Adapt to the Enemy, Never Be Bound by Fixed Forms

"Heavens, a Martial Soul Fusion Skill actually appeared."

At that moment, the audience erupted into a frenzy.

They had thought it would be an ordinary Spirit Fight, never expecting to see something as spectacular as a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Normally, every Spirit Fight involving a team with a Martial Soul Fusion Skill sold tickets at prices far above regular matches. Even then, there was no guarantee that the pair would use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill during the fight.

Now that they had gotten such a huge bargain for free, how could the audience not be excited?

The staff of the Great Soul Arena kept a close watch on every Spirit Fight.

The moment they saw the Martial Soul Fusion Skill appear, they immediately reported it.

In the end, the upper management of Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena unanimously decided to sell the remaining seats in the stands at raised prices.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's Spirit Fight had just ended.

Ning Rongrong walked through the Player Tunnel with a bright smile. "Zhuqing, you're amazing. We won that fight so easily."

Zhu Zhuqing was naturally aloof and replied flatly, "Your support was good too."

Praise had always worked well on Ning Rongrong, and even her steps became noticeably lighter.

"I wonder if Tianchen Gege's Spirit Fight has ended yet."

When they returned to the stands, they were met with a startling sight.

"Why are all these spectators rushing in one direction? Is there a Spirit Fight involving high-level badges?" Ning Rongrong muttered softly.

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. "Spirit Fights involving high-level badges are only held in the first district, the central Spirit Arena. These people are heading to the third district."

"The third district?" Ning Rongrong nodded absentmindedly at first, then cried out, "Isn't that the district Tianchen Gege is in?"

Without time to think further, Ning Rongrong immediately grabbed a nearby staff member and asked what was happening.

"Zhuqing, Tianchen Gege's opponents have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. This..." Ning Rongrong's face turned pale.

On a stage like the Great Soul Arena, a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was practically invincible.

Especially in Two-on-Two Spirit Fights, there had never been a case of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill losing to ordinary contestants.

That meant Ning Tianchen's match was likely in danger.

"Buy tickets. Let's go watch." Zhu Zhuqing patted her shoulder and spoke concisely.

"The Soul Power fluctuations emitted by their Martial Soul Fusion Skill seem to have faintly surpassed the limits of a Soul Ancestor. They may be able to contend with an ordinary Spirit King."

Ning Tianchen knew the Soul Power fluctuations of a Spirit King, and he made his judgment.

Back in the sect, he had only fought mid-level Soul Ancestors at most. He had never faced an opponent with such strength before.

The gap in strength between a Soul Elder and a Soul Ancestor was as vast as heaven and earth.

Just as Sword Douluo had said, "Before absolute strength, all techniques are illusions."

Oscar swallowed hard and said nervously, "T-Tianchen, our luck is terrible. How about we just surrender?"

Having spent time in Spirit Arenas, he had long understood the terrifying power of Martial Soul Fusion Skills.

Ning Tianchen did not think this was a matter of luck.

Could his record of more than fifty consecutive wins in the Great Soul Arena all have been due to good luck?

To him, being able to fight geniuses of his generation was something worth celebrating. There was no reason to retreat now.

"I'll keep fighting. If you want to leave, then leave!"

Martial Soul Fusion Skills were not invincible. Otherwise, wouldn't the Golden Iron Triangle and the Peerless Dragon Snake Couple have become the continent's strongest?

The foundation of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill lay in the Soul Masters themselves. Once the Soul Masters' bodies were attacked, the fusion state would instantly collapse.

Ning Tianchen's expression was resolute as he stared at his two opponents with blazing eyes.

Once the Martial Soul Fusion Skill was formed, the stands had long since filled up. Quite a few spectators would rather stand in the aisles to watch than leave.

"Surrender. Our sisters' Martial Soul Fusion Skill has never been defeated among Soul Elders," Yu Die's voice rang out.

Ning Tianchen steadied his mind, a mild smile appearing on his face. "Is that so? I've never lost to anyone of the same rank either. It seems one of our records will be broken today."

"It definitely won't be ours!" Yu Die smiled confidently.

The fused Mottled Bewitching Butterfly was much larger than before. The chopping knives on its wings were sharper as well.

At that moment, Yu Die and her sister stopped holding back and swung their chopping knives at Ning Tianchen.

"Seven Kill Sword Manual, Sword Control Stance."

The Seven Kill Sword blocked before him, taking up a defensive posture.

The chopping knives struck the blade, producing a crisp clang.

The Seven Kill Sword itself was exceptionally sturdy and suffered no damage. However, the force behind the chopping knives was borne squarely by Ning Tianchen.

With strength nearing that of a Spirit King, an ordinary Soul Elder would have had both arms shattered long ago. Ning Tianchen, by contrast, merely felt his arms go numb.

"The aerial battlefield isn't my domain. Against such overwhelming force, movement techniques are useless."

Ning Tianchen suddenly felt that his chances of victory were not high.

In a place as lawless as the Great Soul Arena, revealing his Sword Wings External Soul Bone could cause tremendous trouble.

After all, not everyone knew of the existence of External Soul Bones. Most would only assume it was a Torso Spirit Bone and hunt him down for it.

Without the tremendous aid of the Soul Bone, he truly had no particularly good way to deal with the enemy.

"No, there's still one move."

The cultivation of the Seven Kill Sword could roughly be divided into four stages. Walk-Transform-Spin-Flip and Light-Steady-Swift-Fast only counted as the first stage.

Chen Xin had taught him the goal of the second stage one month before he left the sect. However, he had yet to even reach the introductory level.

He would seek an opportunity for a breakthrough in actual combat.

If he succeeded, it was highly possible that he could turn the battle around. Even if he failed, there would be no loss. Besides, he was not someone who could not accept defeat.

"Third Spirit Ability, Sword Wings Soaring."

Ning Tianchen did not choose Sword Flight. Instead, he formed a Sword Finger with his right hand and used Soul Power to control the Seven Kill Sword.

His Sword Finger flicked lightly, and the Seven Kill Sword hovering in midair made a corresponding slashing motion.

By not gripping the sword directly, at least his arms would not be injured when facing such powerful attacks.

"Your Third Spirit Ability is quite good. Unfortunately, before our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, it simply isn't worth mentioning." Yu Die smiled contemptuously, her tone filled with mockery.

She admitted that Ning Tianchen's Third Spirit Ability was powerful. Before they used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, this kind of sword-controlling attack could have posed a tremendous threat to them.

Unfortunately, once the Martial Soul Fusion Skill was formed, the immense gap in strength could not be shaken by mere techniques.

Oscar wanted to urge Ning Tianchen to surrender, but when he saw the latter's expression, he ultimately said nothing. Instead, he silently withdrew from the Spirit Arena Stage.

Yu Die sneered. "Your friend has more foresight than you. Are you still refusing to surrender?"

Ning Tianchen's expression remained calm. "If you want to fight, then fight."

His Sword Finger swept through the air, and the Seven Kill Sword slashed out a pale white sword radiance.

The sword intent was bone-chilling, like iron cavalry charging across a desolate plain as it came howling down.