Ma Hongjun watched Ye Zhiqiu, fire blazing in his eyes. The purplish-red phoenix phantom behind him suddenly spread its wings, and amid the rolling heat waves, even the air seemed to ignite.
"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"
He drew a deep breath, his chest and abdomen swelling slightly, then opened his mouth and spat out a concentrated stream of flame.
The purplish-red flame shot like a nimble fire serpent, hissing through the air and carrying scorching waves of heat straight at Ye Zhiqiu's face.
At the sight, a trace of disdain appeared on Ye Zhiqiu's face. "You dare boast with that little fire?"
Before his words had faded, the third yellow soul ring beneath his feet abruptly lit up.
As his soul power surged, a jet of water as black as ink actually spewed from his mouth:
"Third Soul Skill: Mysterious Water Surge!"
The black water rushed forth, carrying a sinister chill, and collided thunderously with Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line in midair.
"Hiss-"
Water and fire clashed, instantly raising great clouds of white mist. Amid the spreading steam, the black water suppressed the purplish-red flames somewhat.
But Ma Hongjun's flames did not go out. Instead, like maggots clinging to bone, they burned away at the black water, giving off bursts of piercing noise.
"I'm not done yet!"
A fierce glint flashed through Ma Hongjun's eyes. Driving his soul power to its limit, he made his Phoenix Fire Line suddenly swell, forcing it through the black water's obstruction to burn toward Ye Zhiqiu.
"Brat! Don't be so impatient! I'll show you all what I'm capable of!"
Ye Zhiqiu puffed out his cheeks and drove his soul power to its limit. Pitch-black Mysterious Water gushed out like floodwaters bursting through a dike, so dense that it nearly formed a curtain