Gu Yue Kisses and Licks Again; Lin An Pushes Her Face Away: "Can You Behave in Front of the Cameras?"

The instant the word "Begin" fell, Xie Xie vanished.

Not invisibility.

Not acceleration.

He had completely evaporated from everyone's perception.

Class Four's agility-attack Soul Master had not even had time to summon his Martial Soul.

A cold dagger was already pressed against his throat.

"One."

Xie Xie's lazy, teasing voice sounded behind him.

The boy froze.

Cold sweat slid down from his temple.

He had no idea when Xie Xie had gotten behind him.

Jialong's pupils shrank sharply as he spun around.

His fist, wrapped in Soul Power, smashed toward Xie Xie's position.

But it only struck an afterimage.

At the same time, Tang Wuling took a step.

No Martial Soul.

No Soul Skill.

Just a punch.

A simple, straightforward punch aimed at Jialong's hastily raised arms.

"Bang—!"

His defense shattered instantly.

Jialong flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

His back slammed into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena with a muffled boom.

The barrier shook violently, its light flickering erratically.

Jialong looked down at his fractured right arm.

His lips moved, but not a word came out.

He lost consciousness immediately.

Class Four's support-type and control-type Soul Masters had not even had time to release a single Soul Skill.

Gu Yue made her move.

Flames surged from her left palm, forming a crimson wave of fire.

It instantly swallowed the Class Four control-type Soul Master's defense.

Ice spikes gathered in her right hand, dozens of sharp icicles tearing through the air.

They precisely sealed off every escape route for the support-type Soul Master.

Wind blades spun around her.

The last agility-attack Soul Master still standing was swept into the air, then slammed heavily onto the arena.

Flames.

Ice spikes.

Wind blades.

Three elements erupted at once.

No chanting.

No charging.

Not even a