The Snake Matriarch watching the battle from the side constricted her pupils sharply.
That move just now had no soul power fluctuations whatsoever; it was purely an overwhelming crush of physical strength and technique!
"You..."
Meng Yiran came back to her senses, her pretty face flushing crimson, feeling both ashamed and annoyed as she tried to break free, but Jiang Chen held her firmly locked in place.
"Enough, Yiran."
The Snake Matriarch took a deep look at Jiang Chen. "We lost."
She was not someone who could not afford to lose.
Just now, even if it were herself, without using soul skills, she might not have been able to do it any better.
This kid... was far more complicated than he looked on the surface.
"I yield."
Jiang Chen released his grip, smoothly pulled up the Serpent Cane, and handed it back to Meng Yiran. "The cane is nice, but the person using it was just a bit hasty."
"As a Control-type Soul Master, without knowing your opponent's strength, blindly closing in for hand-to-hand combat—if you don't lose, who does?"
Meng Yiran took the Serpent Cane, her dainty body starting slightly at the words.
Though she really didn't want to admit it, this guy was completely right.
As a Control-type Soul Master, upon learning he was a Support-type Soul Master, she had subconsciously looked down on her opponent.
If she had known this, she would have used soul skills to restrict his movements first, then followed up with ranged attacks. Would she have...
Forget it, losing meant losing.
Meng Yiran looked up at Jiang Chen, bit her lip, and suddenly stepped a fraction closer.
"You... what's your name?"
"Jiang—"
Before Jiang Chen could finish speaking, he only felt a wave of fragrant wind wash over him, and a sensation of