Imperial Fighting KPI: One Each, No Fighting Over Them; Spirit Emperor vs. Spirit King
Seeing that the opponent had sent out the main force of the Golden Generation, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes turned slightly cold, and a faint divine light flowed from her left arm and chest.
She possesses an External Soul Bone.
In addition, Lin Qingmo helped her plan for a 50,000-year-old top-grade Soul Bone and a 70,000-year-old first-class Soul Bone.
If she really wanted to fight to the bitter end, she was absolutely certain she could tear this behemoth in front of her to shreds!
Before she could even begin, Lin Qingmo transmitted his voice, "Zhu Zhuqing, call it a day when you're done."
"It's not worth wasting your Soul Power fighting this big roasted sweet potato. Let Yanzi handle this heavy work."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's cold lips curled into a very faint smile.
He immediately and decisively withdrew his Martial Soul, turned around, and stepped off the stage.
"?!"
Yan was completely bewildered. "What does this mean? You... you dare to look down on me?"
Enraged by being ignored, Yan felt like his body was on fire and his lungs were about to explode!
On the royal battle preparation stand, Lin Qingmo turned his head to glance at Dugu Yan, who was already unable to contain herself.
"Yanzi, go pour some cold water on this guy and cool him down."
Lin Qingmo's lips curled into a cunning smile as he murmured, "Remember, finish this quickly, don't delay our trip to Spirit City for a big meal later."
"Don't worry, if I don't make him cough up three pounds of bitter gall within ten moves, I'm not Dugu Yan!"
Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes flashed with a bright green light, and she chuckled sweetly as she gracefully walked towards the arena.
The atmosphere of frenzy Great Soul Arena, where 100,000 people gathered, had reached its peak.
The shouts from the audience rose and fell like angry waves.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating the anticipated fierce clash between the Spirit King.
To most people, this was destined to be an extremely fierce battle.
In the center of the arena.
Yan's entire body was enveloped in scorching lava and raging fire.
The dark red Soul Power distorted the surrounding space violently.
He watched as Dugu Yan, who had voluntarily replaced Zhu Zhuqing, slowly stepped onto the arena, and a cold, extremely arrogant smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"What? That little girl from the Hell Spirit Cat was scared, so you're coming up here to die?"
Yan twisted his neck, his joints making a cracking sound, and pointed down at Dugu Yan.
"Dugu Yan, don't think that just because your grandfather is the Azure Phosphorus Douluo Dugu Bo, I'll go easy on you!"
"Let me give you a piece of advice: if you know what's good for you, admit defeat now, or I'll burn you bald and then have your grandpa come to settle scores with my Spirit Hall."
Faced with Yan's overwhelming sarcasm, Dugu Yan didn't even flinch.
She crossed her arms, her clear, eerie green eyes seeming to be looking at a circus clown jumping around.
"Are you done talking?"
Dugu Yan tilted her head slightly, a playful smile curving her lips, "You talk too much nonsense."
"You..." Yan's face darkened, and he was about to explode.
"Open your dog eyes and see clearly."
Dugu Yan's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an inherent arrogance.
The next instant,
A blindingly bright green beam of light shot into the sky from Dugu Yan's body.
The Berserk aftershocks of the poisonous gas transformed into a gust of wind, causing the protective shield to crackle and pop!
Immediately afterwards, heart-stopping rays of light spiraled and rose one by one beneath Dugu Yan's feet!
Yellow, purple, black!
Five Spirit Ring rose up.
However, just when countless people thought it was over.
Buzz!
A black halo, even darker and deeper than the previous one, imbued with a heavy pressure, suddenly bloomed on the fifth Spirit Ring with a rhythmic black light!
Sixth ring – Black!
The six Spirit Ring are like an insurmountable mountain.
The terrifying pressure of level 65, with its overwhelming force, extinguished more than half of the lava flames released by Yan on the entire arena!
Yan's previously arrogant boasting came to an abrupt halt.
He stared wide-eyed at the two striking black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath Dugu Yan's feet.
The flames all over his body were quickly extinguished as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them.
"Six... Sixth Ring Road?"
"Spirit Emperor? You're the Spirit Emperor!"
Yan's voice was as dry as dried tree bark, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
His earlier boast now seemed like a complete joke.
An eerie silence had fallen over the Shrek Team's seats.
Snap!
Flender's glasses slipped off and fell to the ground.
But he didn't even bother to pick it up.
He simply stared wide-eyed at the girl on the stage who resembled a viper queen.
"Soul... Spirit Emperor..."
Yu Tianheng's body trembled violently, his heart filled with endless shock and loss.
"Yanzi, she's actually already Spirit Emperor!"
He was once a member of the same Imperial Fighting Team.
He originally thought that after leaving the Royal Fighting Academy and training desperately at Shrek, he had narrowed the gap.
But now he realizes that there is an insurmountable chasm between him and Dugu Yan!
Osler and the Shi Brothers both had somber expressions.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts sinking.
"My God!" Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, his voice trembling with fear, "What's the point of fighting like this?!"
"Besides Tang San, the highest level in our team is only around level 40, while the Royal Fighting team has an extra Spirit Emperor."
Oscar looked equally desperate. "Grandmaster just said to conserve our energy for the Loser's Bracket. If we run into the Spirit Hall in the Loser's Bracket, do we really have a chance of winning?"
Hearing the students' cries of agony, Yu Xiaogang's expression turned grave.
Yu Xiaogang's stiff, deadpan face had now turned ashen.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! How could there still be a Spirit Emperor in the Royal Battle?" Yu Xiaogang screamed inwardly.
Standing at the very front, Tang San stared intently at the six Spirit Ring beneath Dugu Yan's feet, his eyes slightly bloodshot.
But his arrogance remained, and he said coldly, "So what if you're Spirit Emperor? Your level is just a reflection of your Soul Power reserves!"
Tang San's eyes flashed with a cold and arrogant light as he frantically tried to mentally prepare himself.
"I possess the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world; I have the Tang Sect Secret Arts and the profound mysteries of the Great Sumeru Hammer; I have a complete set of Soul Bone; and I also have the Hundred Interpretations of Hidden Weapons."
"Even if she's Spirit Emperor, I can personally cut her down from her horse!"
"I, Tang San, am the sole embodiment of truth and the only prodigy on this continent!"
Inside the Spirit Hall's preparation area.
Xie Yue's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water. "Level 65, just how many Monster is the Imperial Fighting Team hiding?"
On the high platform, Xue Ye suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Sect Master Ning!" Xue Ye looked anxiously at Ning Fengzhi beside him. "When did my Heaven Dou Royal Academy cultivate such an extraordinary young Spirit Emperor? Why was I completely unaware of this before?"
Ning Fengzhi a wry smile and gently shook his head, "Your Majesty, to be honest, even I only just realized Miss Dugu's true strength."
Looking down at Lin Qingmo, who was strategizing with great confidence, Ning Fengzhi's eyes were deep, and his heart was already churning with turbulent emotions.
"Truly, he remains silent until he makes a stunning statement."