Chen Xing vs. Qian Renxue

Bai Xue! It was that girl from before!

Chen Xing had barely stepped out of the lounge when he spotted the girl in white on the arena platform.

She even gave him a slight nod and a faint smile.

Chen Xing stepped onto the platform and took a deep breath.

He had not expected his final opponent to be her. Come to think of it, her aura felt somewhat familiar.

Chen Xing raised his head and looked toward the private box above.

Sure enough, Xue Qinghe was no longer inside!

No matter how slow he was, he had figured out the situation by now.

This person was obviously Qian Renxue! And she had told him her name was Bai Xue!

Chen Xing was truly speechless...

No wonder the host had barely introduced any information about her.

But wasn't she already fifteen this year? Was she really going to bully someone younger than her like this?

Just as he was thinking, the battle countdown on the giant screen reached zero.

The battle began.

Without giving Chen Xing much time to think, Qian Renxue launched the first attack.

To conceal her identity, she did not use Martial Soul Possession with her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Instead, she summoned the Holy Sword that came with her Martial Soul.

Four Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—appeared and pulsed beneath her feet.

[First Soul Skill: Angel Assault]

Watching her figure rush toward him, Chen Xing was not surprised by her four Soul Rings. He immediately activated [Second Soul Skill: Purple Imperial Sword Domain].

The 200% speed boost suddenly accelerated him, allowing him to circle around her.

Yet when the spectators saw this, they all cried out in shock.

What was going on? Why was this person a four-ringed Soul Ancestor?

A rigged match! I bet on this kid getting five straight wins! How could your Spirit Fighting Arena rig the match like this?

Why arrange for a Soul Ancestor to fight a newcomer? You clearly just wanted to cheat them out of their money.

Seeing the atmosphere grow increasingly heated, the host hurriedly explained.

"Please do not misunderstand. This battle will not be recorded."

"Regardless of who wins or loses, none of your wagers will be affected."

"After the match ends, anyone who placed a bet may go to the counter and have the staff refund it."

Only then did the crowd settle down.

On the arena platform, Qian Renxue's Soul Power Level had reached level fifty some time ago, but she had not yet had the chance to obtain her fifth Soul Ring.

With innate level-twenty Soul Power, even though her undercover mission had hindered her cultivation over the years, her training speed was still worthy of being called genius-level.

The enormous gap meant that every time Chen Xing blocked an attack, he had to expend even more Soul Power to disperse its force.

During that time, her next attacks would already come one after another, leaving Chen Xing constantly on the defensive.

"She's too strong! Her Martial Soul quality and Soul Power Level are both above mine."

"And she has Soul Bones as well. At this rate, defeat is only a matter of time."

"I need to find a way to break this deadlock!"

From beginning to end, Qian Renxue's second Soul Ring remained lit. That meant her second Soul Skill was also a status-enhancing skill.

If he wanted to find an opening, he could only wait for the effect of her Soul Skill to end.

As Qian Renxue continued her assault, she seemed to notice the look on Chen Xing's face and realize the issue.

She was level fifty while he was level thirty-two, yet she was still pressing him step by step. It really was a little like bullying someone younger than her.

She had only wanted to test Chen Xing's combat strength. How had she become serious as they fought?

For someone with level-thirty-two Soul Power to endure her attacks for so long, he was already remarkably talented. She ought to give him some opportunities to attack.

With that thought, she quietly relaxed and withdrew the enhancement from her second Soul Skill.

On Chen Xing's side, as he blocked another attack, he clearly sensed that the power behind this strike was far weaker than before.

Looking up, he saw that Qian Renxue's second Soul Ring had gone dark.

"The Soul Skill effect ended?"

"Good opportunity!"

If Qian Renxue's second Soul Skill had not ended soon, Chen Xing's Soul Power would have nearly run dry.

His physical condition had already been poor because of Ye Lanyi, and he had just fought four consecutive battles.

At this point, Chen Xing had less than thirty percent of his Soul Power remaining.

When he saw Qian Renxue withdraw her second Soul Skill, he immediately changed his strategy.

[First Soul Skill: Purple Imperial Sword Qi]

The Purple Imperial Bamboo in Chen Xing's hand suddenly blossomed with purple-gold light, and an incomparably sharp aura burst forth.

Using the speed enhancement from his second Soul Skill, Chen Xing, who had been forced to the edge of the arena, charged directly toward its center.

"Oh? Are you going to fight back?"

A smile touched Qian Renxue's lips. She had not expected him to still have the courage to charge at her.

That was more like it. It was far better than those who begged for mercy the moment they saw someone strong.

Without realizing it, Chen Xing's image in her eyes rose a little higher.

[Third Soul Skill: Purple Imperial Sword Slash]

While she was thinking, the youth had already closed in. The Purple Bamboo in his hand truly resembled a longsword as it slashed toward her with fierce momentum.

Clang!

The Purple Bamboo collided with the Holy Sword, and Qian Renxue was forcibly driven half a step back by the strike.

The sound of metal clashing was exceptionally crisp. The Holy Sword actually rang with a long metallic tremor.

"How is this possible?!"

Qian Renxue was stunned! It was clearly just a piece of bamboo—how could it possess such terrifying power?

Clang!

Another slash!

This one was clearly more than twice as powerful as the previous strike!

The hand gripping her Holy Sword could clearly feel the vibration coming from within the weapon.

Before Qian Renxue could adjust, even denser slashes followed!

"How much Soul Power does he still have? How can he keep attacking?!"

The youth curled his lips into a grin.

"My turn to attack!"

The first Soul Skill of the Purple Imperial Bamboo inflicted a 30% armor-breaking effect when it struck an enemy.

The second Soul Skill reduced the enemy's defense by 60%.

So long as one of his slashes landed, the damage his opponent suffered afterward would multiply.

Most importantly, when the third Soul Skill struck an enemy, it restored 70% of the Soul Power it had consumed.

With the thirty percent of Soul Power he had left, Chen Xing could still use his third Soul Skill many more times.

The more he slashed, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the greater the force behind his strikes.

He was finally getting back everything he had suffered during that long stretch of suppression.

Qian Renxue's second Soul Skill had just ended and entered cooldown, making it impossible for her to use it again anytime soon.

Now, she could either defend passively or use other methods.

Driven by curiosity, Qian Renxue was in no hurry to resist. She wanted to see just how much strength Chen Xing could bring out.

Fortunately, his Soul Power Level was not particularly high, so she could still withstand his current attacks.

She was becoming more and more interested in Chen Xing.

"A bamboo Martial Soul can actually contend with the Holy Sword of the Angel Martial Soul. Interesting!"

In the shadows.

She Long and Chi Xue were both shocked by the sight.

What was going on with this kid? What quality was his Martial Soul? How could he actually stand toe-to-toe with the young mistress?

Although Qian Renxue had not used her full strength, the Holy Sword was not something a piece of bamboo could compare to!

And why were this person's attacks growing stronger and stronger? Was his Soul Power limitless?

In the stands, all the spectators cheered for Chen Xing's offense.

A level-thirty-two Soul Elder was going head-to-head with a four-ringed Soul Ancestor. This battle was simply incredible.

The crowd's cheers reached Chen Xing's ears, causing the blood in his veins to boil once more.

At this moment, his fighting spirit surged. Although he had little Soul Power left within him, his fervent battle intent drove him into an excited state.

Without realizing it, the flow of Soul Power when he used his skills had faintly formed a closed loop.