Martial Soul Fusion Skill

Tang San's shock was completely undisguised. The commotion of him suddenly rising to his feet naturally alerted the others in the lounge.

Xiao Wu, seated beside him, tilted her head in confusion. Looking at Tang San, who had lost his usual composure, she asked, "What's wrong, Third Brother?"

Although Tang San was shocked, he knew that his actions had drawn everyone's attention. Yet he had no way to explain such an absurd matter to them in detail.

Was he supposed to tell them that he had actually transmigrated from another world, and that he had now seen a divine weapon from his former world?

Just thinking about it, how many people would believe him?

Besides, during the academy entrance assessment and the sparring training Master had arranged, he had failed to recognize what was familiar about that sword. Remembering it only now felt rather strange.

Then Tang San suddenly recalled what Fu Hua had called the Golden Sword back then.

The Xuanyuan Sword.

It seemed that this name truly did not exist in his world. Added to the fact that the sword back then was indeed different from the one now, it was no wonder he had not reacted immediately.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking that the sword seems different now. It gives off a very strange feeling."

Suppressing the shock in his heart, his dark eyes remained fixed intently on the Xuanyuan Sword in Fu Hua's hand.

If he remembered correctly, in his previous life, this sword had been called the Emperor Sword. The mountains and rivers engraved upon it symbolized the territories ruled by an emperor, and it was a divine weapon that only ancient emperors could wield.

It was said that the Yellow Emperor had used this sword to defeat Chiyou.

After hearing Tang San's words, everyone looked at the Golden Sword again and indeed sensed a slight change.

"It seems to have become heavier, and its sharpness has become much more restrained," Dai Mubai said.

Compared to before, the Golden Sword truly gave off a heavier impression, as though merely looking at it felt like a mountain was pressing down upon one's body. The mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts depicted on it also seemed to have come alive, vivid and lifelike.

A single glance was enough to feel the vast and majestic aura within it.

"Huh? Really? I don't feel anything. That golden material... it can't be made of pure gold, can it?" Ma Hongjun said greedily.

He was already calculating how much food it could buy, and how many brothels he could visit!

"Scram, scram, scram. All you ever think about are women. Sooner or later, you'll fall into a woman's hands," Dai Mubai said, moving away from the fat man in disgust.

"Hehe! Boss Dai, you can't say that! As if I don't know you!"

He wore a lewd grin.

Dai Mubai desperately wanted to slap him. He shot a glance at Zhu Zhuqing from the corner of his eye, and only relaxed when he saw that her expression had not changed at all.

"Enough, stop fooling around. It'll be over soon. After that, it will be Fu Hua and Zhu Zhuqing's match," Master's calm voice sounded, and the lounge instantly fell silent.

The situation in the arena remained unchanged. Since Master had only permitted Fu Hua to use Soul Power, she summoned the Xuanyuan Sword. Her body did not move, yet the blade's sharp aura surged straight toward her opponents.

There were no unnecessary movements. The aura released by her martial soul alone defeated the two burly men. Large and small cuts covered their bodies, traces of injuries inflicted by sword qi.

As though she found it troublesome, Fu Hua had not even moved. Only Ning Rongrong stood behind her, supporting her with a Strength Boost.

The audience fell utterly silent. After a brief stillness, astonishing cheers suddenly erupted—their worship for the strong.

"Damn, Crimson Kite is so strong! Just sword qi defeated those two bullies!"

"This is the first time I've seen Lady Crimson Kite's martial soul! It's as noble and elegant as she is!"

"Amazing, amazing! Who would have thought that after three months, Crimson Kite's return would be this powerful? I wonder what her Soul Power is now."

"Who cares what it is? As long as Lady Crimson Kite is handsome!"

Amid the cheers, a group of women suddenly began screaming, and what they shouted could not help but make people laugh.

"Crimson Kite, Crimson Kite, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice!"

Well then, there was no need to guess—they were the fan club.

With such neat, uniform outfits and slogans, the group consisted entirely of women. Their faces were filled with fanaticism, as though they could not wait to rush up and tear off Fu Hua's mask.

Even Fu Hua could not help but freeze at the sight of those aggressive women. Her blank expression made Ning Rongrong laugh.

Ning Rongrong reached out and tugged on her sleeve, then pouted meaningfully. The meaning was obvious: shouldn't you respond to your fans?

Fu Hua actually considered it seriously. However, perhaps because they had yet to reach the level of tacit understanding, Fu Hua had clearly misunderstood Ning Rongrong's meaning.

She probably wants me to make them quiet, Fu Hua thought.

However, she knew how to make opponents quiet. Making this group of spectators quiet seemed... somewhat difficult.

Just as Fu Hua was considering how to quiet these crazed women, the faces of Mei and Kiana suddenly flashed through her mind.

She remembered that Mei's way of making Kiana quiet was...

"Shh! Don't disturb the others, okay?"

Her index finger lightly rested against her lips. Smiling eyes curved gently, and the corner of her mouth exposed beneath the mask lifted into a tender smile. Her voice was soft and gentle, completely unlike her usual cold demeanor.

That contrast instantly caused the girls' minds to crash.

At that moment, only one sentence echoed in their minds.

Lady Crimson Kite is so gentle. She smiled at me.

Then there was nothing after that. The crazed female fans instantly seemed to have smoke coming from all seven orifices, and the venue fell into deathly silence.

In the quiet space, several voices seemed to murmur.

"What... just happened? Why do I feel a little dizzy?"

"I'm a man, I'm a man. How could I possibly think another man looks good?"

"Crimson Kite smiled, and then I went crooked."

Very good. That last brother had voiced the thoughts of most of the men present.

Even Manager Ao seemed unable to react, staring blankly at the dazzlingly charming youth on the Soul Battle stage.

Ning Rongrong held her forehead. She had been wrong. She should not have expected anything from Fu Hua!

Among the VIP seats on the second floor—

Xue Qinghe wore the same dazed expression. After calming the excitement he had felt upon seeing the Golden Sword, he then witnessed Fu Hua unconsciously radiating charm without any awareness of it.

A desolate feeling rose in his heart, and before he realized it, he had spoken his thoughts aloud.

"How many love rivals will there be in the future?"

His tone was full of grievance, like an abandoned wife lamenting in her chambers. Displayed on Xue Qinghe's handsome face, it instantly made the two soldiers behind him shudder.

Sure enough, they had to report to the Heaven Dou Emperor as soon as possible. Otherwise, the imperial family would truly face a great disaster.

At first, Xue Qinghe had not thought this way. But when he saw Fu Hua holding the Xuanyuan Sword, he had already made up his mind—no matter what, he had to make her his.

After calming down, he spoke in a faint voice.

"Go. Secretly inform Manager Ao of the Great Soul Arena and have him contact Heaven Dou Imperial City immediately. Crimson Kite must never fall into Spirit Hall's hands."

As though suddenly recalling something, he added, "Also notify the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Tell him that his daughter is in danger."

"Yes."

After dismissing the two soldiers, Xue Qinghe's eyes turned solemn as he watched the Xuanyuan Sword slowly disappear, his fists tightly clenched.

"Bibi Dong must never obtain her."

He had actually called the Spirit Hall Pope by name.

Fu Hua's second Soul Battle began without much delay. Those spectators who had yet to leave were puzzled for a moment when they saw Fu Hua take the stage again, before suddenly seeming to realize something.

The already lively stands erupted in excitement once more. It could be said that this was the first time such a scene had appeared in the Great Soul Arena's history.

"Alright, then I won't say much more. This next Soul Battle will once again involve Crimson Kite. The Nether Crimson Kite Combination will face the Fire Snake Combination!"

The Fire Snake Combination consisted of two women, both in the prime of their youth, with fiery figures and alluring faces.

One wore a fiery-red qipao dress, her fair thighs appearing and disappearing through its slit, drawing howls from countless hungry wolves. Her curvaceous figure further enhanced her charm; her lips were like fire, her hair like waves of flame. Her phoenix eyes were casting flirtatious glances at Fu Hua, as passionate as blazing fire, leaving people parched and dry-mouthed.

Ordinary men truly could not withstand her.

The other was different from this fiery and bold woman. Her long red hair hung smoothly down her back, while her snake-like eyes carried a faintly sinister air. Her features were seductive, and her boneless body moved like a snake. Her slender waist seemed as though it would snap with a single grasp.

She was a woman like poison—one could not help approaching her, only to be ruthlessly devoured.

What would happen if a snake and a cat were put together?

Fu Hua did not know, but Zhu Zhuqing's fully guarded posture beside her made Fu Hua understand that it certainly would not be friendly.

Fire Snake, Fire Snake—naturally, one of them was a snake. Judging from the temperaments displayed by the two women, Fu Hua concluded that the woman as passionate as fire was likely a fire-attribute soul master, while the poisonous woman was naturally the snake.

A snake was naturally cold and yin, yet it was paired with fire. Their connection was certainly not as simple as it appeared.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

The thought suddenly surfaced in Fu Hua's mind. Could it be...?

But she no longer had time to continue thinking. With the host's command, the atmosphere in the arena abruptly changed. The two women opposite them summoned their Martial Souls, and just as Fu Hua had judged, the woman in the qipao was indeed a fire-attribute soul master. Her Martial Soul was a fire whip that radiated scorching heat.

Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings—the optimal configuration.

The other woman was clearly a beast Martial Soul master. Her Martial Soul was a red snake that emitted a cold, sinister aura. After Martial Soul Possession, the girl's temperament became even colder, and her boneless waist coiled around the other woman's body.

This woman also had the optimal configuration of two yellow and one purple Soul Rings.

At that moment, the woman in the qipao smiled sweetly, and in an instant, a hundred flowers seemed to lose their color. Many spectators in the arena could not help becoming entranced by her smile.

Fu Hua, however, turned solemn. This was Charm.

As the qipao woman smiled, her first and second Soul Rings lit up—Charm and Binding, respectively.

The scorching fire whip extended toward them. Just as it was about to wrap around Zhu Zhuqing's legs, Fu Hua reached out and pulled her back, directly retreating with her. Only then did Zhu Zhuqing slowly break free from the qipao woman's suddenly unleashed Charm skill.

But it was not over yet. The previously boneless red-snake woman suddenly rushed toward Fu Hua along the fire whip, her first Soul Ring lighting up.

It was a skill snakes excelled at most: Binding.

When a snake caught its prey, it would often strangle it to death before swallowing it whole. This skill was related to that habit.

Furthermore, the red-snake woman's body was soft and boneless, as slippery as a loach, making her impossible to catch.

Fu Hua swung the hand holding Zhu Zhuqing's and flung her aside. The Golden Sword appeared.

Along with it, three Soul Rings of different colors lit up.

Another cry of alarm rose from the audience.

"That's white—no way! Crimson Kite's third Soul Ring is actually a ten-year white Soul Ring!"

"Didn't he join the academy? How could he only have a ten-year Soul Ring?"

"What a pity!"

The audience's reactions were largely the same. Even the two women opposite her were greatly surprised.

They had heard of Crimson Kite's reputation. With the strength of a level-thirty Soul Grandmaster, she had completely defeated a level-thirty-seven Soul Elder. Her strength was absolutely not to be underestimated. Yet no matter how impressive the rumors were, seeing it for themselves still left them astonished.

Such tremendous strength, yet she had only obtained a ten-year Soul Ring?

White—who could say for certain that white necessarily represented ten years?

At that moment, Xue Qinghe no longer knew how to put his feelings into words. First the Xuanyuan Sword, and now this white Soul Ring.

It was as though Fu Hua still possessed even more undiscovered secrets, waiting for him to uncover them. From his initial shock to his current near-numbness, Xue Qinghe felt that Fu Hua had simply been born to vex him.

"A white Soul Ring! Could that rumor be true?"

Suddenly, as though he had seen something, Xue Qinghe stared incredulously at the white Soul Ring on Fu Hua's body...

Along the inner edge of the Soul Ring, in an inconspicuous band, a faint purple glow flickered. As though he had mistaken it, when he looked again, there was nothing there.

"Did I see it wrong?"

No matter what color Fu Hua's third Soul Ring was, this was the Soul Fighting Arena—a place for battle. They would not hold back simply because of their surprise.

The red snake girl still coiled around Fu Hua. Her boneless body wrapped directly around Fu Hua's entire waist, her hands resting on Fu Hua's shoulders like the embrace of lovers.

Suddenly, Fu Hua's waist tightened, and her entire body was uncontrollably drawn toward the woman with the flame-whip Martial Soul. The fire whip that had originally lashed toward Zhu Zhuqing had somehow wound itself around the red snake girl's waist.

Using this force, Fu Hua was slowly pulled toward her opponents.

Her waist was constricted, and her body was entangled by the red snake girl, leaving her unable to exert strength. She seemed to have fallen into a difficult situation.

But Fu Hua was not fighting alone.

Behind the cheongsam-clad woman, a trace of netherworld darkness appeared.

Hell Stab, Netherworld Hundred Claws!

They instantly struck at vital points all over her body. If the woman insisted on pulling Fu Hua, then she would be the first one eliminated.

Her delicate brows furrowed as she rapidly considered a response. In less than a second, she could only helplessly switch to defense, releasing the fire whip binding the red snake girl and swiftly winding it around herself.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!

Zhu Zhuqing's attack power at level twenty-nine was still too low. She simply could not break through the cheongsam-clad woman's defenses. Judging from the fluctuations of her Soul Power, she was at least around level thirty-eight.

The red snake girl was about the same. Combined with that incomparably soft body, even Soul Masters of the same level could not escape her entanglement.

Unfortunately, Fu Hua could not be judged by ordinary standards. Master had forbidden her from using her other abilities, but her Soul Power was also exceptionally high.

Soul Power instantly poured into the Xuanyuan Sword, drawing upon the power stored within it.

"Thunder, come forth."

Thunder summoned by level-forty Soul Power had an even stronger paralyzing effect.

A tingling numbness gradually spread across the red snake girl's body. Every part of her that touched Fu Hua went limp beyond her control.

The two entwined figures were about to separate. Once they did, the immobilized red snake girl would be directly eliminated. At the critical moment, a fiery red whip struck from the side—the flame arrived before the whip itself.

The blazing fire struck directly against the Xuanyuan Sword Fu Hua had raised.

The flames were absorbed.

Xuanyuan's passive activated.

Three energy swords shot forth, tracing winding arcs as they pierced straight toward the cheongsam-clad woman.

The woman's expression changed. Her hands moved swiftly, but she still could not match the speed of the three energy swords.

The cheongsam-clad woman and the red snake girl exchanged a glance, both wearing grave expressions.

In an instant, a scorching presence swept across the entire Soul Fighting Arena, its fiery crimson light illuminating countless faces.

Fu Hua gave a startled cry. That was...

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

PS: Monthly Votes have reached eighty, so here's an extra chapter.

PS1: There will definitely be an interesting twist.

PS2: If I'd known, I shouldn't have clicked on it out of curiosity. If I couldn't see it today, I wouldn't have had to update. Sigh!