A Fight Makes Friends, Attribute Suppression, the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear Shows Its Might

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena, her expression rather grim.

Although her Soul Power was lower than Song Qingling's, she had the advantage of one additional Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

But Song Qingling's Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear had an elemental advantage over the Hell Spirit Cat, which undoubtedly diminished Zhu Zhuqing's lead in Soul Power.

Whether it was the Martial Soul itself or its Soul Skills, the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear came with a slowing effect.

Anyone struck by the shaft would suffer a reduction in speed to some degree.

For the Hell Spirit Cat, famous for its speed and explosive power, this was a perfect counter.

Zhu Zhuqing had just cut the Ice Spear Shadow to pieces, yet she had still suffered a two-second reduction in speed. It was truly giving her a headache!

Just as Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her brows and pondered her strategy, Song Qingling swung the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear and attacked her once more.

For the moment, Zhu Zhuqing could only focus on dodging. She no longer dared let her cat claws touch that icy spearhead.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Zhuqing, who had held the advantage in Soul Power, had fallen onto the defensive!

Song Qingling might have only been at level twenty-nine, but her spear techniques were extraordinary.

She excelled at thrusting, blocking, chopping, smashing, tapping, winding, deflecting, and sweeping. Her spearwork was marked by feints and real attacks interwoven, her thrusts coming in a steady stream.

Watching this, Qin Xuan thought Song Qingling's spear techniques bore a striking resemblance to the Yang Family Spear, created by Yang Miaozhen of the Southern Song. He couldn't help but exclaim:

"Well done, Song Qingling! What an Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear!"

"I thought Zhu Zhuqing would win handily with her overwhelming Soul Power, but now it's hard to say!"

Hearing this, Xia Hui covered her mouth and giggled, her face brimming with pride, as if she were telling everyone, "My best friend is amazing, isn't she?"

Her spear is so fast. I'm already struggling to keep up!

She's only a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, yet she's this formidable. Damn it!

As Zhu Zhuqing sighed inwardly, beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

Thanks to her agility, she could dodge Song Qingling's spearwork, but she couldn't keep this up forever!

Zhu Zhuqing had considered counterattacking, but she was wary of the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear's slowing effect.

If Zhu Zhuqing got hit, she wasn't confident she could dodge the spear thrusts that would follow!

After weighing it carefully, she decided to put some distance between herself and Song Qingling first.

"Second Soul Skill, Nether Hundred Claws!"

Zhu Zhuqing struck out with over a hundred purple claw marks in quick succession, aiming for Song Qingling's abdomen.

Song Qingling remained as calm as ever. With one hand, she spun the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear and held it in front of herself.

A shrill metallic clang rang out.

The Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear blocked every claw strike!

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhu Zhuqing dashed fifty meters away and fixed Song Qingling with a grave look.

The Hell Spirit Cat specialized in bursts of speed. It had no long-range Soul Skills, but it didn't seem to have much of an advantage in close combat either. Zhu Zhuqing was now in a bind.

The slowing effect inherent to the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear had bound her hands and feet.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Abyss Cold Thorn!"

As Zhu Zhuqing watched, Song Qingling swung the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear and launched another attack.

A four-meter-long giant icicle gathered in midair and shot straight toward Zhu Zhuqing's face!

"Qingling obtained her second Soul Skill by hunting an ice serpent Soul Beast. It's incredibly powerful."

"Soul Masters facing the Dragon Abyss Cold Thorn for the first time almost always suffer a heavy loss!"

"Zhu Zhuqing has lost!"

Xia Hui's eyes sparkled as she declared this with absolute confidence.

"Oh?" Qin Xuan looked as calm as ever, but he couldn't help grumbling to himself:

It's just an ordinary icicle, yet Xia Hui's making it sound so impressive.

Could this icicle have some special property?

Crack!

A sudden explosion of shattering ice rang out across the Soul Fighting Arena.

The Dragon Abyss Cold Thorn hadn't been aimed at Zhu Zhuqing. It had been aimed at the ground beneath her feet!

The moment the icicle shattered, an icy mist spread across a ten-meter radius and enveloped Zhu Zhuqing.

This is bad! The icy mist can seep into my body and accelerate the flow of my Soul Power. My limbs are stiffening too. I have to get out of here as quickly as I can!

Realizing how dangerous the situation was, Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth against the discomfort and leaped beyond the mist's reach.

Yet the instant she escaped the mist, the icy spearhead was already at her face.

But when the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear reached a point three meters from Zhu Zhuqing, it deliberately came to a stop.

Puzzled, Zhu Zhuqing looked at Song Qingling, then curled her claws into a fist and struck her in the abdomen.

Song Qingling hurriedly clutched her stomach and retreated three zhang. Breathing hard, she said, "I surrender!"

As soon as the words left her mouth,

the students in the audience began to grumble:

"It's over already?"

"Come on, at least let them settle the winner!"

"Song Qingling probably ran out of Soul Power. Let's go!"

"That makes sense. Song Qingling may have been keeping Zhu Zhuqing on the back foot, but she's only a Soul Grandmaster, after all. Her Soul Power reserves can't compare to a Soul Elder's."

"She was probably only pretending to be calm. In reality, she's already at the end of her tether!"

"Boring... Let's break it up!"

"..."

After the uproar died down, the students began filing out of the Soul Fighting Arena.

The students might have looked calm on the surface, but inside, every one of them was panicking.

If they had to face either Zhu Zhuqing or Song Qingling, they probably wouldn't last ten rounds. All they could do was talk big.

"Why did you surrender? You could've won the match!"

Looking at Song Qingling, who was half-kneeling on the ground, Zhu Zhuqing walked up to her and offered her left hand.

Though she had won the match, Zhu Zhuqing didn't smile. In fact, a flicker of anger still smoldered in her beautiful eyes.

Song Qingling took Zhu Zhuqing's left hand and stood up, replying calmly:

"You're Brother Qin's friend. I wouldn't make you lose face in front of all the students."

"You..." Zhu Zhuqing started to say something, but stopped, lowering her proud head.

Just then, Qin Xuan and Xia Hui came onto the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Are you two all right? Did either of you get hurt?" Qin Xuan asked Song Qingling and Zhu Zhuqing, worry showing on his face.

"Our Soul Power's just a little depleted. Let's go." Song Qingling looked unconcerned.

The group was about to leave when they noticed Zhu Zhuqing standing rooted to the spot.

Only after a long silence did she speak:

"Qingling, I'm sorry!"

"I shouldn't have called you a beggar back then."

Hearing this, Song Qingling stopped and turned around with a smile.

"It's all right. We're even now."

"After all, back in the classroom, I called you the down-and-out second young lady of the Zhu Family!"

"Pfft!" As soon as Song Qingling finished speaking, Xia Hui couldn't hold back her laughter.

Qin Xuan couldn't help smiling too, gazing at the girls with affection.

It was best that the two of them had made peace on their own.

At the same time, after watching the match, Qin Xuan couldn't help but reassess Song Qingling.

This girl had a broad outlook, and her talent far surpassed Zhu Zhuqing's. If things continued this way, it didn't seem impossible for her to become a god in the future!