Yan Shaozhe's verdict was delivered, but Meng Hongchen was in no hurry to step down from the Soul Fighting Arena.
She reached out to remove the ice from Chen Ming's body, then neutralized the Ice Toad Poison she had inflicted on him before raising her chin at the referee.
"I'll continue challenging."
The moment she said this, the arena erupted into discussion once more. Chen Ming was a four-ringed Soul Ancestor, after all.
Meng Hongchen's victory in that match had already exceeded the expectations of most students. Her Soul Power must have been greatly depleted by now, yet she actually wanted to continue?
The referee confirmed, "You don't want to rest?"
"No need."
Meng Hongchen tossed her wine-red hair and cast a provocative gaze toward the spectators' stands.
"Who else wants to investigate shady dealings? Step up, and let's compare notes."
The several students who had shouted the loudest earlier immediately looked away. They might have wanted Chen Ming to win, and they might have questioned the referee, but that did not mean they were willing to personally step onto the stage and sample the Vermilion-Eyed Ice Toad's poison.
That poison was far too sinister. Even a Soul Ancestor could lose the ability to move without warning in the midst of battle. If an ordinary Soul Elder went up there, they probably would not even realize when they had been poisoned.
"I'll do it!"
From the back of the stands, a tall, thin young man vaulted over the railing and landed on the Soul Fighting Arena.
Two yellow and two purple soul rings rose around him. He was another powerful four-ringed Soul Ancestor.
"Green Bamboo Vine, control-type battle Soul Ancestor, Zhou Quan."
The young man flexed his fingers, and several green vines burrowed out from beneath his feet.
"Your poison