The Edge of a Sword Is Honed Through Hardship

The third student the other side sent out was an attack-type Soul Master. In the end, Mu Jing had relied on control skills to exhaust his Soul Power and claim victory.

But at this point, she herself had less than a third of her Soul Power remaining.

With only this little Soul Power left, she truly had no confidence in defeating the opponent's final Soul Ancestor as well.

Still, since Tang Liu said she could do it...

Then she would try her best.

Mu Jing silently retreated to the edge of the arena and watched her fourth opponent step onto the stage before taking his position at the edge as well.

Before long, the referee announced the start of the match.

Her opponent immediately charged toward her. As he rushed forward, four Soul Rings—two yellow and two purple—rose beneath his feet.

At the same time, a snow-white longsword appeared in his hand.

When the distance between them was less than three meters, the student's first Soul Ring lit up.

The snow-white longsword in his hand gave a clear hum. Its tip then shot out over a foot of pure white sword light. In the next instant, he thrust forward, his blade streaking toward Mu Jing's throat with razor-sharp force.

Mu Jing lightly tapped the ground with her toes and leaned backward, bending at the waist to evade his thrust.

Then, before he could withdraw his sword, she kicked upward. Her toe struck the snow-white Sword Body precisely, knocking it upward.

Borrowing that force, Mu Jing's graceful body flipped once through the air. When she faced the student again, she lightly flicked the Seven-Star Plum branch before her.

Her first Soul Ring lit up as well, and a vast wave of ice and snow swept toward the student.

Since they were