The atmosphere on the arena tightened to its breaking point in an instant.
Xiao Wu lightly tapped the ground with her toes, her figure light and elusive. The glow of her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul burst across her body, and three Spirit Rings—two yellow and one black—rose in sequence, swirling around her.
Her thirty-third-level Soul Power surged without reserve, and the flexibility of her limbs instantly reached its peak.
Her gaze was utterly serious, without a trace of her usual sweet, playful innocence.
Brother Wu Xing was watching from the stands.
She couldn't lose this match.
Even if her opponent was Zhu Qing, someone she spent every day with and was very close to, she didn't want to give up even the slightest advantage in front of Brother Wu Xing.
On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing lowered her body slightly, her back arched. She looked like a shadow poised to strike.
Her Nether Civet Martial Soul gleamed darkly, and cold Soul Power spread across the arena. Her Spirit Rings, two yellow and one black, pulsed and shimmered in turn.
The sharp glint of her claws flashed, lightly slicing through the air.
Zhu Zhuqing had always been cool and reserved, rarely competing with anyone.
But today was different.
The figure below the arena was the one person in her heart she wanted most to draw close to, the one she wanted to prove herself to.
Both were thirteen years old, both were thirty-third-level Soul Elders, and both possessed a rare Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Their talents, levels, and configurations were almost exactly the same.
No one could say for sure which of them was stronger.
The entire audience erupted.
In an ordinary Soul Fighting Arena, matches between opponents of the same rank were commonplace.
But a duel between two