Yu Xiaogang VS Tang Xiao

Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell upon Bibi Dong, and he could not help but pause for a moment.

He had seen many beauties, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was not lacking in women of exceptional appearance, but this was the first time he had encountered a girl with such a unique temperament as Bibi Dong.

Her cold, aloof demeanor, which seemed to keep everyone at a distance, only made her more fascinating, stirring an urge in others to draw closer and conquer her.

"Miss Bibi Dong, please." Yu Xiaogang flashed what he considered a dashing smile, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of invitation.

Bibi Dong did not respond to his smile, nor did she even spare him a second glance; she simply raised her hand calmly and released her Martial Soul.

A strange light condensed in her palm—it was a spider, jet-black in color with golden patterns on its back, radiating a heart-stopping aura. The Death Spider Emperor, her first Martial Soul.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings swirled around her.

Immediately after, she raised her other hand, and another flash of light appeared—the phantom of a spider emperor, entirely jet-black and glowing with an eerie radiance, emerged behind her.

The Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, her second Martial Soul.

Although it had no soul rings attached, the pressure belonging to a top-tier Martial Soul was still enough to make anyone wary.

Twin Martial Souls!

Though he had long heard that the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall possessed twin Martial Souls, seeing it with his own eyes was an entirely different kind of shock. Even Yu Xiaogang could not help but set aside some of his arrogance, his expression turning serious.

"Sanpao, be careful." He whispered to the Golden Luo Sanpao beside him.

The Golden Luo Sanpao let out a low growl, its blood-red vertical pupils fixed intently on Bibi Dong across the stage, saliva dripping from its mouth as it appeared somewhat agitated.

"Begin!"

At the referee's command, Bibi Dong struck first. With a wave of her right hand, a jet-black spider web shot from her palm, covering the space toward Yu Xiaogang and the Golden Luo Sanpao.

The web was coated in potent toxins, and wherever it passed, the air hissed with the sound of corrosion.

Yu Xiaogang dared not be careless and hurriedly directed the Golden Luo Sanpao to dodge. With a flap of its wings, the Golden Luo Sanpao's massive body vaulted into the air with surprising agility, narrowly avoiding the web.

The web landed on the arena floor, instantly corroding a large hole into the hard bluestone tiles.

"What a venomous web!" Yu Xiaogang felt a jolt of alarm and immediately launched a counterattack. "Sanpao, first soul skill, Golden Impact!"

The Golden Luo Sanpao let out a roar, its body erupting in golden light as it charged toward Bibi Dong like a golden meteor!

It moved with extreme speed, carrying the force of ten thousand tons, as if it intended to crush everything in its path.

Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged. She formed hand seals, and a jet-black barrier manifested before her. Second soul skill, Death Barrier!

"BOOM—!!!"

The Golden Luo Sanpao slammed violently into the barrier with a deafening crash. The barrier shuddered intensely, countless cracks appearing on its surface, but it did not shatter. The momentum of the Golden Luo Sanpao was brought to a dead stop.

"Blocked?" Yu Xiaogang was surprised. His Golden Impact was a move that even a Spirit King of the same level would not dare to take head-on; how could it be blocked by a level 44 Soul Ancestor?

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset and continued his fierce assault. Second soul skill, Golden Roar!

Third soul skill, Golden Dragon Breath! The Golden Luo Sanpao opened its maw, and a thick beam of golden light erupted forth, carrying a destructive aura as it surged straight toward Bibi Dong!

Bibi Dong dodged repeatedly while continuously releasing spider webs and toxins to interfere and control the field.

Her combat techniques were exquisite, and her mastery of various soul skills had reached a state of perfection. Even when facing an opponent eleven levels higher than herself, she showed no signs of panic. However, the gap in levels was an objective reality.

Under Yu Xiaogang's relentless barrage, Bibi Dong's Soul Power consumption grew, and her room to maneuver gradually compressed.

Finally, forced by a precise Dragon Breath from the Golden Luo Sanpao, she was compelled to take a palm strike from Yu Xiaogang head-on. She was knocked back several meters, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"I have lost." Bibi Dong wiped the blood from her lip and said expressionlessly. Her tone remained calm, as if losing this match was of no great consequence to her.

The entire arena erupted in deafening cheers once more. Although Bibi Dong had lost, her performance had earned the respect of everyone present.

With the strength of a level 44 Soul Ancestor, she had forced out Yu Xiaogang's first three soul skills; this level of combat power was enough to look down upon her peers.

"You are too kind." Yu Xiaogang retracted the Golden Luo Sanpao and nodded at Bibi Dong with a smile, his gaze carrying a hint of intensity.

"I am truly impressed by Miss Bibi Dong's strength. I hope we have the opportunity to spar again in the future."

Bibi Dong did not answer, nor did she even look at him; she simply turned and walked off the arena in silence.

Her back remained straight, as if the defeat she had just suffered was nothing more than an insignificant experience.

Yu Xiaogang watched her departing figure, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

He did not know why he was so fixated on this cold girl, but he was certain of one thing: he wanted to possess her. Not just her strength, but her very self.

On the high platform, Yu Yuanzhen smiled at Qian Xunji and cupped his hands. "Your Majesty the Pope, you are too kind."

Qian Xunji's expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, as he replied indifferently, "The Clan Master of the Yu family has raised his son well. I am impressed." His tone was flat, making it impossible to tell if it was a genuine compliment or mere polite formality.

Yu Yuanzhen did not mind, smiling as he withdrew his gaze to look at his son on the arena, his eyes filled with pride. Today, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had gained immense face.

First defeating a core disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, then defeating the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall—from this day forward, Yu Xiaogang's reputation would resound throughout the entire continent.

In the camp of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the youth wearing the bronze mask stood quietly in the corner, watching it all.

His gaze lingered on Yu Xiaogang for a moment before shifting to the cold girl walking off the stage, a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes.

"Bibi Dong..." he murmured the name in his heart. "Just as in the original work, she is a pitiable yet respectable person."

Yu Xiaogang had won two consecutive matches, his momentum at its peak. He stood on the arena, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.

Defeating a core disciple of the Clear Sky Sect and the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall—this record was enough to make any peer look on with envy. But he knew that the true challenge had only just begun.

Within the Clear Sky Sect's camp, a tall and upright youth slowly stood up.

He appeared to be in his early twenties, with a resolute face and steady gaze, exuding an aura of natural authority that commanded respect without anger.

He lacked the sharp, overbearing dominance of Tang Hao, yet possessed a mountain-like stability and weight.

Tang Xiao, one of the Clear Sky Twin Stars, a level fifty-five power attack system battle Spirit King.

"I will go and meet him," Tang Xiao said calmly, before striding toward the arena.

His steps were steady and powerful, each one seeming to land upon the heartbeats of the onlookers, causing their breathing to involuntarily rise and fall with his rhythm.