106: One sword pierces the Vajra

The reason why the power of the Ice and Snow Forest was able to withstand the Titan Snow Demon group last time was entirely because the location where The Zhou Sisters performed this Martial Soul Fusion Skill was in the Far North Land, an environment with abundant ice elements.

Moreover, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Ice and Snow Forest is, in a sense, uncontrollable. The combination of ice and wood elements is theoretically similar to an Elemental Storm, and the most terrifying thing about an Elemental Storm is that it never stops absorbing the four basic elements from its surroundings to strengthen itself, making everything become violent.

If The Zhou Sisters do not have enough Mental Energy to control it, it will grow stronger and stronger. As for how strong it will become, no one can say for sure. But as long as even a tiny bit of instability appears, it can easily lead to a massive explosion.

Having thought this through, Shen Guyan fully understood why The Zhou Sisters said their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was uncontrollable and that there was a possibility of being defeated when facing seniors from the Senior Division.

"Just make rational use of the selection mechanism. As long as you two aren't standing on the Arena at the end of the Second Stage, and then casually challenge a group in the Third Stage and win, it'll be fine," Shen Guyan recalled the rules of this selection and comforted them with a smile.

Regardless, Zhang Zhenpeng was still looking out for the twin sisters. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of creating this Third Stage.

Hearing his words, Zhou Hanyou and Zhou Tianer's expressions softened a bit, and they immediately turned their gaze back to the four Arenas.

At this time, Yang Zhanpeng, known as the number one person in the Intermediate Division, had already defeated two students in a row, though his condition wasn't very good.

"If he wins one more match, I'm afraid he really will directly obtain a spot for the finals!" Wang Dongqi exclaimed.

Not only did she think so, but everyone else present felt the same way.

Just then, Xian Lin walked toward Yang Zhanpeng's Arena.

"This... could Senior Xian Lin be taking this opportunity to break Yang Zhanpeng's winning streak?"

"Although Yang Zhanpeng is known as the number one in the Intermediate Division, that was only after Senior Xian Lin graduated from the Intermediate Division."

While everyone was discussing animatedly, Shen Guyan keenly captured an unusual sign between Xian Lin and Yang Zhanpeng—Yang Zhanpeng and Xian Lin exchanged a look.

That's not right, this guy... could he be planning to intentionally lose this challenge to let Yang Zhanpeng directly secure a spot?

With the individual strength of Xian Lin and Song Yuner, it didn't seem difficult for them to successfully defend the Arena three times... "I see..." Shen Guyan seemed to have thought of something, and an ambiguous smile appeared on his face.

Just as Xian Lin walked in front of Yang Zhanpeng, Shen Guyan suddenly threw the canglang sword toward Yang Zhanpeng's Arena.

Clang!

The blade sank into the ground, and Shen Guyan appeared before Xian Lin along with his wheelchair, quickly snatching the Challenge Flag.

"This..." Everyone present was stunned. What was going on with this guy? Could it be that he wanted to snatch Xian Lin's opportunity to challenge the Arena?

"Senior, you're a step slow. Let me go first," Shen Guyan said, holding the Challenge Flag and turning his head to give Xian Lin a slight smile.

Xian Lin's face was filled with shock; he never expected someone to disrupt his plan at this moment. On the stage, Yang Zhanpeng was even more furious, and even his breathing became somewhat unstable.

Zhou Tianer also finally thought of something at this time, her pretty face suddenly turning pale. She hurriedly tugged at Zhou Hanyou's clothes and said, "Sister, sister, I know, I know what they're trying to do."

"They want Yang Zhanpeng to successfully defend the Arena three times first to directly get a spot, and then Senior Xian Lin and Senior Song Yuner will each take a spot. Once they succeed, there will be no need for the Third Stage!"

"What did you say?" Wang Dongqi's face turned ashen upon hearing her words. She hadn't expected these guys to design such a trap just to counter The Zhou Sisters' Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

In the first match, Yang Zhanpeng's opponent was Song Yuner, and Song Yuner intentionally didn't use her full strength to let him win. In the second match, Yang Zhanpeng won by relying on his own strength. By the third match, if Xian Lin "conceded" to Yang Zhanpeng once more... the consequences would be unthinkable... Realizing all this, the expressions of The Zhou Sisters turned ugly. This included Zhang Zhenpeng on the viewing platform.

Although he was the dean, he couldn't be too biased in front of so many outstanding students in the academy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have organized such a selection tournament.

Fortunately, Shen Guyan had snatched the third challenge.

"Is he... doing this for us?" Zhou Hanyou gazed blankly at the figure sitting in the wheelchair, and some special emotion seemed to well up in her heart.

"Cripple, you want to challenge me?" Yang Zhanpeng looked at Shen Guyan, who was being pushed up by the referee, his face twisting with rage.

If this guy were really as he appeared on the surface, Yang Zhanpeng might even be a little happy, at least he wouldn't owe Xian Lin a favor. But during the free-for-all, he hadn't failed to notice that the abilities of this cripple named Zhuo Tianya seemed somewhat strange... "I just love seeing the look on a senior's face when he wants to kill me but can't," Shen Guyan smiled and slowly pushed the wheels of his wheelchair to the starting position.

"Arrogant!" Veins bulged on Yang Zhanpeng's forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably due to the intense fluctuations of his emotions.

The referee had no interest in listening to their trash talk and waved the flag in his hand, signaling the official start of this Arena challenge.

From his performance in the previous free-for-all, the Vajra Bear Spirit possessed by Yang Zhanpeng was a powerful Beast Spirit belonging to the attack system. Not only was its destructive power immense, but its own defensive power was also very high.

Yang Zhanpeng glared at Shen Guyan, his face full of disdain. He grinned maliciously and said, "Kid, you dare to challenge me while sitting in a wheelchair? You really don't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth. Today, I'll let you see the power of my Vajra Bear Spirit. Don't go crying to your mother in a moment!"

After saying that, his Aura suddenly surged as he activated his First Spirit Skill, "Bear's Strength." His muscles instantly bulged, and his already sturdy body became even more massive, his frame looking like a small mountain. He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, causing the Arena to tremble violently and creak.

Immediately after, Yang Zhanpeng swung his arms fiercely, unleashing his Second Soul Skill, "Bear Palm Strike." Accompanied by a deafening bear roar, two giant bear palm phantoms appeared out of thin air, carrying the sound of whistling wind as they slammed toward Shen Guyan like two small mountains. That momentum seemed as if it would crush Shen Guyan into a meat patty.

While attacking, Yang Zhanpeng shouted, "Scared now? It's not too late to surrender, lest you get beaten so badly you can't even leave the stage!"

Shen Guyan acted as if nothing were happening, not even blinking an eye. He sat steadily in his wheelchair, as calm as if the attack before him were not fierce bear palms but a gentle breeze.

The surrounding audience couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him. Zhou Tianer couldn't resist shouting, "Is this guy scared witless? Why isn't he dodging!"

Just as the bear palm phantoms were about to hit Shen Guyan, and the powerful wind pressure could almost be felt, Shen Guyan finally moved.

His purple spirit ring, ranked third, lit up. He unhurriedly raised his hand and swung the canglang sword, his movement as casual as if he were shooing away a fly.

The Sword Qi sliced through Yang Zhanpeng's bear palm phantoms as easily as cutting through tofu, its momentum undiminished as it continued flying toward Yang Zhanpeng.

Yang Zhanpeng's eyes widened, and the smugness on his face instantly froze, turning into terror. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

The referee realized something and suddenly dove down, knocking him away like a tattered rag.

Yang Zhanpeng traced a pathetic arc through the air and landed with a "thud," falling flat on his back. He lay on the ground, his limbs flailing in the air a few times like an overturned turtle, looking as ridiculous as could be.

The surrounding audience was first stunned, as if they had been hit by a freezing spell. Zhou Tianer, however, laughed so hard she was doubled over, with tears coming out of her eyes.

Xian Lin's expression was extremely solemn. What kind of Spirit Ability was this again?