Not Fighting, Not Knowing Each Other, Attribute Restraint, Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear Shows Divine Might

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

Although her soul power suppressed Song Qingling's and she held the advantage of an additional thousand-year soul ring, Song Qingling's Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear possessed an elemental suppression over the Nether Spirit Cat, which undoubtedly eroded the edge provided by Zhu Zhuqing's superior soul power.

Whether it was the martial soul itself or its soul skills, the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear carried an inherent slowing effect.

As long as one was struck by the spear shaft, it would result in varying degrees of speed reduction.

For a Nether Spirit Cat, which relied on speed and explosive power, this could be called an absolute counter.

Although Zhu Zhuqing had just shattered the Ice Spear Shadow into pieces, she had still suffered a two-second speed debuff, which truly gave her a headache.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her willow-leaf brows, contemplating a strategy, Song Qingling brandished the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear and attacked her once more.

Zhu Zhuqing could only focus on dodging for the moment, no longer daring to let her cat claws touch that icy spear tip in the slightest.

In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing, who had initially held the advantage in soul power, was now on the back foot.

Do not be fooled by Song Qingling's mere twenty-ninth-level soul power; her mastery of spear techniques was extraordinary.

Stabbing, blocking, hacking, crashing, pointing, coiling, parrying, and flicking—she was proficient in every aspect, and her spear style was characterized by the interplay of feints and reality, with strikes as dense as rain.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan felt that the spear technique Song Qingling displayed shared a similar ingenuity with the "Yang Family Spear" created by Yang Miaozhen of the Southern Song Dynasty, and he could not help but exclaim:

"What a Song Qingling, what an Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear!"

"I thought Zhu Zhuqing, with her superior soul power, would win, but now it's hard to say!"

Hearing this, Xia Hui covered her mouth and giggled, a look of pride appearing on her face, as if she were telling others, "Isn't my best friend amazing?"

Such fast spearwork; it's already making me struggle to keep up!

To think a mere twenty-ninth-level Great Soul Master is this formidable—damn it!

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

Relying on her agility, she could dodge Song Qingling's spear techniques, but this could not go on forever.

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

Once she was hit, she had no confidence in her ability to dodge the follow-up strikes from the spear tip.

After much deliberation, she decided to put some distance between herself and Song Qingling first.

"Second Soul Skill, Nether Hundred Claws!"

In a short span, Zhu Zhuqing unleashed hundreds of purple claw marks, striking toward Song Qingling's lower abdomen.

Seeing this, Song Qingling remained as calm as ever, rotating the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear with one hand to block in front of her.

Accompanied by a harsh sound of metallic clashing, the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear blocked every single claw attack.

Taking advantage of this opening, Zhu Zhuqing retreated fifty meters away, watching Song Qingling with a solemn expression.

The Nether Spirit Cat was a speed-burst type and lacked long-range soul skills, yet in close-quarters combat, she seemed to have no significant advantage; she was undoubtedly caught in a dilemma.

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

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Abyss Cold Thorn!"

Just as Zhu Zhuqing was observing, Song Qingling brandished the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear and launched another attack.

A giant ice thorn, four meters long, condensed in mid-air and headed straight for Zhu Zhuqing's face.

"Qingling's second soul skill was obtained from hunting an ice-snake type soul beast; it is extremely powerful."

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

"Zhu Zhuqing is doomed to lose!"

Xia Hui's beautiful eyes sparkled as she said this with full confidence.

"Oh?" Qin Xuan heard this, and while his face remained calm, he couldn't help but grumble internally:

It's just an ordinary ice thorn; I can't believe this girl Xia Hui is hyping it up as something so divine.

Could there be something unique about this ice thorn?

Crack—

On the arena floor, a sudden sound of shattering ice erupted.

The "Dragon Abyss Cold Thorn" was not aimed at Zhu Zhuqing, but at the ground beneath her feet.

The moment the ice thorn shattered, it formed an ice mist with a radius of ten meters, enveloping Zhu Zhuqing within it.

"Not good! This ice mist can actually erode into my body, accelerating the flow of my soul power while causing my limbs to feel stiff—I must get out of here quickly!"

Zhu Zhuqing felt a sense of impending doom and, enduring the discomfort, leaped outside the range of the ice mist.

However, the moment she broke free from the mist, the cold spear tip was already pointed directly at her face.

Yet, when the Ice Soul Dragon Abyss Spear was three meters away from Zhu Zhuqing, it suddenly paused intentionally.

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

Song Qingling hurriedly clutched her lower abdomen and retreated three zhang away, her breathing ragged as she gasped, "I surrender!"

As soon as the words fell.

Jeers erupted from the students in the arena:

"Is it over already?"

"At least decide a winner!"

"Song Qingling must be out of soul power, let's go!"

"That makes sense. Even though Song Qingling was suppressing Zhu Zhuqing, she is only a mere Grand Soul Master after all; her soul power reserves are far inferior to a Soul Elder."

"She probably just looks calm on the surface, but she's actually at the end of her rope!"

"Boring... let's scatter!"

"..."

As the noisy discussions died down, the students left the Soul Fighting Arena one after another.

Don't let their calm expressions fool you; inside, they were all panicking.

If they were the ones facing Zhu Zhuqing or Song Qingling, they probably wouldn't even last ten rounds, so they could only talk big.

"Why did you concede? You could have clearly won the match!"

Watching Song Qingling kneeling on the ground, Zhu Zhuqing walked up to her and extended her left hand.

Although she had won the match, there was not a hint of a smile on Zhu Zhuqing's face; in fact, a flicker of anger faintly stirred within her beautiful eyes.

Song Qingling took Zhu Zhuqing's hand to stand up and replied calmly:

"You are Brother Qin's friend; I wouldn't let you lose face in front of all these students."

"You..." Zhu Zhuqing stopped mid-sentence, lowering her proud head.

At this moment, Qin Xuan and Xia Hui arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena.

"How are you both? Are you injured?" Qin Xuan looked at Song Qingling and Zhu Zhuqing with a worried expression.

"Just a bit of soul power exhaustion, let's go." Song Qingling wore an indifferent expression.

Just as they were about to leave, they noticed Zhu Zhuqing standing frozen in place.

After a long silence, she finally spoke:

"Qingling, I'm sorry!"

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

Hearing this, Song Qingling stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and smiled:

"It's fine, we're even now."

"After all, in the classroom earlier, I called you a down-and-out Second Miss of the Zhu Family!"

"Pfft!" As soon as she finished, Xia Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Qin Xuan was also amused into a faint smile, looking at the girls with eyes full of doting affection.

It was for the best that the two girls could reconcile on their own.

At the same time, after this match, Qin Xuan found himself re-evaluating Song Qingling.

This girl had a grand vision and talent far exceeding Zhu Zhuqing's. At this rate, it seemed that becoming a deity in the future was not entirely impossible!