched the golden light around Na'er, they instantly dissolved.
Na'er glanced back and flicked two beams of golden light from her fingertips, accurately hitting the two venomous fangs. They instantly turned into black mist and dissipated.
She tapped her foot and lunged forward, closing in on Zheng Yiran.
Zheng Yiran's expression was one of terror; she suddenly felt a bit of admiration for Yang Nianxia from earlier.
Facing Na'er's charge head-on now, she felt as if she were facing a soul tool train.
In the blink of an eye.
The forest scenery before her eyes vanished, and she was back in the simulation device, surrounded by the pitying gazes of her classmates.
Zheng Yiran: "..."
The battle had ended too quickly.
Luo Guixing suddenly realized he was now isolated and without help.
Stare... Na'er made his hair stand on end. Her excited smile, combined with the sight of his companions' instantaneous defeat, made for a truly terrifying scene.
Luo Guixing's throat tightened so much he couldn't speak.
The next moment, he gave a resigned smile.
He simply lay on the ground on all fours. After the System judged him out, he logged out.
"Tsk, why run? It's just a simulation space anyway." Na'er curled her lips, then turned her gaze toward the dense forest not far away.
A graceful figure stepped out from the shadows of the forest. Gu Yue looked at Na'er and said helplessly, "You didn't need to do this; there are two positions for Vice Class Monitor."
Na'er said nothing and took a step forward.
Her smile gradually grew out of control.
She simply wanted to give Gu Yue a beating. In this simulation space, her Physical Body-oriented advantage was huge, whereas many of Gu Yue's methods couldn't be simulated by the device.
Just then, a scorching aura drifted from the side.
Na'er and Gu Yue looked over.
Was that... Wu Siduo?
Black and gold intertwined and overlapped on her body, suddenly bursting with a strange dark-gold luster.
Her brownish-red hair first turned white, then became crystal clear, shimmering like crystal silk.
She bent over, her human form fading as she transformed into a strange, entirely transparent white tiger.
Self-Spirit Fusion Skill, Hell White Tiger!
The students watching from the outside were already dumbfounded.
What on earth is that?
It's one thing to have twin spirits, but she can perform a Martial Soul Fusion by herself?
"Self-Spirit Fusion Skill?" Gu Yue's brows rose slightly. Elemental Power instantly condensed around her, colorful halos swirling to form a barrier.
Excitement flared in Na'er's eyes again, and the Dragon shadow once more blotted out the sun. She licked the corner of her lips.
"How interesting. Come on, little kitty."
The Hell White Tiger gathered all its strength; maintaining this state cost her a great deal.
One strike to decide the winner!
The dark-gold luster around the Hell White Tiger suddenly contracted, all of it gathering in its front claws.
It carried an unparalleled momentum. Even before the claws moved, the ground was already carved with several deep grooves by invisible energy, and the scorching Soul Power fluctuations made the air warp and deform.
At this moment, she poured in all her strength.
Na'er was still smiling, the golden giant Dragon merely leaning forward slightly.
Everyone stared without blinking.
"Who do you think will win in the end?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"Hard to say. That's a Martial Soul Fusion skill Wu Siduo is using."
"Stop joking. Na'er hasn't used her full strength from start to finish, right? Besides, Wu Siduo is already at the end of her rope."
"You're overhyping her. Is she really that powerful?"
"Heh, you'll change your tune once you've been struck by Na'er."
Amidst the arguments, at the moment the Hell White Tiger and the golden giant Dragon collided on the screen...
A figure of light appeared in the middle.
Arthur appeared abruptly, his hands spread out. His palms met the Hell White Tiger and the golden giant Dragon respectively.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only the stagnant sensation of two ultimate forces crashing into an invisible barrier.
The Hell White Tiger's all-out pounce couldn't advance a single inch the moment it touched Arthur's palm.
The surging Dragon shadow in front of Na'er also suddenly halted its momentum, firmly blocked.
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