Hot blood always cooled eventually, and the clan competition began.
The upper-half arena was built entirely to the standards of the Great Soul Arena, a hundred meters in diameter and forged completely from refined steel rock.
On the stage, the two fighters saluted each other.
The young man on the left held a Red Butterfly Meteor Spear. He was thirteen or fourteen, with a resolute face, and a faint aura of iron-blooded slaughter emanated from him. He came from the Qin Clan's followers.
"Qin Huacheng, martial soul Red Tassel Meteor Spear, Level 28 Power Attack Type Soul Grandmaster!"
On the right stood a young girl of the same age, thirteen or fourteen. Her neat short hair only reached her shoulders, her face was no bigger than a palm, and her delicate features looked as if they had been carved. Yet there was a chill about her that perfectly matched the Seven Kill Sword in her hand, like immortal dew and a bright pearl, untouched by the mundane world.
"Chen Yanwu, martial soul Seven Kill Sword, Level 33 Spirit Type Battle Soul Venerable!"
Chen Yanwu was the daughter of Chen Xiaojun's clan uncle, Chen Chenglin. She had lost both parents when she was young and had lived in Chen Hanxin's home. Influenced by Chen Hanxin, she had chosen the path of the Spirit Type.
Spear and sword faced each other, sharp and intimidating. A wind rose from nowhere, sweeping up fine sand and dust that spun and howled outward, yet could not come within two meters of either of them.
Qin Huacheng knew his soul power could not match his opponent's, so he attacked first. He opened with the Collapsing Spear Stance, his Red Tassel Silver Spear thrusting level from above straight toward Chen Yanwu's throat with astonishing momentum.
The spear