Chapter 20: The Wind Sword Sect's Magic Blade
"Dugu Feng, I challenge you!" cried Feng Ling, pointing his blue light sword forward. "My spirit power's lower than yours, so I'll have Boss here boost me. No problem, right?"
He even tried to sound reasonable, as if asking politely for fairness.
Right behind him, his brother Feng Li stepped up, wearing the same provocative smirk.
Every student in the room turned their eyes toward Dugu Feng.
Even Teacher Ge Ying glanced over, though his expression remained composed. He didn't intervene.
To him, it was just childish posturing.
They were all noble-born, after all—let them play as long as no one died. Who really came to this academy to study?
"So, the Feng brothers want a challenge?" Dugu Feng raised a brow. "I'm two levels higher than both of you. Why don't you come together? Saves the gossip about me bullying the weak."
He said it with pure arrogance.
Ning Rongrong blinked in surprise, then grinned mischievously. "You said it yourself! If you lose, you'll have to call me Boss!"
The Feng brothers exchanged knowing looks. He doesn't know what he's up against.
"Second Brother," Feng Ling said dramatically, "how much is one plus one in our Wind Sword Sect?"
"At least five, Brother," Feng Li answered instantly. "Our opponent might be a little slow."
Though they looked like comic villains, no one actually laughed.
Not even Teacher Ge.
The Wind Sword Sect's true strength lay not in individual prowess, but in unity. Partnered, they could combine soul power and form devastating sword arrays.
"Dugu Feng's poison is dangerous," Ge Ying thought silently, "but taking on them both… he might have overreached. Hopefully he's not hurt too badly."
Ning Rongrong lifted her chin and strutted outside, smugness radiating from every step of her small frame.
Dugu Feng rolled his eyes and followed.
The rest of the students, sensing entertainment, rushed out eagerly.
Behind the teaching hall stood the duel arena—a granite platform two meters high, encircled by railings. Perfect for noble children to flaunt their titles through "training."
Dugu Feng stepped onto the stage first.
Facing the brothers, he inclined his head slightly. "Dugu Feng, martial spirit: Jade Phosphor Serpent. Rank thirteen, one-ring Battle Soul Master. Please teach me."
The surrounding crowd hushed. Even Ning Rongrong's playful expression had turned solemn.
Soul duels among nobles weren't meaningless brawls—they were deeply personal trials of pride.
"Feng Li, martial spirit: Wind Sword, rank eleven, one-ring Tool Soul Master!"
"Feng Ling, martial spirit: Wind Sword, rank eleven, one-ring Tool Soul Master!"
"Ning Rongrong, martial spirit: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, rank twelve, one-ring Support Soul Master!"
Amazingly, she even announced herself.
Despite not fighting directly, she fully intended to support them.
Inside, Ning Rongrong's thoughts were analytical. The Dugu Clan's Dugu Bo recently ascended to Titled Douluo, elevating their family to a peak power.
This boy's composure—and those snakes—show promising control over venom. He'll become a threat someday. Now's the perfect time to test him.
If Dugu Feng could've heard her inner reasoning, he might've been stunned.
So the brat's been provoking me with a purpose all along.
She moved gracefully, spinning once in place. "Seven Treasures, shine with radiance!"
Brilliant rainbow light bathed her body, coalescing into a small, radiant pagoda hovering above her palm.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda gleamed with multicolored brilliance, making her appear ethereal—like a miniature deity of wealth and elegance.
"One of the Seven Treasures—the First Treasure: Strength!"
A yellow ring rose at her feet and enveloped the pagoda.
Her first soul skill: Strength Amplification—enhancing a target's physical power by twenty percent.
It might sound modest, but the skill's potency grew with level—thirty percent at Grandmaster, forty at Soul Elder. Its scaling made it formidable.
Two beams of colored light streamed forward, settling over Feng Ling and Feng Li.
The brothers tightened their grips on their swords, energy rising like tides through their veins.
"Storm Sword!"
"Storm Sword!"
Their energy blades flashed, splitting into luminous afterimages.
Dozens of blue swords filled the air—six per brother, forming a field of floating weapons.
Though their mastery wasn't complete yet, combined they manifested twelve—sufficient for their formation.
The wind attributes surged; the swords merged into a spinning storm overhead.
A twelve-point sword array hovered like a luminous halo, its blades whirling and howling before descending toward Dugu Feng.
This was the Wind Sword Sect's hallmark—the fusion of sword formations and telekinetic weapon control. No mere weapon—it was a magical art.
Dugu Feng thought it resembled spell-swords from the tales of magic.
"Jade Phosphor Violet Poison!"
With a faint smile, he opened his mouth. His pupils turned amethyst as a dense purple mist gushed forth.
The poison gas spread rapidly, enveloping half the platform.
The air vibrated with its potency, and even the duel master—Ge Ying—took notice.
From his perch below, Ge Ying frowned. "A level thirteen? That kind of coverage shouldn't be possible!"
At that age, first soul skills were usually weak—barely offensive. No student should wield poisonous energy that blanketed an arena.
He didn't know the truth. The two dan pearls within Dugu Feng amplified his every motion. His soul power density easily exceeded that of most adults.
Within moments, the duel escalated.
The twelve swords above shimmered. Six interlocked to form a spinning barrier shield while the other six inverted downward like spears, diving toward Dugu Feng's position.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Each impact rang out as blue blades struck granite—but none touched their mark.
Under the veil of violet mist, Dugu Feng had vanished.
He'd moved like a serpent through fog, evading in silence with the "Serpent's Belly Step." The attack passed harmlessly through the haze.
Across the stage, the Feng brothers' confident expressions faltered.
Instinctively, they inhaled—and froze.
The faint scent of blood hit their senses. Dizziness followed, spreading through their bodies.
Dugu Feng stood in the fog, shaking his head slowly.
Their sword control is too rigid, their coordination too mechanical. Still far from mastery.
The brothers, surrounded by their dimming light blades, swayed on their feet—victims of their first lesson in poison combat.
(END CHAPTER)
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