Defeating WuXi DiXi

Qian Qiao moved.

Qian Qiao's body, which had been retreating, suddenly came to a stop.

Using one hand as support, Qian Qiao took aim at the WuXi DiXi brothers' position.

The Photon Blood filling his legs shone with an increasingly intense crimson light.

Qian Qiao flexed his leg muscles, aided by the Faiz armor's enhancement.

All that remained in the WuXi DiXi brothers' eyes were the symbols on the soles of Qian Qiao's feet.

And those symbols grew larger and larger until they completely filled the WuXi DiXi brothers' vision.

"Haah!"

Qian Qiao viciously kicked both WuXi DiXi brothers in the face.

With his hand braced against the ground, Qian Qiao's legs straightened, his entire body forming a perfect line.

The WuXi DiXi brothers only felt as though their bodies had suffered a tremendous impact.

Then their minds gradually lost consciousness, slowly slipping into a coma, until nothing but darkness remained in their heads.

Boom!

The WuXi DiXi brothers were sent flying straight out.

At the instant Qian Qiao moved and the WuXi DiXi brothers were launched away, Zhu Zhuqing had also seized the perfect opportunity.

Zhu Zhuqing burst forth with incredible speed, reaching the WuXi DiXi brothers before they could fly away any farther.

"Haah!"

Zhu Zhuqing's long leg swept across the WuXi DiXi brothers' bodies, sending them even more accurately toward the space below the arena.

This added another layer of insurance, ensuring that the two would land beneath the arena before they could break free.

It also allowed Qian Qiao and Zhu Zhuqing to win the match outright.

Of course, what Zhu Zhuqing had done was merely an extra precaution. After all, Qian Qiao's kick was not something a mere Soul Elder could withstand.

Moreover, Zhu Zhuqing did not know that Qian Qiao had actually held back considerably with that kick. Otherwise, if he had unleashed it without restraint, he could have blown the two of them apart on the spot.

But Qian Qiao had no grudge against WuXi DiXi, and the two had never done anything bad, so he went easy on them where he could.

It sounded like a lot had happened, but it had all taken place in the blink of an eye. Many of the lower-ranked spectators had not even registered it before the battle was over.

Zhu Zhuqing's kick successfully sent the WuXi DiXi brothers below the arena, kicking up clouds of dust.

Only after the two truly lay beneath the arena did the audience realize that Qian Qiao and Zhu Zhuqing had won the match.

After all, at the start, the WuXi DiXi brothers had used their First Soul Ring to rush up to Qian Qiao and immediately unleashed their Second Soul Skill. In the audience's eyes, Zhu Zhuqing had simply abandoned Qian Qiao and retreated to evade them.

Meanwhile, Qian Qiao had been forced back again and again by the brothers' power, only able to keep retreating. To the audience, it seemed that Qian Qiao would lose the match the moment he took even one hit.

Qian Qiao's constant dodging and WuXi DiXi's relentless advance only further proved the brothers' dominance.

Gradually, WuXi DiXi forced Qian Qiao into the corner of the arena, while his teammate Zhu Zhuqing could only helplessly trail behind them, waiting for WuXi DiXi to deal with Qian Qiao before turning to deal with her.

Just when the spectators thought the battle was over, and that the rest of the script would simply be WuXi DiXi driving Qian Qiao to the edge of the arena—

Either Qian Qiao would be struck while dodging and lose the match, or he would avoid taking damage only to be forced off the arena and lose anyway.

Then the WuXi DiXi brothers could slowly deal with Zhu Zhuqing.

But just when the audience thought the outcome was settled, Qian Qiao suddenly stopped and kicked WuXi DiXi flying. Taking advantage of the opening, his teammate Zhu Zhuqing sent them beneath the arena as well.

The WuXi DiXi brothers had actually lost.

The spectators had originally expected a fierce battle between the WuXi DiXi brothers, who had won six consecutive matches, and Qian Qiao, who had defeated the Desert Living Buddha with nine consecutive victories.

Yet who could have expected WuXi DiXi to suppress Qian Qiao from the very beginning? Just as the audience thought Qian Qiao would lose, he suddenly turned the tide and, together with Zhu Zhuqing, smoothly took WuXi DiXi out in a single exchange.

This battle, whose outcome had remained completely uncertain until the very end, truly sent the audience's hearts soaring and plunging.

Still, it had indeed been an exciting battle. Of course, this trash author's writing was definitely terrible.

But the audience were not Malphite, so once they pieced together the final sequence of events in their minds—

It naturally made sense that Qian Qiao was the victor.

Then it had to be true that Qian Qiao, as the Armored Man, had defeated the Desert Living Buddha, who had nine consecutive victories.

Dopamine surged through the spectators' brains, and they began roaring in congratulations for Qian Qiao while celebrating the match.

"Armored Man!"

"Armored Man!"

"Armored Man!"

The crowd's cheers left Qian Qiao feeling helpless. His codename was clearly Orga.

Beside Qian Qiao, Zhu Zhuqing watched him. He had shown no panic whatsoever even when WuXi DiXi had driven him into a dead end, yet now he seemed somewhat irritated by the name Armored Man.

Seeing such a stark contrast in Qian Qiao, Zhu Zhuqing smiled as well.

The smile on the cold and proud Zhu Zhuqing's face was like an iceberg melting—dazzling and radiant.

Qian Qiao looked at Zhu Zhuqing's smile. Though he himself had wanted to give a helpless wry smile, seeing Zhu Zhuqing reveal her natural sweetness as if an iceberg had melted, Qian Qiao instead showed a relaxed smile.

The two exchanged smiles, then quickly stopped, since neither of them was the type who liked to smile.

Perhaps even Zhu Zhuqing herself had not realized that the iceberg in her heart had truly begun to slowly melt because of Qian Qiao.

At that moment, the host stepped onto the stage, adding the final spark to the match.

"Let us congratulate the Light-Skillful Combination of Armored Man and Hell Spirit Cat for defeating the WuXi DiXi brothers and claiming victory in tonight's two-person soul battle!"

Holding a microphone, the host shouted toward the audience.

After all, stirring up the crowd's emotions was an essential skill for a Soul Arena host.

"Let us all congratulate the Light-Skillful Combination!"

"Congratulations!"

With the microphone in one hand, the host clenched his other fist and raised it high as he shouted.

"Light-Skillful!"

"Light-Skillful!"

"Light-Skillful!"

The audience also erupted into lively cheers.

Of course, some spectators were certainly unhappy, because before the match, they had bet on the WuXi DiXi Combination to win.

However, some who had watched Qian Qiao defeat the Desert Living Buddha, who had been on a nine-win streak, had taken a chance and bet on Qian Qiao. They were even more delighted.

Naturally, Principal Flender was among them.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!"

Flender looked at the betting slip for Qian Qiao's victory and calculated how much money he could collect after the match.

Flender believed that if he always bet on his own students to win, then one day he would become wealthy, and his reputation for stinginess would surely disappear.

Thus, when he saw Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun appearing in the next match, Flender took all his money to the Soul Arena betting counter.

But Flender had completely failed to notice that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's opponents in the next match were

the Desert Living Buddha and Oasis Bodyguard Combination in a two-person soul battle.