The first battle began quickly and ended even faster.
The Copper Bull Soul King roared and charged, trying to crush his opponent with absolute strength.
But Meng Hongchen moved like a phantom, her light, shifting footwork always carrying her clear of his furious attacks by a hair's breadth.
She used few flashy soul tools. What she relied on most was her increasingly uncanny and unpredictable Vermilion Clear Ice Toad poison.
Colorless, odorless gas spread silently, clinging to ice crystal attacks that seemed almost weightless. The Copper Bull Soul King's defenses were indeed astonishing. He took several ice attacks head-on without suffering a scratch, but every breath he drew, every burst of soul power he unleashed, unknowingly brought more poison into his body.
At first, he merely felt a slight sluggishness in the circulation of his soul power and paid it no mind. Soon, however, bitter cold and numbness spread through every limb and bone. His movements grew slower and slower, and his strength rapidly drained away.
In less than two minutes, this Soul King's face turned green and his lips purple. His massive body swayed a few times before crashing to the ground, covered in a thin layer of white frost and unable to fight.
The Dragon Slaying Sect disciples who entered the arena after him, whether they specialized in defense, speed, or assault, all found themselves helpless against Meng Hongchen's poison, which was impossible to guard against.
Their martial souls might have been fierce and their soul skills powerful, but before that poison, which seeped through every crack, they were like prey caught in an invisible spiderweb. The harder they struggled, the deeper the poison took hold.
One, two, three-
Meng Hongchen seemed to be performing an elegant, deadly dance upon a stage. Her opponents fell one after another,