On the left side of the Arena, the battle shifted in the blink of an eye.
Ye Xingmo of the second year—the aloof young man with a golden star on his forehead—had a cold gleam in his eyes as he drew an ice-blue longsword. A biting chill swept across the arena in the direction of its tip, and even the Water Element in the air seemed to condense into tiny ice crystals.
"Your opponent is me."
Ye Xingmo's voice was as cold as his sword. Before his words had faded, he became one with his blade, turning into a streak of blue light that shot straight toward Ye Xinglan.
"Just what I wanted!" Ye Xinglan showed no fear as the Stargod Sword in her hand erupted with brilliant starlight. A fighter at heart, she felt her blood boil all the hotter when faced with a powerful opponent. Two utterly different sword intents collided fiercely in midair, unleashing a piercing clash of metal. Flecks of starlight and ice crystals scattered everywhere as the two fought to a standstill.
On the other side of the battlefield, however, the situation was decidedly unfavorable for the first years.
Duanhun Xiao of the second year turned his wrist, and a long black flute appeared in his palm. His black martial soul had a bizarre appearance, its body seemingly fashioned from some unknown black bone and exuding an eerie aura. Then Song Yuheng plucked the guzheng in her hands, four soul rings—two yellow and two purple—flashing alternately around her.
"This is bad! Sonic control!" Xu Xiaoyan's expression changed. She excelled at the physical restraint of Star Wheel Chain and Mental Interference, but her ability to counter such purely sonic attacks was somewhat lacking.
The mournful, eerie flute notes and the cool guzheng tones instantly intertwined into