"New here?" The speaker was a bald, strong man with a scar on his face. "Looking at your appearance, is it your first time here Tianxing Soul Fighting Arena?"
"Yeah." Zhou Qiubai nodded in response.
"I'd like to advise you." The strong man lowered his voice and looked quite serious, "Tonight's single-player match is held by Iron Wall, Shi Yong, level 39 defense Soul Elder, Martial Soul Black Iron Shield. He has won seven games in a row, his attacks are ruthless, and he is arbitrary. If you don't want to be disabled, you'd better not challenge him."
Zhou Qiubai smiled and shook his head, "Thanks for the reminder."
The strong man shook his head and walked away, muttering, "Don't listen to the old man..."
Xu Shi three quarters.
"The first game, challenger, White-Clothed Guest, level 35 Battle Soul Elder, battle, 'Iron Wall' Shi Yong, level 39 defense Soul Elder! Both sides enter!"
Zhou Qiubai stood up slightly, tidied White Clothes, nodded to Yang Guyun beside him, and walked over.
Shi Yong has already been waiting on the stage.
He was tall and tall, nearly two meters tall. His naked upper body was muscular, and he carried a black shield as big as a door panel on his shoulders, with ferocious animal patterns carved on the shield.
The host was wearing a bright robe, standing on a high platform, holding Amplifying Soul Tool, and said in a loud voice, "Rules of the competition, if you fall to the ground and cannot breathe for ten seconds, you will surrender, if you go out of bounds or lose consciousness, you will lose! No intentional death is allowed! Now, the competition begins!"
Shi Yong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and slammed the shield to the ground, making a dull loud noise.
Three Soul Ring rose from his feet.
Two yellows and one purple, a perfect combination.
It seems that the closer it is to Heaven Dou City, the higher the quality of Soul Master here is.
"Boy, it's too late to admit defeat now." Shi Yong's voice was rough, "Otherwise I'll break a few bones later, but don't cry for father and mother."
Zhou Qiubai did not respond, but silently pulled out his White Clothes Sword. The sword was light and thin, and under the Soul Guidance Lamp light, it shone like running water.
He did not release Soul Ring, but simply raised the sword lightly, pointing the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground.
In the audience, boos surged like a tide. To only release Martial Soul and then go on stage without releasing Soul Ring is either arrogant or seeking death.
Shi Yong's face suddenly darkened, and he was filled with anger. "You are so shameless!"
He took a step forward, and First Soul Ring lit up. "First Soul Skill, Iron Wall Charge!"
As he shouted, the spikes on the front of the shield suddenly protruded, and Shi Yong rushed towards Zhou Qiubai like a chariot.
Zhou Qiubai did not retreat, but went in the direction of the charge.
At the moment when the shield was about to collide, he cleverly turned sideways and stepped out. White Clothes slid past Shi Yong like a flowing cloud, and the sword tip lightly touched the shield.
"Clang!"
The crisp metal clang sounded loud and clear.
Shi Yong's charging momentum suddenly slowed down, and he was shocked to find that the point where the sword tip hit was exactly where his strength was weakest.
He lost his balance and fell into passivity instantly.
Before he could react, Zhou Qiubai's second sword had already struck.
The blade of the sword is like a whip, and it nimbly goes around the edge of the shield and goes straight to the wrist of Shi Yong's right hand holding the shield.
Although this sword is not fast, it is shockingly accurate.
Shi Yong hastily withdrew his hand, and the sword edge swiped across his wrist, bringing up bright red blood beads. He roared angrily, and Second Soul Ring lit up. "Second Soul Skill, Shockwave!"
The shield slammed into the ground, and shock waves visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.
This is a range attack and cannot be avoided.
However, Zhou Qiubai seems to have expected it.
At the moment Shi Yong raised the shield, he jumped up lightly, put his feet on the shield and used the force to rise up. His body was like a crane soaring into the sky, instantly rising to the sky.
The shock wave passed by his feet, not even touching the corners of his clothes.
When falling, the tip of his sword pointed downwards, stabbing Shi Yong's head straight.
Shi Yong hurriedly raised his shield to block.
However, the moment the sword tip touched the shield, it bent flexibly, went around the edge of the shield, and stabbed his left shoulder.
"Tsk!"
The blade penetrated deeply, causing a low roar of pain.
Shi Yong snorted in pain, feeling furious in his heart, and the third Soul Ring finally lit up.
"Third Soul Skill, Black Iron Cage!"
He roared angrily, and the shield suddenly exploded and turned into dozens of fragments. Each piece turned into a black chain and went towards Zhou Qiubai Entanglement like a poisonous snake.
There was a burst of exclamation in the audience, and many people had already foreseen the ending.
This White Clothes boy is finished.
However, Zhou Qiubai smiled slightly.
With nowhere to rely on in the air, he was about to be entangled in chains.
But just before the chain was about to touch him, the sword in his hand suddenly danced like a snake.
This is not a hard block, but a light shift.
The tip of the sword gently touched each chain, moving it lightly.
The direction of the chain was subtly changed, eventually forming a chaotic vortex around Zhou Qiubai, which blocked subsequent chains.
Taking advantage of this momentary gap, Zhou Qiubai quickly landed on the ground, stepped forward, and drew his sword.
Three cold stars lit up almost at the same time, stabbing Shi Yong's left shoulder, right knee, and throat respectively.
Shi Yong was shocked and hurriedly retreated, but the sword blow to his right knee was unavoidable.
The tip of the sword penetrated the side of the knee with precision.
"Ah!" Shi Yong knelt down on one knee, his face pale, and he lost the ability to fight.
Zhou Qiubai put away his sword, took three steps back steadily, and stared at him quietly.
Shi Yong tried to stand up, but his right leg was completely useless.
He struggled several times, and finally sat down helplessly, raising his hands. "I... give up."
Dead silence.
The entire Soul Fighting Arena was quiet for three full breaths, and then suddenly erupted into cheers like a mountain and a tsunami.
"Winner, White-Clothed Guest!" The host's voice was filled with excitement.
"Oh my God!"
"Not a single Soul Ring was released during the whole process, but he defeated the 'Iron Wall' Shi Yong who had won seven games in a row with just his sword skills?"
Zhou Qiubai nodded slightly, greeted the audience, then turned and walked off the Soul Fighting stage.
Back at the waiting area, Yang Guyun is waiting patiently.
"It's slow." Yang Guyun said calmly.
"You have to save some face for others." Zhou Qiubai responded with a smile, "Besides, if you don't play beautifully, how can you make a name for yourself?"
In the next few single-player matches, Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun took turns playing.
The battle of Yang Guyun is completely different from that of Zhou Qiubai, simple and clear.
Go on stage, raise a gun, and shoot.
No matter who the opponent is, no matter what Martial Soul or Soul Skill, he only takes one shot.
When the gun comes out, the winner is determined.
His marksmanship is too fast, too accurate, and too sharp.
The first game was against Soul Master, a level 44 agility attack type. At the beginning, the opponent turned into three afterimages and attacked from different directions. However, Yang Guyun didn't even look at it and stabbed the tip of his spear to the left.
"Pfft."
The real body was pierced through the shoulder and nailed to the ground.
Soul Master in the waiting area looked at Yang Guyun as if he were looking at a monster.
Even Soul Ancestor himself didn't understand how he was found.