92: Flesh Demon?

When the two arrived at the challenge area, many people had already gathered.

One was a super freshman who had caused a stir with the vice principal right after starting school, and the other was the academy's laughingstock. This challenge match attracted the attention of countless people.

"Look! They're there! That's Xie Ning." A sharp-eyed student spotted them.

"He really is a trouble magnet; all the hot news these past two days has been about him."

"Now there's a good show to watch; let's see if Fei Shanqiu can shed his 'Useless Ball' nickname this time."

"So what if he does? Fighting a junior from the Beginner Class? If it were me, I wouldn't have the face to do it."

"With all that fat, does he look like someone with thin skin?"

Someone familiar with Fei Shanqiu shouted at him, "Dead Fatty! Fight well! If you win, I'll treat you to three chicken drumsticks! Haha~~~"

Walking along, Xie Ning listened to the people around him and couldn't help but say:

"It seems your popularity isn't that great either. And you still collect protection fees like this?"

"Plenty of people like Fatty; they're just out on missions and aren't here! What do they know?" Fei Shanqiu grumbled.

Hearing this, Xie Ning didn't respond. He noticed that as they reached the challenge area, Fei Shanqiu's confidence had diminished significantly.

The challenge area was already overcrowded, but there were only three people truly worth noting.

First was a handsome boy with an extraordinary temperament, surrounded by over a dozen people. Seeing Xie Ning look over, he smiled kindly and nodded.

This was Mu Tian, whom he had met once before. Mu Xiaolong, with his ponytail, was right beside him, his expression very complex upon seeing Xie Ning.

Then, at the other end of this group, there was another crowd of about twenty people. The leader, though dressed in a white school uniform with blue trim, had a burly build with broad shoulders and a thick waist. On his chiseled face were thick eyebrows and double pupils, making him look very rugged. Even from a distance, he projected a sense of pressure.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall; even a man of 1.8 meters would look thin beside him. Next to him was a boy with dreadlocks—Tiger Zhao, who had previously lost to Xie Ning.

The burly man only gave Xie Ning a faint glance, but Tiger Zhao beside him glared at Xie Ning with murderous eyes.

Besides these two groups, there was another crowd; though the smallest in number, they had the most followers.

Seven beautiful women of all shapes and sizes, all graceful and pretty, stood in a corner surrounded by many boys, forming a three-way standoff with the previous two groups.

The leading woman was tall and wasn't wearing a school uniform. Instead, she wore a deep purple combat suit, her hair tied in a high ponytail with a purple ribbon. The trailing ends of the ribbon fluttered in the wind, occasionally brushing against the Purple-tasseled Spear on her back.

The Purple-Tasseled Woman stared at Xie Ning with a scrutinizing gaze, making him feel somewhat baffled.

He hadn't expected a single challenge match to lure out so many "fish."

Thinking this, Xie Ning paid a bit more attention to these three factions.

"Master~"

Mo Yu squeezed through from the side. Beside her were Lu Bingyun and the other two girls, all looking on with both confusion and surprise.

Facing their questioning gazes, Xie Ning briefly explained what had happened.

After hearing it, Mo Yu asked worriedly, "Is Master confident then? He is from the Intermediate Class, after all."

Xie Ning smiled, but before he could answer, Xiao Ya spoke up first: "Don't worry, Xiao Yu. Against someone like that, our Old Xie will definitely leave him utterly humiliated."

"Xie Ning, good luck." Lan Yu's words were brief, and Lu Bingyun also nodded.

Unlike Mo Yu, these three women had personally seen Xie Ning fight a Silver Rank. They knew well that his combat power couldn't be judged by Rank alone.

"Hey! If you're scared, just admit defeat now! At worst, Fatty will let you off this once!" Seeing Xie Ning hadn't stepped up yet, Fei Shanqiu urged him. By the end, his voice grew smaller, clearly showing he was blustering while weak inside.

Hearing this, those below the stage who knew him burst into laughter, while those who didn't looked confused.

Xie Ning smiled and stepped onto the challenge stage, coming to stand opposite Fei Shanqiu.

As the two took their positions, a faint protective shield rose around the edge of the stage. It looked fragile enough to break at a touch, but in reality, it could withstand the impact of a Gold Rank. It was used to protect the onlookers.

The challenge began. Fei Shanqiu didn't waste words; he raised both hands, and two summoned Demon Taming Formations landed on the ground, one large and one small.

From the small formation emerged a light blue Water Spirit. It wasn't rare. As soon as it appeared, it merged into the Fatty's body, integrating with him to enhance his combat power.

The Demon Tamers Beast that appeared from the large formation, however, truly made many freshmen cry out in alarm, covering their noses and backing away. Even Xie Ning was briefly surprised when he saw this Demon Tamers Beast.

This was a Demon Tamers Beast five meters wide and three meters high, shaped like a black hill. Its body was covered in fat, emitting bursts of foul stench; even Fei Shanqiu himself couldn't help but move a few meters away.

[Yao Beast Name] Flesh Demon

[Yao Beast Grade] Elite

[Yao Beast Rank] Bronze Rank 7

[Yao Beast Attribute] Dark

[Yao Beast Weakness] Light

[Yao Beast Status] Healthy

[Yao Beast Description] A companion beast of Fierce Demon Warriors, primarily serving as a food source for them. It has no sense of pain and weak combat power. It can increase its Rank regardless of grade but doesn't possess much fighting strength. It emits a foul stench all over, and only Fierce Demon Warriors can stomach eating it.

[Evolution Paths] 2

Seeing Xie Ning staring at the Flesh Demon, Fei Shanqiu said, "Kid, it's not too late to admit defeat. A Bronze Rank 7 Demon Tamers Beast isn't something someone from the Beginner Class can handle."

"Are you scared?" Xie Ning asked instead of answering.

These words were like a giant foot stepping on the tail of Fei Shanqiu's heart. He immediately bristled, his eyes widening. "Nonsense! Fatty is never afraid!"

With that, Fei Shanqiu rushed at Xie Ning first. He was quite fast, his body steaming with water vapor, and he held condensed water balls in both hands.

Xie Ning was not slow either. He raised his hand to summon the Poison Flame White Wolf, then used Elemental Sharing. The Poison Flame White Wolf spat a stream of fire at the Flesh Demon with a look of disgust, while Xie Ning charged forward toward Fei Shanqiu instead of retreating.

After dodging the water ball, Xie Ning took the opportunity to charge forward and grab Fei Shanqiu's wrist. Flames flared up with a 'whoosh', spreading up his arm. Startled, he struggled while using water to defend, but the water was quickly boiled, leaving him shouting in pain from the heat.

Xie Ning pressed on relentlessly. For every step the Fatty retreated, Xie Ning followed. A flurry of punches flew with the sound of wind, and the fire raged fiercely.

The Fatty clearly lacked combat experience. Under the pressure of successive failed moves, he completely lost his composure and scrambled on the stage. He was only focused on throwing water to block the fire, oblivious to how many punches and kicks he was taking.

On the other side, the battle between the Poison Flame White Wolf and the Flesh Demon was the simplest.

The Flesh Demon had almost no combat ability, being mostly fat. Burned by the flames spat from a distance by the Poison Flame White Wolf, it began to emit a meaty aroma, making the audience below both hungry and disgusted.

They wanted to eat it, yet didn't dare.

"This is your so-called powerful Demon Tamers Beast?" Xie Ning asked with a smile after another hit landed.

Fei Shanqiu's face was bruised black and blue from the punches, but he still insisted, "Humph! This is just Fatty taking it easy on you."

"Is that so? Then let's keep fighting!"

Xie Ning's speed increased. He didn't even bother using flames anymore, raining punches down on the Fatty's face.

The crowd below watched in amazement.

Even if Fei Shanqiu was the shame of the Intermediate Class, he was still someone who had advanced to it. How could he be pinned to the ground and beaten so easily?

Was he too weak, or was this year's freshman class too strong?

A minute later... "Stop, stop hitting me! Fatty admits defeat today!"