"Admit defeat, Jiang Hao!"
Ma Xiaotao laughed softly and pressed down even harder.
She added, "We have two Seven-Ring Soul Sages. Your lot don't have anyone above five rings. You can't win."
"Oh? Really?"
A smile flickered across Jiang Hao's lips. His hands, which had been braced beneath her, shot up and seized the ankles of her thick-heeled shoes.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Ma Xiaotao sensed something was wrong.
Jiang Hao leaned back and used her momentum to haul her clean off the ground. "Here we go! Windmill!"
The resistance pushing against her vanished. Her own added force sent her spinning backward instead. He had turned her strength against her!
Jiang Hao spun at high speed on the strength of his own body, while Ma Xiaotao lost her hold on the ground.
She whirled through the air before he hurled her out of the arena like a shot put. She smashed through three rows of seats before finally coming to a stop.
"You bastard! Who fights a Soul Fighting match like that?"
Ma Xiaotao dusted herself off and tried to climb back into the arena.
Yan Shaozhe caught her by the shoulder. "Xiaotao, a loss is a loss.
"You can get him back once this is over, can't you? Don't make a scene now."
On the other side of the arena, Blue Silver Grass had strung Eight-Armed Bro upside down. Every last axe had been taken from him.
Coffee Bro approached slowly, gripping a double-headed axe he had picked up from the ground. But whenever he entered Eight-Armed Bro's reach, he immediately jumped back out, leaving Eight-Armed Bro doing one upward crunch after another.
"Hey, I'm in again! Hey, I'm out again! Can't hit me, can't hit me!"
In the blink of an eye, Banner Bro was the only