The hot blood would eventually cool, and the clan tournament began.
In the upper bracket, the platform met the full specifications of a Great Soul Arena stage: a hundred meters in diameter, built entirely from steel-hard stone.
The two contestants on the platform saluted each other.
On the left stood a boy of thirteen or fourteen, holding a Red-Butterfly Meteor Spear. His face was resolute, and a faint aura of iron-blooded slaughter radiated from him. He came from the Qin Family, one of the clan's follower families.
"Qin Huacheng, martial soul: Red-Tassel Meteor Spear. Level 28 power attack system Soul Grandmaster!"
On the right stood a girl of the same age. Her neat, short hair reached only her shoulders, and her face was no larger than a palm. Her delicate features seemed carved to perfection, yet carried a chill that complemented the Seven Kill Sword in her hand. Like celestial dew and a luminous pearl, she stood above the dust of the mortal world.
"Chen Yanwu, martial soul: Seven Kill Sword. Level 33 mental system Battle Soul Elder!"
Chen Yanwu was the daughter of Chen Xiaojun's clan uncle, Chen Chenglin. Having lost both parents in childhood, she had lived with Chen Hanxin and, influenced by her, chosen the mental system path.
Spear and sword faced each other, sharp and intimidating. A wind sprang up out of nowhere, sweeping fine dust into whirling eddies before scattering it with a howl, yet it could not come within two meters of either contestant.
Knowing his soul power could not match hers, Qin Huacheng attacked first. He opened with the Collapsing Spear Form, thrusting his silver spear with its red tassel straight at Chen Yanwu's throat in a high, level strike. Its momentum was formidable.
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