Wu Qi clicked his tongue slightly.
Changkong, who usually joked around, had actually developed such a Self-created Spirit Skill in private.
If the two of them were to spar, facing this kind of ability, Wu Qi would definitely be at a disadvantage, but he wouldn't necessarily lose.
Yu Feng didn't have Wu Qi's level of caution. Before being hit, he hadn't taken any defensive measures at all.
As he fell to the ground, his third Spirit Skill dissipated, leaving him completely defenseless.
Changkong wasn't about to miss such a good chance to get payback. He swung the Coiling Dragon Staff and began striking Yu Feng relentlessly.
"Looks like the only thing tough about you is your mouth!"
Smack—
The staff struck Yu Feng's mouth. Changkong pretended to be puzzled. "Your mouth isn't even that tough. Then why were you talking like that?"
One strike to the legs cut off his ability to escape; one strike to the mouth made it impossible for him to beg for mercy.
Each strike was controlled, strong enough to hurt, precise in placement, deliberate in intent. That was Changkong at this moment.
He hadn't even activated a Spirit Skill. The blows weren't fatal, but they hurt a lot.
Unable to speak, Yu Feng could only let out muffled groans of pain.
Qin Ming's expression turned grim. In a flash, he stepped onto the training ground and grabbed Changkong's staff.
"That's enough. You've already won."
Changkong had no intention of giving him face.
"His Highness the Crown Prince said that unless the opponent admits defeat or dies, you must never lower your guard. Otherwise, you risk a counterattack and losing everything."
"What does Teacher Qin mean by this? Are you openly protecting your student and interfering with the match?"
Qin Ming's lips twitched slightly.
Everyone knew the three committee members supported the Crown Prince. With the Crown Prince's words being quoted, if he refuted it, the committee members would come after him even before the Crown Prince did.
Besides, Yu Feng's mouth was swollen and several of his teeth had been knocked out, he couldn't even speak to concede.
Qin Ming was certain the other side was deliberately making things difficult.
But with so many accusations thrown at him, if he handled it poorly, it would damage his reputation among the students.
After all, these students came from influential families. If his reputation was ruined, he wouldn't have a place in the academy anymore.
Having lived over thirty years and experienced many situations, Qin Ming wasn't easily shaken.
"According to academy rules, a teacher has the authority to stop a match and ensure the students' safety."
"Since I've intervened, then by the rules, you've won this match."
Qin Ming originally intended to turn the situation around, but seeing Changkong ready to continue, he held back.
A teacher arguing with a student in public—win or lose would only invite criticism.
Better to end it decisively.
Changkong looked bored and jumped off the training ground.
But the surrounding students didn't let Yu Feng off so easily.
"All that talk before the match, and this is your strength?"
"The Royal Team is nothing special. I could do that too."
"Heh, at this rate, the academy's going to be eliminated early in the next Spirit Master Tournament again. Not surprising."
"By the way, was that a self-created Spirit Skill? There wasn't even a Spirit Ring when he used it."
Qin Ming's expression darkened.
Yu Feng's defeat didn't just concern him alone, it dragged down the reputation of Royal Team One as well.
Qin Ming glanced back at Oslo, hoping he could recover their standing, but remembering what had just happened, his heart sank.
From here on, Royal Team One would only lose even more face.
Yu Tianheng's expression was unpleasant, feeling disgraced. "Leopard, get it back!"
Yu Feng's defeat had already proven that Changkong had the ability to replace them.
At this point, Oslo had no choice but to take it seriously.
Yu Feng's loss was already decided. As long as he could protect his own position, nothing else mattered.
The two stepped onto the arena at the same time. Oslo raised his voice slightly to boost his courage. "Come on. I won't underestimate you like that bird did. I hope you can at least make this interesting."
As he spoke, his Ghost Leopard Spirit completed its possession.
Both were agility-type Spirit Masters, so this spar was destined to be a high-speed battle.
A clear cry rang out as the Azure Luan Spirit appeared behind Wu Qi.
The noble, transcendent aura it radiated left many male students stunned, while the female students couldn't help but cheer.
Oslo's expression grew uneasy. The pressure from a high-level Spirit made him feel deeply uncomfortable.
As the match began, Oslo took the initiative, forcing himself to calm down.
"First Spirit Skill—Leopard Speed!"
His speed increased by thirty percent, his figure turning into a series of afterimages.
His sharp claws slashed toward Wu Qi. Just as he was about to succeed, a hand grabbed his arm, stopping him completely!
"How is this possible!" Oslo was shocked.
The force behind his charge had been significant, yet Wu Qi had stopped it effortlessly, without even moving an inch!
Since when did agility-type Spirit Masters have such strength?
And Wu Qi's Spirit Power Level was lower than his!
Before he could think further, Wu Qi suddenly exerted force, throwing him away and nearly sending him out of the arena.
Oslo took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to stay calm. "Impossible… He's an agility-type Spirit Master. There's no way he has this much strength. He must be using some kind of spirit tool."
He spoke in a low voice. After all, Qin Ming was present, whether Wu Qi was using a spirit tool couldn't escape his perception.
If others heard him and no such tool was found, it would only make him look ridiculous.
Of course, he didn't know that Wu Qi possessed a technique to disperse force. Unless the impact was overwhelming, it wouldn't be enough to move him.
Not giving Oslo any time to recover, Wu Qi's azure wings flapped as he shot forward at incredible speed.
Completely suppressed in both speed and strength, Oslo could only grit his teeth.
Even if he lost, he had to lose with dignity, he couldn't end up like Yu Feng.
"Second Spirit Skill—Ghost Leopard Double Slash!"
Sharp claws extended from his fingertips as he crossed his arms and slashed forward. The claw marks solidified, blocking Wu Qi's path.
But he seemed to have forgotten that Wu Qi could fly.
Leaping into the air, Wu Qi easily avoided the attack. Using the momentum of his descent, he struck Oslo down to the ground.
"You're as ridiculous as your strength."
Wu Qi said it calmly.
Then he grabbed Oslo by the neck with one hand and slammed his head against the ground.
He didn't know if someone had put them up to this, deliberately sending trouble his way.
Better to strike hard once than deal with endless problems later.
Only by making an example out of Oslo and Yu Feng could he prevent more trouble in the future.
With his face hitting the ground, the violent impact knocked Oslo unconscious.
Yet Wu Qi showed no intention of stopping. He continued to lift his head and slam it into the ground.
Below the arena, Qin Ming's expression turned grim.
He had already been shut down by Changkong earlier. If he stepped in again and got rebuked by Wu Qi as well, he would truly lose all standing.
Royal Team One had been held in high regard, yet they had produced such results it was utterly humiliating.
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