Nether Civet Martial Soul vs. Ghost Leopard

Xu Peinian rewarded them with some gold and silver, then dismissed his subordinates, put on a mask himself, and entered the Great Soul Arena.

Before long, this Great Soul Arena would produce another monster with a winning streak.

"Next up, the third one-on-one Soul Fight of our Sixth Soul Arena! Both contestants in this match are promising newcomers. On one side is Zhu Zhuqing, a Soul Elder with twelve consecutive victories. On the other is Osler, a member of the Imperial Fighting Team, an agility-attack Battle Soul Master with the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul, and likewise the holder of a Silver Soul Badge!"

The host's commentary was fervent and impassioned, his spit flying everywhere.

"Their strengths are extremely close, and both are agility-attack Battle Soul Masters. Will this battle be a clash between equals, or a complete crushing victory? Let us wait and see! Now, please welcome our two contestants to the stage!!!"

The Soul Arena was nearly filled to capacity this time.

"Zhuqing, fly without fear! The bamboo shoots will always be with you!"

"Ahhh!!! Osler, my idol!"

"Mommy, step on me!"

"..."

The two sides had roughly equal numbers of supporters, creating a rivalry between them. Cheers rose and fell in waves, while some fanatical fans jumped high into the air, shouting all sorts of strange things.

Wearing his mask, Xu Peinian sat among the crowd. He did not join the other spectators in their cheers, merely watching quietly as Zhu Zhuqing emerged from the Soul Fight passage below.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a black mask that covered everything above the bridge of her nose. Unhurriedly, she walked from the passage onto the Soul Fight platform.

The coldness and mystery radiating from her drew a whole crowd of male spectators into regressing into apes, who began screeching uncontrollably.

On the Soul Fight platform.

Standing opposite Zhu Zhuqing was a blond young man dressed entirely in black, his features as delicate as a woman's.

Osler, a member of the Imperial Fighting Team. His Martial Soul was the Ghost Leopard. He was a level thirty-six agility-attack Battle Soul Master, with two yellow and one purple Soul Rings.

The information his subordinates had previously supplied about the Imperial Fighting Team's members surfaced in Xu Peinian's mind.

On the surface, Osler's strength was almost exactly the same as Zhu Zhuqing's. Both had level thirty-six Soul Power, both possessed two yellow and one purple Soul Rings, and both were agility-attack Battle Soul Masters.

However, Xu Peinian was the only one present who knew that Zhu Zhuqing was no longer an ordinary agility-attack Soul Master. She had refined the top-tier immortal herb, Black Jade Divine Bamboo, and was already transitioning toward the power-attack path. Her physical strength far surpassed that of a Soul Master like Osler.

If Osler did not know that, he would definitely suffer badly because of it.

"Both contestants are ready. The Soul Fight begins now!"

With a sweep of the host's arm, the spectator stands instantly erupted. The two fighters on the platform moved as well.

The speed boosts of the Ghost Leopard and Nether Civet Martial Souls allowed the two Soul Masters to clash more than ten times within moments of the battle beginning.

If a spectator were too weak, their eyes would not even be able to catch sight of the fighters' figures.

If things had followed the original story, Zhu Zhuqing would only have been a Soul Grandmaster at this point. Her attack power and Soul Power would have been far inferior to the Ghost Leopard's, with only her speed being barely faster.

But now, Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power was equal to his, and even in a frontal clash with a power-attack Soul Master of the same level, her attack power would not put her at a disadvantage.

After exchanging blows for a while, Osler discovered this as well. The girl opposite him was actually stronger than he was, and her speed even faintly surpassed his.

If this dragged on, he would undoubtedly lose.

Osler no longer wished to engage in a prolonged battle. The purple Soul Ring around him immediately burst into brilliant light.

Then his figure abruptly vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already above Zhu Zhuqing's head.

Osler's leopard tail suddenly solidified, cleaving down at Zhu Zhuqing with sharp force.

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhu Zhuqing did not panic.

Back at Spirit Hall Academy, she had trained under the weakening effects of Xu Peinian's first Soul Skill, Dreamland Gravity. At full strength now, dodging this attack was not difficult for her.

On the contrary, this was the opening exposed by her impatient opponent.

The leopard tail slashed across Zhu Zhuqing's back, but no solid sensation of impact came through. Osler's expression abruptly changed.

The next second, a black blade-like shadow pressed against his throat.

In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing had simultaneously unleashed her first Soul Skill, Hell Stab, and her third Soul Skill, Nether Slash. She then reversed the situation and subdued her opponent in a single move.

"I... I lost."

Osler's Adam's apple bobbed as he conceded in a trembling voice.

The arena instantly fell silent.

Everything had happened too quickly. In the eyes of many spectators, the Ghost Leopard had only just vanished into the air one second, then Zhu Zhuqing had a weapon at his throat the next.

"Announce it."

Zhu Zhuqing slightly parted her lips and spoke three words to the host in an indifferent tone.

"Ah, oh."

The host made a few meaningless sounds before finally raising his microphone and shouting:

"Let us congratulate the winner of this Soul Fight, Zhu—Zhuqing!"

"Mommy, I love you!"

"Zhuqing, Zhuqing, you're the best!"

"My Gold Soul Coins! Useless Osler!"

Cheers immediately drowned out the wails throughout the arena.

Meanwhile,

In an office on the top floor of the Great Soul Arena.

Several high-ranking figures had gathered there.

"Arrange for Yu Tianheng to fight this new cat in the next match."

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"They're both Silver Soul Fighters and Soul Elders. What's inappropriate about it?"

"But..."

"Enough. Arrange it that way."

Xu Peinian rose and stretched his muscles, then left this venue and headed toward the adjacent branch Soul Arena.

His own Soul Fight match was about to begin as well, so he had no time to continue watching Zhu Zhuqing's next battle.

One hour later.

Zhu Zhuqing knelt on one knee, her body covered in charred scars from electric shocks.

"Ah, what a pity! Contestant Zhu Zhuqing has failed in her attempt to achieve fourteen consecutive victories. Let us congratulate Battle Soul Master Yu Tianheng on securing twelve consecutive victories!"

The host's words were like a sharp blade driven viciously into Zhu Zhuqing's heart. The taste of defeat was thousands, even tens of thousands, of times more agonizing than the injuries on her body.

She limped off the Soul Fight platform when her opponent's voice suddenly reached her ears.

"You were already quite impressive to have managed to injure me."

The arrogant tone made Zhu Zhuqing secretly clench her teeth.

But a loss was a loss. Zhu Zhuqing was not someone who could not accept defeat.

"Boss, if you ask me, you should've humiliated her properly. You didn't see how smug she acted after beating me in her last match. Yet this is all she amounted to."

Osler's mocking laughter came from behind her. Zhu Zhuqing abruptly clenched her fists, but after her chest rose and fell for a moment, she loosened them. Then she left without saying a word.

Xu Peinian's battle had only ended a short while ago, and he had only now arrived at the Sixth Soul Arena.

The moment he entered, he saw Zhu Zhuqing's battered and miserable appearance.

Then, seeing Osler looking even more arrogant than Yu Tianheng, the actual victor, Xu Peinian roughly guessed what had happened.