Eight Spider Lances Shielded Them Both

A white fireball rose above Huo Wu's head.

It was only a foot across, but the heat it gave off made the red flags at the edge of the arena begin to smoke. The referee retreated more than ten meters, and the Soul Masters guarding the arena released their Soul Power.

Three layers of Soul Power barriers rose outside the red flags. The moment the front layer formed, its surface warped like rippling water. The Royal Knights nearest the arena backed away, the metal clasps on their armor already growing hot.

Yuan Yu could see the Soul Power shifting inside the fireball.

The power of the first three Spirit Rings wrapped around the Fourth Spirit Skill in layers. With every breath Huo Wu held it there, she had to force the Soul Power threatening to scatter back into its center. Sweat covered her forehead, yet her palms remained remarkably steady.

Huo Wu's face was turning pale.

Ring Fusion let her concentrate the power of several Spirit Rings, but the strain on her body mounted with it. Her arms trembled faintly while the white fireball above her continued to brighten.

Tang San did not interrupt her.

He had fought six matches in a row, and Huo Wu had given him plenty of time to prepare. An ambush now might win him the match, but it would not be the victory he wanted.

Blue Silver Grass spread beneath Tang San's feet. The outermost strands anchored to the ground, while several inner layers wove across one another. The Eight Spider Lances opened to either side, their tips brushing the grass, ready to redirect his body at any moment.

Huo Wu thrust both hands forward.

"Huo Wu's Sunflare!"

The white fireball left her palms, moving slowly at first. After flying five meters, it suddenly