After exchanging blows for two or three minutes in the arena, Xiao Wu successively unleashed her Third Soul Skill and First Spirit Ability.
Above her, purple and yellow soul rings lit up in succession.
Teleportation!
Waist Bow!
Xiao Wu's figure suddenly appeared behind Zhou Bing, who had not reacted at all.
Bang!
The next second, pink Soul Power flickered in Xiao Wu's hand, transforming into a strangely shaped hammer that she swung fiercely at the back of his head.
Xiao Wu had definitely held back with that blow. Otherwise, even a Beast Spirit Soul Ancestor would have been left with a bloodied, shattered head.
It could not be helped—Xiao Wu's Third Soul Skill, Teleportation, was simply too overpowered. Though its range was only a few meters, it was still enough to easily alter the course of a battle.
After Xiao Wu's victory, the spectators immediately erupted into thunderous cheers.
The referee watched the scene with slight shock before announcing Xiao Wu's victory under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators.
"She... she won!"
"And she won so easily!"
Dai Mubai stared blankly at the scene in the Battle Soul Arena, muttering to himself.
Although he had broken through to level thirty-seven, if he had fought Zhou Bing, then even knowing the effects of Zhou Bing's spirit abilities, he would have had at most a twenty percent chance of defeating him.
Yet such an opponent, one who even he found extremely troublesome, had been effortlessly defeated by Xiao Wu, who was at the same level as him.
For the first time, Dai Mubai doubted his own White Tiger Spirit.
Was the White Tiger Spirit really the continent's most powerful Beast Spirit?
Why could it not even compare to the Soft Bone Rabbit Spirit?
Was that reasonable?
Just as Dai Mubai