Ma Xiaotao stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform, eager to try her hand.
After Jiang Hai stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform, Zhu Tianfang, who guarded the Soul Fighting Zone, immediately activated the platform's Protective Barrier. An azure energy barrier sealed off the Soul Fighting Zone, and Zhu Tianfang went inside as well. He did not trust Ma Xiaotao to handle this alone.
He knew all too well how destructive Ma Xiaotao could be. Even if she knew her limits, he still had to err on the side of caution. They could not afford a death.
"Let's begin!" Ma Xiaotao said.
At her words, Jiang Hai charged straight at her without another word.
"A contest of fists and feet? Junior Brother, have you forgotten the pain now that your scars have healed? You'd better use your soul skills before you get a thorough beating!" Ma Xiaotao chuckled. Jiang Hai might possess innate divine strength, but she was a seven-ring Soul Saint who had already absorbed two hundred-year soul rings, two Thousand-Year Soul Rings, and three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. Her physical prowess was nothing a three-ring Soul Elder could match.
Jiang Hai turned a deaf ear to her. His white robe snapped in the wind, and a single stride brought him before Ma Xiaotao. His gaze was utterly focused, locked onto her body as he threw a punch.
Ma Xiaotao's gaze changed as well, becoming intensely serious. However proud she might be inside, the moment she truly faced a battle, she concentrated her mind to the utmost without the slightest relaxation.
Seeing her response, Zhu Tianfang could not help nodding slightly. Even against a weaker opponent, a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. That was what made a qualified Battle Soul Master.
Facing Jiang Hai's fist,