MM Racing Chapter 16: One ring lost, three rings lost!
Chapter 16: One ring lost, three rings lost!
Wu Feng turned his head and lowered his voice to Ning Tian.
"Be careful, he is indeed very strong."
Ning Tian nodded, looking at Gu An across from him with a serious expression.
"Feng Mei, leave it to me, I'll enhance you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Tian clasped his hands together in front of him and then slowly pulled them apart.
Between the palms of his hand, a delicate and exquisite seven-colored pagoda appeared out of thin air.
The Seven-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda.
The strongest support-type martial soul on the continent.
The tower has seven stories, with seven colors interwoven, making it a beautiful sight.
At the same time, three spirit rings rose up from beneath Ning Tian's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple.
Two hundred-year spirit rings and one thousand-year spirit ring slowly pulsed around her body.
Ning Tian took a deep breath, held up the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda with both hands, and chanted.
"Seven treasures are transformed into crystal."
"Of the seven treasures, the first is strength."
The first level of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda lit up with a crimson light, and a red beam of light shot out from the pagoda and landed on Wu Feng.
"Secondly, speed."
The second layer lit up with an orange light, followed by an orange pillar of light that merged into Wu Feng's body.
"The third is the soul."
The third layer lit up with a yellow light, and the yellow beam of light also fell on Wu Feng.
All three amplification effects have been applied.
Wu Feng clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body.
Strength, speed, and soul power are all enhanced.
A slow grin spread across her face, her expression radiating confidence, her eyes fixed intently on Gu An opposite her.
"Again."
"You are bound to lose this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Feng unleashed two more of his soul skills.
A red dragon phantom appeared behind her, more solid and ferocious than before.
Dragonfire coiled around her fists, and crimson flames burned fiercely.
The amplifying light of Dragon's Fury flowed around her, instantly boosting her aura significantly.
With a powerful stomp of her foot, she created a noticeable indentation in the blue steel rock ground.
He transformed into a streak of red light, rushing straight towards Gu An at more than twice the speed of before.
Gu An looked at Wu Feng, who was faster and more imposing than before, but his expression remained calm.
"In that case, let me show you my first soul skill."
He raised the Dragon and Phoenix Soul Flute to his lips.
"First Soul Skill: Whispering and Slow Tuning"
Place your lips on the flute and play softly.
A soothing flute melody flowed from the flute, the rhythm transforming into tangible ripples.
It drifted slowly towards the witch's wind, silently enveloping her within it.
As Wu Feng charged forward, he suddenly felt his body become heavy.
The speed was reduced by a large margin.
She looked up at Gu An in shock.
"Your first soul skill is a support-type soul skill?"
Immediately after the initial shock, an overwhelming joy welled up on her face.
Support-type Soul Skill.
I am a powerful offensive type Soul Master.
A Soul Master whose first Soul Skill is actually a support-type skill.
Isn't this a gift?
Won.
This round is a sure win.
A smile also appeared on Ning Tian's face in the audience.
When she saw Gu An raise the flute, she felt a little nervous, fearing that it might be some kind of powerful offensive soul skill.
Unexpectedly, it's a support-type soul skill.
It was truly a case of "a glimmer of hope after despair."
This is a sure win.
Gu An looked at the joyful expressions on Wu Feng and Ning Tian's faces, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
He looked at the two people in front of him with a playful expression, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"A support-type soul skill?"
"Who told you this was a support-type soul skill?"
Hearing Gu An say this, and seeing the mocking expression on his face, Wu Feng and Ning Tian both felt a bad premonition.
My premonition is growing stronger.
next second!
Without any warning!
A sudden, sharp pain shot through Wu Feng's back.
"what!"
She cried out in pain and staggered forward.
Immediately afterwards, Ning Tian's anxious shouts came from behind.
"Feng Mei, be careful."
"His music can be transformed into wind blades for attack."
Ning Tian's tone was also full of shock; she could see it clearly.
The sonic ripples that enveloped the witch's aura suddenly distorted for a moment just now.
It transformed into a cyan wind blade, silently slicing into Wu Feng's back.
Without any warning or any trace, it appeared out of thin air.
This soul skill is incredibly insidious.
It's simply impossible to guard against.
Upon hearing Ning Tian's prompt, Gu An shrugged and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"It's too late."
He played the flute again.
This time, all the sonic ripples surrounding the witch's wind trembled simultaneously.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
They all transformed into cyan wind blades.
There are more than a dozen of them, large and small.
The wind blades hovered around Wu Feng's body, completely surrounding her.
The nearest wind blade hovered less than an inch in front of her neck.
The sharp blade pressed against her skin, radiating a chilling aura.
Wu Feng's body stiffened.
She glanced down at the wind blade in front of her neck, then scanned the other wind blades around her body out of the corner of her eye.
The sharp touch made her too afraid to move.
His throat bobbed, and he swallowed hard.
She wanted to find a loophole in these wind blades, determined to see if there was any way to break through.
They found themselves completely surrounded.
Even if she managed to break through these attacks, she would definitely be seriously injured.
More than a dozen wind blades slashed at her at the same time; her small body simply couldn't withstand it.
A deep sense of frustration appeared on Wu Feng's small face.
His shoulders slumped, his lips curled down, and his eyes were full of resentment.
"I surrender."
His voice was muffled, clearly filled with frustration.
Ning Tian stood below the stage and let out a long sigh of relief.
She was genuinely afraid that Fengmei might act impulsively and rush out without thinking.
This outcome is good enough.
Such an extraordinary soul skill could only be granted by a ten-thousand-year soul ring.
Even a top-tier level 25 offensive-type Soul Master, with the triple amplification from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, couldn't defeat this guy who had just reached the first ring.
What else is there to say?
Just give it to them directly.
But while Ning Tian felt frustrated, he also felt an overwhelming surge of joy.
After all, they will also be able to possess such extraordinary soul skills in the future.
And the soul.
Every Soul Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda harbors a dream of becoming a Battle Soul Master.
Ning Tian was no exception.
This Spirit Transmission Academy is a must-join.
"Alright, little girl, remember to keep your promise."
Leng Yaozhu's voice came from the stands.
She raised her hand and waved it casually.
A gentle, restorative light flew from her fingertips and landed on Wu Feng.
The wound on Wu Feng's back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few seconds, Wu Feng was back to full strength, as if he had never been injured at all.
Wu Feng moved his shoulders and felt no pain.
She turned to look at Ning Tian, her face full of confusion.
"Ning Tian, what promise? I didn't know anything about it!"
Faced with Wu Feng's question, Ning Tian's face showed an embarrassed expression.
I thought I wouldn't lose this bet, but I still lost.
Not only did he lose, but he also dragged Feng Mei down with him.
She was a little embarrassed to speak.
However, since the person opposite her was a Title Douluo, she naturally wouldn't and wouldn't dare to renege on her promise.
He could only watch as Wu Feng revealed the bet he had made with His Majesty.
"Fengmei, it's like this..."
She thought Wu Feng would be very angry after she finished speaking, but she didn't expect it to be completely different from what she thought.