Battle, Thrilling

Lu Qinghou's gaze swept over the two boys' Soul Rings, and the hand gripping his sword tightened unconsciously.

These two brats had not even used Soul Skills when they eliminated Qi Mingqian just now, and that stirred a complicated mix of emotions in him.

There was thirty percent irritation, thirty percent surprise, and forty percent appreciation in his eyes.

He turned his head and glanced at the brothers behind him.

Looked like they were all ready.

Then they did not need to hold back.

With how well these two brats hid their strength, they probably would not die even if they went all out.

At worst, they would just go back and lie in bed for a few days.

These two brats had already stepped onto a path completely different from ordinary Soul Masters.

"Be careful," Lu Qinghou said, rarely giving a warning.

Right now, they were about to enter rampage mode.

The battle erupted again, and this time the tempo was more than twice as fast as before.

Mu Qianshan's heavy blade hacked out a fierce curtain of steel, but when Yang Guyun saw it, he advanced instead of retreating. The Returnless Spear drew a semicircle before him, and the spear tip collided with the blade's edge at the center of the training ground.

The clang of metal against metal shook the stone pillars in the distance until they trembled faintly, and sparks burst through the air.

Zhou Qiubai seized the instant Yang Guyun caught the heavy blade and had already slipped quietly around to the flank.

Lu Qinghou's sword stabbed in from the front, while Wen Buyan's sword filled in from the left, directly cutting off Zhou Qiubai's path.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiubai turned slightly. White Clothes Sword flicked upward from below at a unique angle, its tip