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The instant the arena trembled, a Surging Waves-like uproar suddenly rose from the tens of thousands of spectators, the tide of sound sweeping across the entire stadium.
At that moment, the scene was sharply divided: Chang'an fans worried sick, Canghui fans berating Xiao Yi while cheering Lian Changzhi on, and neutral fans happy to watch the returning spectacle. It was as lively as could be.
Lian Changzhi had only used his Sixth Soul Skill just now, and though he had not gone all out, it was still the pressure of a Soul Douluo.
Yet what shocked everyone was that Chen Xinyi had used the body of a Soul King to forcibly withstand that blow. Though her face was pale now, she still stood stubbornly upright.
Thinking back to the Blood Spear Formation from before, that final strike, Heaven and Earth Perish Together, had been amplified by the Iron-Blooded King's Banner; if not for the final explosion, Xiao Yi might not necessarily have been badly injured.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Though the description just now had been long, in truth only one or two breaths had passed.
At this moment, quite a few members of both academies' teams had already been invaded by the cold energy. Each circulated their power to expel the chill, preparing to face the confrontation that was about to arrive.
"Junior, don't be so arrogant!" Lian Changzhi shouted angrily. His eighth soul ring suddenly lit up, hanging high in the sky like a blood moon.
The plates of his Diamond Armor peeled away piece by piece, transforming into countless ice-crystal daggers that hovered and flickered in the Void, their cold light biting.
"Today I'll show you the true strength of a Soul Douluo—"
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