"What kind of joke is this?"
"Has Qian Daoliu gone senile?"
"This battle is a contest between good and evil, between Qian Xunji and Zhongli Wu."
"How could borrowing someone else's power possibly be allowed?"
Watching the Angel Holy Sword fly toward the arena, Bibi Dong couldn't help complaining.
Strictly speaking, the Angel Holy Sword wasn't part of Qian Xunji's own power.
In Bibi Dong's eyes, Qian Xunji's idea of borrowing a divine artifact was pure wishful thinking.
The rules of the Arena Tournament surely wouldn't allow something like that.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, it wasn't fair.
But the next moment...
A sight that left Bibi Dong dumbfounded appeared.
The Angel Holy Sword pierced through the void and landed squarely in Qian Xunji's hand.
"Th-this... how is this possible?!"
Bibi Dong was shaken.
With the Angel Holy Sword, Qian Xunji was practically invincible.
This was the Angel God's divine artifact, the bane of all evil.
No matter how strong Zhongli Wu was, he couldn't possibly stop it.
"Now I have everything I need!"
On the arena, Qian Xunji held the Angel Holy Sword, like a sacred judge about to pass sentence on evil.
He was terrifyingly powerful now!
With the divine artifact bolstering him, Qian Xunji was confident he could defeat Zhongli Wu in three moves.
Zhongli Wu stood frozen in shock!
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He hadn't expected Qian Xunji would actually be able to borrow a divine artifact for the fight.
The battle was already halfway over.
Thanks to his formidable strength, Zhongli Wu had been on the verge of gaining the upper hand.
Then Qian Xunji borrowed a divine artifact in the middle of the match. Wasn't that fucking cheating?
"This is unfair!"
"This isn't fair..."
Zhongli Wu wanted to protest!
He felt like he'd been set up!
Qian Xunji's expression was cold as he mocked him.
"Your reserves are part of your strength!"
"My Angel Clan has carried on its legacy for ten thousand years. How could we be compared to an evil organization like yours?"
"Besides, which rule says you can't borrow the strength of your clan?"
"If you're not convinced, I'll give you a chance too. Go and bring out your trump card."
"If you can borrow a divine artifact from your Holy Spirit Cult, I won't say a single word."
"If I, Qian Xunji, am going to win, I'll win fair and square."
Qian Xunji's words made Zhongli Wu so furious he nearly spat blood.
He'd never seen anyone so shameless.
How was this fair and square?
Without the Angel Holy Sword, what was Qian Xunji worth?
And he was giving Zhongli Wu a chance to bring out the Holy Spirit Cult's divine artifact?
Their Holy Spirit Cult didn't have a damn divine artifact.
This was clearly just bullying him.
Zhongli Wu gritted his teeth, his face black as the bottom of a pot.
Seeing Zhongli Wu's ugly expression, Qian Xunji couldn't help sneering.
"Looks like you've reached the end of your rope."
"If so, I'll send you on your way."
"Remember, evil will never triumph over good!"
"The radiance of my Angel Clan will shine forever."
Qian Xunji swung the Angel Holy Sword.
He was ready to end the battle.
"Angel Judgment!"
As Qian Xunji brought his sword down, dazzling golden light blazed like the sun.
Zhongli Wu refused to accept defeat.
Even if he had to use every last trump card, he would test the might of the divine artifact.
Zhongli Wu unleashed his Ninth Soul Skill with all his strength. At the same time, the Bone Dragon King's powers of wind and fire reached their peak.
Black and white intertwined across the arena.
The sight gripped the hearts of countless spectators.
With a thunderous boom...
Zhongli Wu flew backward, spitting blood.
He was left with barely half his life.
The might of a divine artifact was beyond what a mere mortal body like his could ever match.
The Angel Holy Sword had been made to slay Evil Soul Masters.
No matter how hard Zhongli Wu fought, he couldn't change the outcome.
"I give up!"
Zhongli Wu finally stopped being stubborn.
He had a feeling that if Qian Xunji struck him one more time, he would die for sure.
It was only because Qian Xunji wasn't strong enough to unleash the Angel Holy Sword's full power.
Otherwise, one strike would have left Zhongli Wu just like Ye Xishui, his life extinguished and his soul scattered.
Zhongli Wu didn't want to die.
So he could only admit defeat, however unwillingly.
"Hmph!"
"At least you know what's good for you!"
Qian Xunji put away the Angel Holy Sword.
If the Arena Tournament didn't forbid attacking someone who had surrendered, Qian Xunji would never have let Zhongli Wu leave alive.
The Angel Clan hated Evil Soul Masters like Zhongli Wu most of all.
Watching Qian Xunji look down at him from above, Zhongli Wu felt even more aggrieved.
"I didn't lose to you."
"I lost to the divine artifact."
"If you didn't have the Angel Holy Sword, you'd be the one defeated today."
Zhongli Wu protested indignantly.
Qian Xunji had once been nothing but a stepping stone, yet now he was standing over Zhongli Wu and swaggering.
How could Zhongli Wu endure such humiliation?
"Being able to wield a divine artifact and draw on your clan's legacy is part of your strength."
"If you're not convinced, I don't mind lending you the Angel Holy Sword."
"If you can lift my Angel Clan's divine artifact, I'll gladly fight you again."
Every word from Qian Xunji struck deep.
Zhongli Wu was so furious he nearly blew himself up and took Qian Xunji with him.
He'd never seen anyone so shameless.
As an Evil Soul Master, trying to wield the Angel Holy Sword would only bring him humiliation.
Qian Xunji knew that perfectly well, yet he'd said it anyway.
He was rubbing salt in Zhongli Wu's wounds.
"Qian Xunji, you just wait."
"You won today, but you can't stay this lucky forever."
Zhongli Wu left in a fury, unwilling to keep trading insults with Qian Xunji.
If he kept going, he'd only end up getting so riled up that he lost it.
[This Arena Tournament is over!] [Winner: Qian Xunji. Reward: immediate resurrection!] [Loser: Zhongli Wu. Punishment: lose fifty years of lifespan.]
As the battle came to an end,
Qian Xunji and Zhongli Wu received their respective rewards and punishments.
Qian Xunji got what he wanted and lived a second life.
He had earned the chance to be resurrected.
Zhongli Wu, on the other hand, had terrible luck...
As soon as Zhongli Wu returned to the Holy Spirit Cult, he felt a surge of vitality being forcibly torn from his body.
Zhongli Wu let out a pained groan.
His lifespan dwindled rapidly, and a great many silver strands appeared in his hair.
"Cult Master, are you all right?"
The Holy Spirit Cult's elders hurried over, their eyes full of worry.
The two Arena Tournament battles had dealt the Holy Spirit Cult a terrible blow.
First, Ye Xishui had been defeated in an instant. Now Zhongli Wu had lost fifty years of his lifespan.
They had to remember that in their era, even a Limit Douluo could live only three hundred years.
And Zhongli Wu wasn't a Limit Douluo yet.
Losing fifty years of his lifespan was a devastating blow.
"I'm not dead yet!"
Zhongli Wu forced himself to stay calm.
He knew he absolutely couldn't show any signs of weakness now.
Otherwise, the Holy Spirit Cult would surely fall into chaos.
"I'll find a way to make up for the years you lost."
Long Xiaoyao came to Zhongli Wu's side and comforted him.
Zhongli Wu had been dealt an unfair loss in this battle.
If Long Xiaoyao ever had the chance to enter the arena, he would avenge Zhongli Wu.
He would also see if there was any way to make up for the years Zhongli Wu had lost.
Otherwise, he might end up watching his own younger friend die before him.