Facing Wu Zhangkong's invitation, Lu Chuan did not decline. He calmly replied, "Alright."
He happened to want to test the combat power he possessed after reaching the third stage of Nirvana.
Wu Zhangkong possessed a two-word Battle Armor, and her combat strength was comparable to that of a Soul Saint.
Although her defense was inferior to a black mecha, in terms of mobility, soul skills, and combat experience, she was countless times stronger than the hunk of iron Guang Biao piloted!
At Eastsea Academy's Martial Arts Arena, the morning breeze seemed to freeze as hidden glints of frost surged.
Wu Zhangkong stood in the center of the arena, her white clothes frosted over, two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings slowly revolving around her.
Based on what she had learned about Lu Chuan over the past three months, a conventional frontal assault
would only be suppressed and crushed by his physical strength.
Thus, before the battle even began, she abandoned any thought of charging in recklessly.
Instead, she decided to control the field, keep him at bay, lure him with feints, and build up power for a killing blow, leaving Lu Chuan's brute strength with nowhere to be used
before making him obediently surrender!
Thinking of this, Wu Zhangkong felt inexplicably delighted.
A six-ringed Soul Emperor defeating a four-ringed Soul Ancestor should have been only natural.
But since the opponent was Lu Chuan, somehow, it felt different.
Before she realized it, her hand had already gripped the Sky Frost Sword on her back.
The sword hummed softly, and a bone-piercing chill instantly spread across the entire Martial Arts Arena.
In summer, with a wife like this, he probably would not even need to turn on the air conditioning!
"Make your move. Let me see all of your strength."