Meanwhile, on the Soul Fighting Platform...
Bei Bei stood at the edge of the arena, his left hand behind his back and his right hand raised slightly.
Blue-violet lightning danced nimbly across his fingertips. On closer inspection, tiny golden flecks could be seen hidden within it.
He looked up at the tall figure in black across from him, a confident smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Sanshi, you're in for a rough time this round~
You could've been a perfectly good genius, but instead you had to become a lovesick doormat.
And now look at you—you've roused the people's wrath.
On the other side, Xu Sanshi, his tall frame looming, was adjusting the flow of his Soul Power.
As though sensing Bei Bei's faintly pitying gaze, he quickly looked up and glared back at him, feigning a menacing expression.
"Damn it, Bei Bei! What was that look for? You really think you've got me beat?"
"No, you misunderstood..."
"Enough talk. Let's get this Soul Fighting match started! Those Dragon Whisker Needles hurt like hell!"
"Sure~"
At that, the two men standing on opposite sides nodded to the referee in unison.
The Soul Saint referee didn't dare delay. He immediately activated the Soul Tool Shield around the Soul Fighting Platform.
There was no helping it. Given his strength and status, he really couldn't afford to slight two Outer Court disciples whose places were practically guaranteed.
"Outer Court fourth-year Bei Bei versus Outer Court fifth-year Xu Sanshi. Soul Fighting match..."
"Begin!"
At the referee's command, both men immediately activated Martial Soul Possession.
Two yellow and two purple Soul Rings slowly revolved around each of them, and the aura of two Soul Ancestors swept across the arena.
"Sanshi, here I come!"
Facing a top defensive Soul Master as famous as himself,