Like a stone hurled into a tranquil lake, Yu Hongchen and Xu Yunmeng both turned to look at the adorable child standing opposite them.
That shouldn't have been possible.
Yu Hongchen's physical condition had only worsened after she participated in the previous All-Continent Youth Soul Master Tournament. She had been recuperating ever since, and no news about her had spread across the continent.
Besides, with Xu Yunmeng's help just now, her complexion had improved considerably. How could an ordinary person have spotted it at a glance?
"Don't be nervous. I just have a few special little tricks. In a sense, I count as a healing Soul Master, too. Are you sure you want to fight me?"
Yu Hongchen shook her head.
What difference did it make if he knew?
Yu Hongchen stepped forward, and her Two-Word Battle Armor-Yunmeng-slowly emerged. Like an exquisitely carved work of art, blood red and azure blue flowed through its translucent material.
Seven Soul Rings-purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black-slowly rose from beneath her feet, floating rhythmically around her.
Small metal spheres hovered around her body. This was the ability Yu Hongchen took the greatest pride in.
Her slender fingers danced nimbly through the air, and under her control, the metal spheres transformed into sharp blades.
What Yu Hongchen excelled at most was controlling these little tools to assist her attacks in battle.
But what Jiang Mingyuan did next shocked both women again.
Likewise, small silver spheres drifted out of his sleeves and, under precise control, transformed into sharp blades gleaming with silvery-white light.
Jiang Mingyuan even tilted his head and waved at Yu Hongchen with a smile.
That wasn't right, was it?
Wasn't he supposed to be a fire-attribute Soul Master?
The blades met in midair with ringing metallic clashes.
After a single exchange,