What puzzled her even more was that there was something inexplicably familiar about the young man's bearing, as though she had seen him somewhere before, yet she could not recall where.
"Next match: Imperial Fighting Team versus Godwind Academy!"
The referee's voice rang out, interrupting Huo Wu's thoughts.
On the arena stage, Zhu Zhuqing wore a fitted black combat outfit that accentuated her slender figure. Four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—rose around her, and her Soul Power fluctuations had astonishingly reached level forty-two, Soul Ancestor!
After absorbing the immortal herb Ye Xuan had secretly given her, her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. She was no longer the little soul master who could only rely on others.
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze was sharp as a blade as she fixed it firmly on Feng Xiaotian.
She had to win—not only for the Imperial Fighting Team, but also to prove to Ye Xuan that she, Zhu Zhuqing, was no mediocre person. She was qualified to stand by his side!
"Match begin!"
Feng Xiaotian launched the first attack, activating his third soul skill and firing countless wind blades at Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing flashed aside, moving at the utmost speed. Like a phantom, she evaded every attack and instantly rushed before Feng Xiaotian.
"Netherworld Shadow Clone!" Zhu Zhuqing's figure split into several copies, all launching attacks at Feng Xiaotian simultaneously.
Feng Xiaotian's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly unleashed a soul skill to defend himself. But Zhu Zhuqing's attacks were too fierce, her clones working in seamless coordination. Every strike carried sharp Soul Power, battering him back step by step.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Netherworld Shadow Killing Slash!"
With a sharp cry from Zhu Zhuqing, her several clones merged into one. A black slash condensed in her hand and hacked viciously toward Feng Xiaotian.