The world was split in two!
This was the reality seen by all the teachers and students who were acting as spectators in the plaza.
The arena was divided, the earth cracked open, and the distant spectator stands were also torn apart. From the point where Wang Zhong's fingertip fell, everything in front of him, anything that blocked his line of sight, was sliced in half.
Opposite him, Si Qianyi's heart pounded wildly. Under such a strike, her Neon Dress Spirit seemed utterly dim. What if she could draw everyone's gaze upon herself? The person before her possessed a power and ability that commanded the attention of heaven and earth.
Under such power, borrowing his strength to return it upon him was merely a joke.
An ant shaking a mountain, a gnatt trying to shake a tree, was nothing more than this!
Si Qianyi glanced at the pale-faced Luo Pianruo and Luo Wanruo sisters, then at Zhan Sheng, whose legs trembled so much he could barely stand. A strange bitterness welled up in her heart.
With a single strike, five Soul Kings had lost the courage to fight. What kind of monster was this!
Why would someone like Wang Zhong appear in the world of Soul Masters? Was his existence meant to tell us, who considered ourselves geniuses, how ridiculous we were!
Shangguan Youlan saw the bitterness on Si Qianyi's face and walked to her side, embracing her tightly, wanting to offer some support.
"Qianyi..."
With a heavy sigh, Si Qianyi gently shook her head, indicating she was fine. She raised her hand and trembled as she spoke loudly, "We surrender!"
There was no need to fight any longer. Even though she saw Wang Zhong panting heavily, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, she had no desire to continue. What was victory? Under such a strike, the glory of victory would be pale and powerless.
Moreover, she was merely holding on. As the captain, she could not show the slightest fear or helplessness in front of her teammates. She was the core of the team; if she were afraid, the entire team's spirit and will would truly be finished!
But now, she no longer needed to pretend. Everyone, even Shangguan Youlan, could feel the trembling in Si Qianyi's arms.
With a single strike, all five Soul Kings had lost the courage and will to fight!
They couldn't fight, they couldn't win, and surrendering was the best option at the moment.
Opposite the five, Wang Zhong bent over, panting heavily. The third form of the Eight Extremes Heaven, Duan Jiang (River Sever), was, in a way, not as powerful as the fourth form, Cui Yue (Mountain Crush). But Wang Zhong had poured all his strength into this strike, pushing its destructive power and lethality to the extreme, thus causing the terrifying scene before them.
The five students from Class A, Grade Four, raised their hands to surrender. At this moment, there should have been thunderous applause, but the entire plaza was eerily silent.
They were all stunned! Shocked into a daze by this earth-shattering strike.
In the profound silence, a figure walked onto the broken, ruin-like arena.
It was Ying Yanyang, the homeroom teacher of Class A, Grade One!
As this figure ascended, a sliver of liveliness gradually returned to the spectator stands.
"What is he doing coming up now?"
"What does he want to do? That's so strange!"
"Hey, have you forgotten! His Majesty the Pope once established a school rule for us that only applied to Wang Zhong! Ying Yanyang was the one who publicly accepted it!"
"Impossible, are you saying Ying Yanyang will fight Wang Zhong in his current condition?"
"Such a move is too disgusting, too despicable and shameless!"
"He will do anything for victory, isn't that Ying Yanyang's teaching method! Moreover, victory is victory. His Majesty the Pope never said that he had to fight Wang Zhong with full strength to win!"
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The crowd's arguments grew more intense, but Ying Yanyang's footsteps did not falter. He walked past the surprised gazes of Si Qianyi and the others, stopped a few meters in front of Wang Zhong, and calmly asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Do you still have the strength and stamina to fight another match?"
At the edge of the arena, the two auxiliary healing Soul Douluo-level powerhouses, who were always present during major competitions, simultaneously activated their martial souls.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Heal."
"Sixth Soul Skill, Revive."
"Seventh Soul Skill, Repair."
"Seventh Soul Skill, Rejuvenate."
Four powerful recovery and healing soul skills descended upon Wang Zhong, replenishing his completely depleted soul power and stamina at a visible rate.
However, even these soul skills could not restore Wang Zhong's condition to its peak. Although he was no longer panting, his soul power and aura remained chaotic and weak.
"Yes!"
Wang Zhong gritted his teeth, looking at Ying Yanyang before him, stubbornly enduring.
"Zhong!"
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan ran up from below the arena. The former supported Wang Zhong, her eyes filled with concern and heartache.
Xie Yue and Yan stood in front of Wang Zhong, glaring with defiance at their opponent.
Challenging a Soul Sect while being a Soul Sage, and doing so when the opponent was exhausted, was as shameless as Zhao Shi.
"Fighting the teacher is something all four of us will do. Wang Zhong, you're not allowed to bear it alone."
"That's right, we're all in this."
Xie Yue and Yan spoke one after another, their tones firm and solemn.
"Zhong, let's face this together. This is our promise!"
Holding Wang Zhong's arm tightly, Hu Liena's gaze was firm and resolute, her tone filled with an unyielding stubbornness.
Under such a gaze, and with Xie Yue and Yan's insistence, Wang Zhong nodded with a light smile.
Originally, Wang Zhong's plan was to face Ying Yanyang alone. He had never intended to win this match.
Surrendering was his initial thought. He would surrender for two consecutive years, and in the third year, he would leave himself no way out, winning three consecutive matches through any means necessary!
This was his goal.
But now, with Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan stepping onto the stage, he had to put that thought aside.
Regardless of victory or defeat, all four of them had to give their all in this match; it couldn't be a hasty affair.
The fearless, passionate mutual support between friends was a treasure that could not be desecrated!
"Are you ready!" Ying Yanyang asked again, a smile on his lips.
Wang Zhong, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan simultaneously prepared for battle and said in unison, "Ready!"
"Good!"
"Then I surrender!"
The four were stunned. The entire plaza fell silent at that moment. Unlike Wang Zhong's shock, the plaza was filled with a bewildered stupor.
"Ah!"
Wang Zhong and the other three cried out in unison.
The turn of events was unexpectedly strange and incomprehensible.
"Congratulations, you have won the first match!" Ying Yanyang said, hands behind his back, smiling at the four and offering his heartfelt congratulations.
On the high platform, Bibi Dong looked at Ying Yanyang with complex emotions.
At the edge of the arena, Frost Moon Lotus, Xia Xuan, and Yue Shan simultaneously shook their heads and sighed.
"Yanyang, that move is too ruthless."
"Indeed! Those brats are going to go crazy later!"
"His disposition, it's as sharp and cruel as ever."