Ning Rongrong Shines Across the Arena!

"What?"

"How was that possible?"

"How did she do it?"

"A Speed-Attack System Soul Master couldn't possibly defeat two higher-level Defense System Soul Masters in a one-against-two fight!"

"Not to mention they had space-slowing skills. How did she solve the burden imposed by space?"

When host Keke announced that Zhu Zhuqing had won the Soul Arena match, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

With his understanding, he simply could not see how Zhu Zhuqing had broken the deadlock.

He had never even seen a spatial skill before.

Grandmaster gripped the railing. If he had possessed more strength, he would have wanted to crush the bars in his hands.

Meanwhile, Flender and Dai Mubai's mouths twitched as they awkwardly looked at Grandmaster.

"Grandmaster, didn't you say... they were certain to lose? How did she win so quickly?"

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.

"I misjudged her. This Zhu Zhuqing is a Speed-Attack System Soul Master and does have some hidden strength. She won this time because her opponents were Defense System Soul Masters, and she was faster."

"But this Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda student is certain to lose!"

"How can a support-type Soul Master fight two Power-Attack System Soul Masters? Tell me!"

Grandmaster pointed toward the other arena.

Over here.

As news of Zhu Zhuqing's victory came from the neighboring arena, Ning Rongrong stood in the center of the Soul Arena, lightly tapping the ground with her toes.

"Oh? Qingqing already won?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head, the corners of her lips slowly curving upward. "My junior sister has already won, so as her senior sister, I have to make a name for myself too. How could I let myself be worse than my junior sister?"

Across from her, the Water-Fire Combination—Lu Shui and He Huo—looked rather helpless.

Both possessed level thirty-eight Soul Power. Their Martial Souls restrained one another yet worked together seamlessly, and they had excellent records in the Soul Arena. They were considered a popular duo.

Strictly speaking, their Water Palm and Fire Palm Martial Souls were also a type of Body Martial Soul, and they came with elemental power, making them quite formidable. However, the current Soul Master world had yet to develop the concept of Body Martial Souls, and their strength was often underestimated.

Yet the Soul Arena had actually assigned them a little support-type girl as an opponent, leaving them speechless.

Especially since this support-type girl was so arrogant.

She was definitely the most arrogant support they had ever encountered!

Ning Rongrong took a step forward and crooked a finger at them. Then, she slowly spread her arms, assuming the opening stance of Tai Chi Fist with her hands cradling an invisible ball before her chest. Her relaxed expression carried a trace of proud confidence. "Then let's not waste time. Let's begin too."

Lu Shui and He Huo exchanged a glance, then both rubbed their temples in unspoken agreement.

"Little sister," Lu Shui said, scratching his head with utter helplessness in his voice, "Immortal Mountain is indeed somewhat famous, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul is indeed rare, but you're a support-type Soul Master..."

He Huo picked up where he left off and waved a hand. "You should just leave the arena yourself. Beating you won't bring us any glory, but if we lose, that would be even more humiliating."

"No, we can't possibly lose!"

The two hastily corrected themselves in unison, then could not help coughing twice.

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort. She did not argue. Instead, she flipped her wrist, and the exquisite Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda appeared in her palm, seven-colored streams of light endlessly flowing across its surface.

"Seven Treasures Have Names: first, speed; second, strength; third, soul—"

Three rays of light entered her body at once. Speed enhancement, strength enhancement, and Soul Power enhancement—three halos flashed around her in rotation, lending a sharp edge to her lovely face.

Lu Shui and He Huo froze. "You... enhanced yourself?"

Ning Rongrong's approaching fist shadows were their only reply.

Tai Chi Fist flowed from her hands as naturally as drifting clouds and running water. She borrowed force to strike with force and used softness to overcome hardness, her mastery already showing early success.

With the boosts empowering her, Ning Rongrong's figure was nimble and graceful. As her palms shifted and swept, she actually fought the Water-Fire Combination to a standstill.

Lu Shui's Water Palm was smooth and pliant, attempting to deflect her attacks, only to discover that Ning Rongrong's palm force was even gentler than his.

He Huo's Fire Palm was scorching and oppressive, every close-range strike carrying searing repulsive force.

But as the fight continued, Ning Rongrong's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Lu Shui's Water Palm was like a clump of wet cotton that could not be torn apart, sticking to her force and dragging it aside; He Huo's Fire Palm left scorching heat behind with every clash.

After several glancing blows, wisps of smoke rose from her sleeves, while her palms had turned bright red, as though they had been roasted.

"So hot, so hot, so hot! It's burning me to death!"

Ning Rongrong finally could not take it anymore. She shook her hands and retreated several steps in a row, glaring at the pair with puffed cheeks. "What kind of Martial Souls are those? One is slippery as an eel, and the other is unbearably hot!"

Seeing this, the disdain in Lu Shui and He Huo's expressions finally lessened.

He Huo extinguished the flames in his palm and crossed his arms. "Little sister, you do have some skill. For a support-type Soul Master to possess such combat power, no wonder you're so proud."

Lu Shui nodded. "But this Soul Arena match ends here. We're done playing with you."

The moment he finished speaking, the two simultaneously took a step back. Their Soul Power abruptly surged, and three Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple—appeared beneath their feet.

"Second Soul Skill—Water Torrent!"

"Third Soul Skill—Water Flood!"

Lu Shui thrust both palms forward. Two columns of water surged out like dragons leaving the sea, twisting together in midair and merging into a rushing flood that charged Ning Rongrong with overwhelming force.

At the same time, flames exploded from He Huo's palm. "Second Soul Skill—Flame Palm!"

"Third Soul Skill—Fire Dragon Breath!"

A crimson fire dragon roared as it leaped out from Flame Palm, carrying searing waves of heat as it raced alongside the Water Flood. Ice and fire intertwined in the air, raising a sky full of white mist as the entire arena was instantly swallowed by a raging tide of water and flame.

A chorus of startled cries rose from the audience.

Especially from those Immortal fangirls who had been jealous of Ning Rongrong and disliked her from the start.

At this moment, they even began applauding.

"Water-Fire Combination, teach her a good lesson!"

"Defeat her! Beat her until she's crawling around looking for her teeth, and I'll treat you to extra drumsticks!"

"Wait, are you Immortal's fans or Immortal's enemies? Why are you holding Immortal Mountain fan signs while wanting an Immortal Mountain student to lose?"

Even Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were dumbfounded by this scene.

Why did their little witch have so many enemies?

On the arena, Ning Rongrong pouted. Having heard some of the voices from the stands, she muttered under her breath.

"You awful women are jealous because Teacher likes me, and you can't stand seeing me do well. I'll win just to show you! Hmph!"

A complex and profound Eight Trigrams seal suddenly lit up beneath her feet. The yin-yang fish revolved endlessly, while the trigrams shifted and cycled within the seal.

Fenghou Qimen, activate!

"Kan Character: Cold Abyss Flowbind."

Ning Rongrong formed a hand seal with her right hand. Piercing cold poured from her fingertips, and several curtains of water, like water dragons, entangled the roaring fire dragon. The crimson flames were instantly swallowed by icy blue, frozen, shattered, and scattered into ice crystals that drifted through the air.

He Huo's eyes widened. The flames in his palm were completely extinguished, and no matter how he drove his Soul Power, he could not reignite even a spark.

"Li Character: Scorching Ruins."

At the same time, Ning Rongrong formed another seal with her left hand, and the area before her instantly transformed into a dark-red field of flames, absorbing all the fire released by the Water-Fire Combination. Water and fire collided violently, steaming into vast white mist, yet Ning Rongrong was not harmed in the slightest.

It was at that moment.

Ning Rongrong withdrew both hand seals, and the Eight Trigrams seal beneath her feet suddenly shook as though heaven and earth were trembling.

"Kun Character: Earth River Wheel."

The earth roared.

The arena's hard stone surface tore apart as though ripped open by an invisible hand. Rolling earth and rocks surged upward, forming a river of mud and stone that raised towering filthy waves before crashing down upon the Water-Fire Combination.

Lu Shui and He Huo had just unleashed their Soul Skills and had no time to react. They were swept into the surging earth river, struggling and tumbling before they were finally buried beneath thick soil and rock, unable to move.

The smoke cleared.

Ning Rongrong stood at the center of the Eight Trigrams seal, her robes fluttering as the glow of Soul Power still lingered at her fingertips. Looking at the two trapped within Earth River Wheel, she smiled brightly and flipped her wrist. The Mysterious Yellow Glazed Pagoda rapidly enlarged in her hand.

"Sorry, you two. I can't let my showing be less impressive than my junior sister's, so I'll have to trouble you with suffering a little."

The golden pagoda gleamed with circulating mysterious yellow light, solemn and imposing. She tossed the giant pagoda into the sky, its massive form blanketing the entire arena as though covering the heavens.

"The Heavenly King Covers the Earthly Tiger—"

The golden pagoda crashed down.

"Pagoda Suppresses Mountains and Rivers!"

Boom!

The pagoda settled firmly in the center of the arena. Lu Shui and He Huo were completely pinned beneath it, with only their two dust-covered heads sticking out, both of them knocked unconscious.

The entire Soul Arena fell silent.

In the audience, thousands of eyes stared blankly at the towering Mysterious Yellow Glazed Pagoda, then at the Water-Fire Combination obediently pinned beneath it. Everyone was stunned.

Even host Keke had forgotten to announce the result. She held her flag aloft, utterly motionless and staring like a wooden chicken.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Ning Rongrong dusted off her hands and turned to look toward the neighboring arena, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Qingqing, how was that, Senior Sister's performance?"

In the distance, Zhu Zhuqing withdrew Nether Claw and gave Ning Rongrong a thumbs-up.

"Senior Sister, amazing!"