The Soul Tool Shield rose again.
"Let the match begin."
With feelings unknown, Zheng Zhan gave the signal to begin the match.
As his right hand swept down, Chen Ping suddenly charged forward, the gem-studded white robe he wore snapping in the wind.
On the other side, Wang Xiaolei of the Holy Spirit Sect did not dare underestimate his opponent this time. He reacted with incredible speed.
As he released his six Soul Rings-two yellow, two purple, and two black-he even activated a Level 6 Invincible Shield that lasted three seconds. No one short of a Titled Douluo could break it.
This was the solution the Holy Spirit Sect had devised to effectively counter Chen Ping's instant-kill tactic.
But as a Level 7 Soul Engineer, how could Chen Ping fail to see through such a petty trick?
That was why he had no intention of repeating his approach from the previous round. As he had said earlier, in his eyes, Wang Xiaolei was already experimental material delivered right to his door.
As the yellow Invincible Shield lit up, a skeletal claw of stark white bone emerged from his right sleeve. It pointed at Chen Ping, who was charging toward him at high speed. Wang Xiaolei's First Soul Ring lit up along with it.
An eerie sight appeared. A mass of stark white skeletal claws suddenly broke out of the hard steel floor, two of them catching the feet Chen Ping was driving forward with. The other claws all reached for his legs as well.
Although it was broad daylight, the sky had already been gloomy. With the sudden appearance of this great mass of skeletal claws, cries of shock immediately rose from the spectators.
What were those things? What kind of Martial Soul was that?
A low, moan-like sound came