Li Xuanqing dispersed the surging Soul Power and martial soul around him, then quickly stepped forward to help Li Yuanlei up. A gentle, rich stream of Soul Power slowly entered his body, helping him regulate his chaotic breathing and stabilize his injuries. "Your attacks are powerful, and your will is commendable." Li Xuanqing rarely spoke so much. "But remember, rigidity cannot last. What is too rigid breaks easily. Sometimes, holding back a fraction of your strength leaves room for a fraction more change."
Hearing this, realization flashed through Li Yuanlei's eyes. He clasped his hands solemnly. "I will remember your teachings!"
Although Li Xuanqing ultimately won this clash between powerhouses with an absolute advantage, Li Yuanlei's formidable offensive strength and unyielding fighting spirit—especially his savage barrage that had nearly forced Li Xuanqing to use his third soul skill—earned prolonged, respectful applause from the entire audience. On the viewing platform, several elders known for their offensive prowess nodded slightly, clearly approving of Li Yuanlei's performance.
On Arena Three, a "silent war" between control-type Soul Masters unfolded. Sixty-first-level control-type Battle Soul Emperor Li Xuanbing faced fifty-fifth-level control-type Battle Soul King Li Huatong, whose martial soul was the Phantom Demon Fox. This was not a collision of raw power, but an ultimate contest of spiritual strength, rhythm, and soul skill usage.
The moment the match began, Li Huatong attempted to seize the initiative. Her second soul skill, Bewitching Demon Eyes, activated at full force. Strange radiance rippled through her beautiful eyes as her spiritual power surged toward Li Xuanbing like invisible waves.
Yet Li Xuanbing's ice-blue eyes were as clear as a polar ice lake—cold, tranquil, without the slightest ripple. Her spiritual power was tough and solid, far beyond that of her peers. When the bewitching force touched her spiritual world, it was