Huo Qiu'er's fighting style was swift and decisive, seizing the initiative in an instant.
Before attacking, she quickly assessed the strength of the blue-dressed girl before her.
At least a Soul King, most likely a Soul Emperor. She probably made a close-combat soul tool. I'll close in first.
Huo Qiu'er's current soul engineer rank was not high, but her powerful physique gave her ample confidence. Even if her opponent was a Level 6 Soul Engineer, she was confident she could win.
Number Fifty-Eight gripped a blue short sword. Its blade was straight and slender, roughly forty to fifty centimeters long. Deep soul power fluctuations radiated from it-it was unmistakably a level six soul tool.
A level six close-combat soul tool. Its attributes and effects were not yet apparent, but with soul skills prohibited, being stabbed by it would certainly inflict a serious injury.
Huo Qiu'er had made a level four soul cannon with a rather unusual design. Rather than a cannon, it looked more like a modern rifle. It had no bulky barrel, did not need to be carried on her shoulder, and could be raised with one hand.
The instant she moved, Alliance Leader Shangguan Wei'er revealed a faint, satisfied smile.
Huo Qiu'er had made a ranged soul tool, yet when facing an enemy wielding a close-combat soul tool, she was the first to close the distance. What did this seemingly foolish approach mean?
It meant Huo Qiu'er had absolute confidence. She could crush her opponent without even using the soul tool in her hand; the tool she had made earlier was merely another flower added to the brocade.
Shangguan Wei'er had already made up her mind. If Number Fifty-Eight truly lost, she would recruit this powerful female soul master and make her part of the Ordinary Alliance's strength.