"Bzz—!"
The blazing flames and purple-red energy ball collided violently in midair.
Two completely different kinds of soul power began eroding each other.
For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand, and a blinding light burst forth.
Suddenly, the energy at the point of contact began fluctuating violently, and unstable torrents of soul power erupted in every direction.
"Not good!"
"This is bad!"
Xia Yang and the blond man noticed the danger almost at the same time and instinctively retreated rapidly.
"Boom—!"
A deafening explosion rang out across the arena. A powerful shockwave swept up dense smoke and dust, instantly engulfing the entire platform.
"What happened? Who won?"
"Won what? This is clearly the end of the second round!"
"Brother who said he'd shit upside down if Flame Lion lost, don't run off. I'll be waiting to witness it myself."
"Hmph, who's running? I'm standing right here! I'm certain Flame Lion will win!"
"I'm rooting for Icefire God of War instead. This kid's got some real skills."
In the spectator stands, some of the audience had already begun supporting Xia Yang instead.
During the brief clashes in the previous two rounds, the strength Xia Yang displayed had clearly earned their recognition.
At that moment, smoke filled the platform, obstructing everyone's vision.
Suddenly, a fierce gust swept through, forcibly blasting the smoke and dust apart.
It was the Flame Lion Soul Master, charging fiercely out of the smoke!
"Roar—"
The Lion's Roar was overwhelmingly imposing, kicking up gusts of strong wind as he advanced.
"Again?"
Xia Yang's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"What, are you afraid?"
The Flame Lion Soul Master taunted as he charged forward.
"Hmph, why would I be afraid? You're the one who should be afraid!"
Xia Yang snorted coldly, refusing to yield.
**"First soul skill: Icefire Roar