Surrender! Is the Saintess Really That Sensible?

Ning Fengzhi to himself, "Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul was able to evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda entirely thanks to the Immortal Herb."

"The explosive growth in the strength of the entire Imperial Fighting Team is definitely his doing!"

"This young man's inner strength is simply unfathomable..."

certainly,

He naturally couldn't reveal a single word of these secrets concerning the immortal Immortal Herb and Lin Qingmo cards to Xue Ye.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Fighting Team's preparation area.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was completely ecstatic.

The smile on that old face was even brighter than a blooming chrysanthemum.

He stroked his long beard vigorously, beaming with pride. "As expected of my own granddaughter, she's dazzling these people!"

"Hahaha, I've completely saved face today."

Lin Qingmo glanced at him leisurely, and complained mercilessly, "You're done, old poisoner, let's get over it. Your mouth is going to be split to the base of your ears."

"Cough cough, I got a little excited." Dugu Bo choked and blushed.

Yan was already drenched in cold sweat.

"Weren't you shouting fiercely just now, ' Flame Lord '?"

Dugu Yan slightly raised her slender, jade-like fingers, and a wisp of emerald-green snake venom, exuding an overwhelming level of poison, swirled around her fingertips.

"We agreed on three moves."

A cold glint flashed in Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips, "Can you withstand the first move?"

The shockwave overturned the Lie Yan, and the deadly poison surged back like a raging wave.

Under this absolute suppression of hierarchy and strength, the pride of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation is about to be crushed in front of 100,000 people!

"The winner of this round Dugu Yan from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"

The referee's shout of victory had barely faded.

The once invincible "Flame Lord" Yan had fallen in the center of the arena.

His body was swollen, his face had an eerie dark green tinge, and he was foaming at the mouth.

Even the lava armor turned into wisps of foul-smelling green smoke.

His whole body convulsed like a catfish out of water.

Two Guard from the Spirit Hall rushed onto the stage and hurriedly carried Yan off.

With a face ashen, Xie Yue stepped onto the arena.

He looked at the relaxed-looking Dugu Yan, cupped his hands, bowed his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Dugu, thank you for going easy on me."

"Yan is a brat who speaks without thinking. Please, for the sake of the Spirit Hall, bestow the antidote."

Xie Yue was a responsible Captain; even at this moment, he was still thinking about Yan, who had been poisoned.

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes listlessly and flicked her finger. "He won't die."

"The poison in his body will naturally subside after three hours; consider this little bit of pain as a way to cleanse his mind."

Xie Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but the seriousness in his eyes deepened.

Dugu Yan glanced at him coldly and said leisurely, "You're just a level 52 Spirit King. Take my advice and just admit defeat, so you don't end up turning into a green-haired turtle and being carried off the stage."

"Admit defeat?"

Xie Yue straightened his body, and a cold light illuminated his resolute face.

"As a member of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, even if I am defeated on the stage today, I will never back down a single step!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Dugu Yan's eyes.

That stubbornness actually has a certain backbone.

However,

In this world where strength reigns supreme, backbone cannot bridge insurmountable gaps.

Dugu Yan's Soul Power was thirteen levels higher than his.

He also possesses two 70,000-year-old top-grade Soul Bone and one 40,000-year -Torso Bone.

The competition was completely predictable, even somewhat brutal.

Fifteen minutes later.

The fighting stopped abruptly.

"Thump!"

The Xie Yue fell to the ground.

A bright green handprint was imprinted on his chest, and his face was also dark green. He was kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state, panting heavily.

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Dugu Yan wins!"

The referee then announced the result again.

The applause and shouts from the stands had completely spiraled out of control.

Two wars!

Dugu Yan single-handedly inflicted severe injuries on two Golden Generation geniuses from the Spirit Hall!

Emperor Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Empire was so happy that his beard trembled, he slammed his hand on the table and stood up, laughing heartily.

"Okay! Okay!"

"Truly worthy of being a genius of our Heaven Dou Royal Academy! Women are just as capable as men!"

"Such a prodigy deserves a reward! A generous reward indeed!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin crossed his arms, nodded slightly, and couldn't help but sigh, "That Old Poison Freak really did raise such a wonderful granddaughter."

Dugu Bo held his chin high, his nostrils pointing to the sky, and the wrinkles on his old face beamed with joy.

After Xie Yue was carried off the field, only two people remained on the Spirit Hall's reserve team.

Hu Liena took a deep breath and strode onto the ring with her long, slender legs.

Dugu Yan looked at her with a half-smile, "Nana, wasn't it enough that I beat you up on Sea God Island? Want to try again today?"

Hu Liena gave a bitter smile, her expression filled with helplessness and resentment.

In front of 100,000 spectators, this renowned Martial Soul Hall Saintess of the Spirit Hall suddenly did something that made everyone's eyes pop out.

She gracefully raised her delicate hand.

"The Spirit Hall Platinum Team, Hu Liena... concedes defeat."

The soft voice carried through the loudspeaker throughout the venue, causing a small commotion.

"You've given up?"

"Her Saintess Hall actually admitted defeat?"

"Nonsense, he's a level 65 Spirit Emperor, what's the point of fighting him!"

"To knowingly go up and get beaten up when you can't win is foolish!"

Dugu Yan wasn't surprised at all.

On the contrary, the spectators in the stands who had been expecting the Saintess to leave the stage looked disappointed.

Hu Liena turned around, her beautiful eyes sweeping across half the arena, and gave Lin Qingmo a deep look in the distance.

She had already witnessed the extraordinary nature of the Imperial Fighting Team during their grueling training on Sea God Island.

To go to war with a Spirit Emperor who has all his trump cards up in an individual competition is simply out of his mind.

The ultimate weapon of the Spirit Hall Platinum Team is her and her brother Xie Yue's Martial Soul Fusion Skill - Demon Charm!

As long as you conserve your stamina for team battles.

Even if they can't beat that freak Lin Qingmo,

They will absolutely be able to showcase the unparalleled brilliance of the Golden Generation to the entire continent.

At this moment, only one spot remained on the Spirit Hall's reserve team.

The silver-masked woman who was merely a figurehead and had virtually no presence throughout the entire event.

Qian Renxue.

Her cold, silver mask concealed her stunning beauty, leaving only a pair of cold, golden eyes.

The Spirit Hall members around her all thought she was just a Soul Ancestor to make up the numbers, and no one even expected her to turn the tide.

Qian Renxue's gaze swept across the long crowd and landed directly on Lin Qingmo.

Beneath the mask, a slight smile curved her luscious, thin lips.

"Lin Qingmo, what's the point of me going on stage if you don't go yourself?"

Qian Renxue snorted coldly in her heart, a cold glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"My stage is not for playing around with a Dugu Yan."

"In the final team battle, I will fight you in front of the whole world."

Qian Renxue raised her hand decisively, making a gesture of abstaining.

"In the first round of the arena competition, the Imperial Fighting Team emerged victorious with the highest accumulated points and advanced to the finals!"

Referee Salas practically gritted his teeth as he announced the result.