On the Soul Fighting Stage, the Soul Fighting was far from over.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood back to back, their heartbeats pulsating so fast they could feel each other's rhythm through their clothes.
"Senior Sister, how much Soul Power do you have left?" Zhu Zhuqing asked in a low voice.
Ning Rongrong replied, "I should be able to use my Soul Skill to amplify my soul power one or two more times, but my Soul Power is already less than half."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the arena, landing on the three people opposite her. "And you?"
"I'm in a similar situation. Absorbing the Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison and making it my own also consumed a lot of my energy, and my Soul Power is less than half left."
Zhu Zhuqing's breathing was shallow, and she was clearly injured, but her gaze was calm. "Senior sister, there are still three opponents. How should we divide them?"
Ning Rongrong's gaze lingered on the three people opposite her in turn.
Dugu Yan, panting with her hands on her knees, had her dark green hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, and the light from the Spirit Ring beneath her feet flickered erratically.
The remaining poisonous mist on her fingertips had thinned to almost transparent, her chest heaving violently, each breath a struggle to maintain her posture.
Ning Rongrong quickly calculated in her mind. The Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison had just covered most of the arena. Dugu Yan had almost single-handedly maintained control and suppression throughout the entire match. The amount of Soul Power she had consumed was unimaginable, and she was probably already at her limit.
Then look at Osler. This Ghost Leopard Soul Master was half-crouched on the edge of the arena, his pupils still narrowed to needles, but his gaze remained fixed on Zhu Zhuqing.
His back was hunched low, the muscles in his four legs were stiff and taut, and his whole body was in a posture of being ready to strike at any moment, clearly showing his extreme fear of Zhu Zhuqing's speed.
They, the two agility-type Soul Master, couldn't catch up with Zhu Zhuqing just now, let alone now that he's alone, he's not someone to be feared.
Finally, Ning Rongrong looked at the person in the center of the arena.
Yu Tianheng stood there, not moving an inch. The Dragon Transformation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had spread to the right half of his body, with layers of scales covering his arms, shoulders, and even half of his face. One vertical pupil flickered with calm lightning. His Spirit Ring shone brightly and steadily—three rings, two yellow and one purple, circulated smoothly beneath his feet, and his Soul Power fluctuations were as thick as magma surging deep underground.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, and he was more serious than ever before. His fighting spirit was extremely strong, and they were the most difficult opponents to deal with at the moment.
"Senior sister, I'll take the advantage. That monstrous dragon is mine, and you'll have to work harder on the other two and take them down as quickly as possible, okay?"
Ning Rongrong and Yu Tianheng looked at each other. Although she was a little scared as a girl, she was not intimidated at all and took two steps forward with high spirits.
Zhu Zhuqing's heart skipped a beat:
"Senior sister, you're not at an advantage here. Of the remaining three teammates on the Imperial Fighting Team, Yu Tianheng is the most difficult to deal with."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm the senior sister, and I choose whoever I want. If you keep dawdling, they'll recover their strength and you won't be able to handle them."
Immediately, Ning Rongrong lightly rubbed her toes against the ground, and the starting stance of the Tai Chi Footwork quietly unfolded beneath her feet:
"That's settled then. The snake and the leopard are yours. Deal with them as quickly as possible."
Ning Rongrong took a step forward, and the Mysterious Yellow Glazed Pagoda reappeared in her palm. This time, however, the light was restrained, and the pagoda shrank to the length of an elbow, hovering above her head, with a layer of golden light cascading down to protect her body.
She faced Yu Tianheng, her Tai Chi steps drawing rounded arcs on the ground. Between her steps, her bones made subtle clicking sounds, as if muscle memory was awakening the instincts of every inch of her body.
During the past few months at Immortal Mountain, every day was spent training from before dawn until sunset. Both she and Zhu Zhuqing had undergone rigorous practical training by their teacher, and both of them were severely abused by him. Sometimes, she would be beaten so badly that she would grit her teeth while crying.
Then her goal in intensive practical training became to one day crush her teacher's head and make him beg for mercy.
But at this moment, all the muscle memory she had developed from being thrown around came in handy, and she planned to use her physical body to clash head-on with Yu Tianheng's dragon claws!
Let's see if his Thunder Dragon is more powerful, or if my Tai Chi Fenghou Qimen techniques are superior.
Yu Tianheng didn't tolerate her either. If the Imperial Fighting Team lost to their two-person team, they would become the laughing stock of the whole city tomorrow!
He unleashed a Thunder Dragon Claw strike, slamming it down on his head.
The giant claw, covered in dragon scales, crackled with five blue-purple arcs of electricity, and the oppressive aura of the Dragon Clan Martial Soul crushed Ning Rongrong like a mountain.
Ning Rongrong extended her Taiji Cloud Hands outward, her palm edge brushing against the wrist of the dragon claw and rotating smoothly. Yu Tianheng's force was deflected diagonally downward, and Thunder blasted a charred crater in the arena.
Taking advantage of the situation, Ning Rongrong spun around and closed in on Yu Tianheng. His Thunderbolt Arrows was troublesome to deal with, but once they were in close combat, the effectiveness of the Thunderbolt Arrows was greatly reduced.
The two engaged in close combat in the center of the ring. Ning Rongrong's Tai Chi Fist stance was as flexible as willow catkins. Each time she made contact, she avoided direct confrontation with Yu Tianheng's power, instead using arcs to neutralize his fierceness and reduce the damage from his Thunder.
Gradually, Ning Rongrong actually began to gain some control and understanding of the Thunder Element Position.
Tricky.
Sensing that Ning Rongrong was becoming increasingly fierce in battle, and that his Thunder seemed to be beginning to be controlled by her, a hint of irritation flashed in Yu Tianheng's eyes.
"Boom!"
Thunder Fury!
Yu Tianheng's aura suddenly surged.
A terrifying arc of lightning struck Ning Rongrong's left arm as she blocked the attack.
Tai Chi Fist can deflect force, but the numbing effect of Thunder seeped into the muscles, Ning Rongrong's entire left arm to tremble violently, followed by a spasm.
She gritted her teeth and continued to attack, but her movements faltered for a second. Yu Tianheng punched her squarely in the chest, sending her flying three zhang away. She slid across the ground, leaving a long trail before finally regaining her footing.
Ning Rongrong knelt on one knee, her whole body numb. Her hair stood on end, embers of electricity crackled on her cheeks, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
But her eyes lit up instead.
In the instant she was struck by lightning, it felt as if something in her mind had been energized by an electric current. She had practiced countless times the deductions of the Five Elements and their corresponding trigrams in Fenghou Qimen: the mutual generation and restraint of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—water restrains fire, fire restrains metal, and metal attracts lightning. Lightning belongs to wood, and wood generates fire, but if metal is used as the medium...
"Got it!"
She suddenly stood up.
She pushed the Mysterious Yellow Glazed Pagoda out of her palm, and the nine-story pagoda crashed to the ground in the center of the arena, with dazzling golden light bursting from its base.
Ning Rongrong channeled all her remaining Soul Power into the golden power brought by the Great Strength Vajra Tiger Spirit Ring, concentrating it all at the top of the tower.
The spire of the Glazed Pagoda suddenly transformed into a golden cone, pointing towards the dome.
This move left everyone baffled.
Even Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and even Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang and Flender in the spectator seats did not understand its meaning.
Chen Xin and the others were worried for Ning Rongrong, while Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed at Ning Rongrong's crazy actions and exclaimed that this girl Not Very Bright!
Only in the VIP room did a faint smile appear on that exceptionally handsome face. Su Chen saw through Ning Rongrong's shocking idea:
"This girl is really smart."
On the Soul Arena.
Yu Tianheng didn't care what Ning Rongrong was trying to do. He just wanted to end the match as soon as possible and crush his opponent with Thunder force, so as not to lose the prestige of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
He created distance, and dozens, even hundreds, of Thunderbolt Arrows solidified behind him, shooting out with overwhelming force towards Ning Rongrong.
But halfway through its flight, the lightning arrow suddenly veered off course—the golden cone generated a strong suction force, pulling the entire Thunderbolt Arrows away from its original trajectory, and with a "sizzle," it plunged into the spire.
The golden cone flashed violently, and lightning flowed around the tower's interior, connecting to the ground without causing any damage!
Yu Tianheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
He unleashed three more enhanced Thunderbolt Arrows, each of which was precisely drawn to the golden spire of the Mysterious Yellow Glazed Pagoda. Moreover, it wasn't just the Thunderbolt Arrows; any other Thunder power emanating from his body was completely Thunder as soon as it approached the golden pagoda.
His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's lightning advantage was completely negated at this moment, and all that his Martial Soul could use was the physical strength of the dragon race and the physical tearing ability of the dragon claws.
Ning Rongrong rubbed the bruises and charred electrocution marks on her body, a smile appearing on her face. Then she beckoned to Yu Tianheng with her finger:
"Little blue bug, did you enjoy shocking us just now?"
"Now, it's my turn!"
"What did you say? Little Blue Bug? You don't really think that solving the Thunder problem will make you able to beat me, do you?"
Yu Tianheng retorted angrily, "This is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the number one Beast Martial Soul on the continent, not some little blue worm!"
"The Dragon Clan Martial Soul possesses an extraordinary physique; it cannot be compared to any other Martial Soul!"
Yu Tianheng lunged forward with incredible speed, his right claw tearing through the air, five gusts of wind carrying the unique roar of the dragon race.
Caught off guard, Ning Rongrong blocked with her elbow, her entire arm going numb from the impact, but she didn't back down and instead slapped him in the chest with her backhand.
Yu Tianheng grunted, and his dragon claw swept across again. Ning Rongrong ducked to avoid it, but kicked him in the back of the knee with her toe, causing Yu Tianheng to stagger forward and almost kneel down!
The two fought for several rounds in the center of the ring.
Yu Tianheng's Dragon Transformation body was as hard as iron. Ning Rongrong's fists struck him with dull thuds. Although it was difficult to win in one blow, Ning Rongrong was not easy to withstand each claw attack. Her shoulders, forearms, and waist were torn open by the dragon claws.
Her physical strength had been greatly depleted by the two Shi Mo brothers, and she was becoming increasingly unsteady on her feet.
Yu Tianheng spotted an opening. The moment Ning Rongrong's Cloud Hands faltered, he brought his five fingers together, gathered power in his dragon claw, and blue-purple light re-converged at his fingertips—although most of the lightning power would be absorbed by the Glazed Golden Pagoda, the remaining arcs of electricity still Entanglement around his fingertips, carrying considerable penetrating power.
"It's over."
The dragon claw shot through the air.
Just as the claws were less than half a foot away from Ning Rongrong's face...
The lightning energy absorbed by the golden pagoda converged at Ning Rongrong's Zhen position.
Ning Rongrong choked on her breath. "It's time to end this."
"Qimen, Palm Thunder!"
With a loud bang, blue Thunder gathered in Ning Rongrong's palm and shot out like a ball of lightning, slamming heavily into Yu Tianheng's body.
Yu Tianheng was struck as if by a bolt of lightning, his body slamming into the ground and rolling several times. He managed to cling to the ground with his dragon claws to avoid being blasted off the field, but he already coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with terror.
"How is this possible?! How can you also use the power of blue lightning?!"
"This is not the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda at all!"
Ning Rongrong took a breath. She had indeed been frightened. If the Palm Thunder had been brewing any later, she would have been dead.
"You're right, this isn't the traditional Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, but rather its second form. However, it still possesses the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda; it's just that your knowledge is too limited, and you've never seen it before."
Ning Rongrong said calmly, and another Palm Thunder flashed in her palm.
At the same time as the Palm Thunder struck, a dark shadow also descended!
boom--
On the other half, a dark crack appeared in mid-air at the edge of the arena, and Zhu Zhuqing's figure emerged from it, her body covered by a thick layer of purplish-black airflow.
The Nine Nether Demon Transformation form enveloped her in the power of the netherworld, and her speed and strength reached a whole new level at this moment.
Behind her, Osler had collapsed outside the arena, trembling like mud, while Dugu Yan lay on the other side, her face pale and her eyes unfocused, her Soul Power exhausted.
She took care of those two people within a very short time.
At the critical moment, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails growing three inches longer, the blades Entanglement in dark currents from the Netherworld. She made an exception and used the spatial acceleration ability of the Space-Splitting Claw.
Because she sensed Ning Rongrong's dangerous situation.
A narrow rift was torn open in the space in front of her. Her figure moved through the rift almost instantaneously, disappearing and reappearing, appearing directly beside Yu Tianheng.
The next instant, the Hell Hundred Claws poured out.
Hundreds of claw shadows simultaneously struck Yu Tianheng's back, ribs, and back of the neck in less than a breath.
Zhu Zhuqing's sharp claws tore through his physical defenses, the claw tips digging deep into his flesh. The power of the Nine Netherworlds, mixed with the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison he had just absorbed and the remaining spider venom of the Eight Spider Lances, was injected into him.
But Zhu Zhuqing didn't expect that her senior sister's potential was so great that she actually released a terrifying Palm Thunder, which also struck Yu Tianheng.
And so, Yu Tianheng tragically took the full force of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's killing moves at the same time, flying out of the Soul Arena like a lead ball, his purple blood still splattering in the air.
Upon landing, the spider venom and the Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison toxins spread rapidly along his spine, his pupils began to dilate, and his Dragon Transformation scales peeled away piece by piece, revealing the pale skin beneath.
His right arm, supporting his body, trembled violently as he tried to prop himself up again, but the poison ultimately overwhelmed his last vestiges of consciousness. Yu Tianheng's eyes slowly closed, his body leaned forward, and he collapsed heavily onto the arena.
Fortunately, Ye Lingling was eliminated at the beginning, so her Soul Power was basically undamaged. Douluo I ended, she immediately used the healing power of the Nine-Heart Begonia, which saved Yu Tianheng's life.
We won.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing cleared the arena, leaving only the two of them standing there. However, their bodies went limp, and they had to support each other to avoid falling.
This scene.
But this silenced the entire Soul Arena.
All the Soul Master were stunned by Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's strength.
A support-type Soul Master unleashed a physique comparable to a defense- Power Attack System Soul Master Soul Master, and displayed the strongest support-type attack, making him undoubtedly the strongest support-type Soul Master.
Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, displayed unparalleled speed and the ability to cut through the enemy's rear, ranking among the most outstanding agility-type Soul Master in the Soto Soul Arena.
After several seconds of silence, a deafening roar finally erupted from all directions, nearly lifting the dome off the stage.
Meanwhile, in the VIP room, Su Chen heard the system's voice in his mind:
[Ding! Eldest disciple Ning Rongrong's evolution Trait Entry: Supreme Support. The host gains one chance to draw from the God-Level Nine-out-of-Three prize pool, and her Soul Power increases by 50%.]
[Ding! Disciple Zhu Zhuqing's evolution Trait Entry: Supreme Agility Attack Soul Master. The host gains one chance to draw from the God-Level Nine-out-of-Three Prize Pool, and her Soul Power increases by 50%.]