On the arena platform, two figures stood facing each other, waiting for the match to begin.
On one side, Na'er looked petite and lively, her silver hair fluttering gently in the breeze. Her exquisite, stunning face held a hint of careless languor, without the slightest tension before battle, as though the coming fight were nothing more than a trivial matter.
On the other side, Ye Xinglan stood tall and straight, her features lovely, her dark green Shrek uniform neat and crisp.
At the center of the platform, the referee swept his gaze over both opponents and announced in a deep voice, "The rules: no serious injuries or maiming. A contestant loses if they become unable to fight, surrender voluntarily, or are knocked out of the arena."
"Begin!"
Whoosh-!
At the referee's command, light burst from their hands almost simultaneously.
Na'er was the first to shine.
Dazzling silver radiance suddenly erupted from her hand, its light piercing, its draconic might vast. An ancient dragon pressure swept across the entire platform.
Then a long, elegant spear, luminous white from end to end, appeared in her palm. Flecks of silver light flowed over its shaft, dragon patterns coiled around it, and an oppressive chill radiated from it.
It was the Silver Dragon Spear!
With the appearance of her martial soul, six brilliant soul rings rose from beneath Na'er's feet, floating up and down in orderly formation.
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black!
Three purple and three black. The six overlapping soul rings radiated such dense, powerful halos that quite a few students below caught their breath.
Across from Na'er, the light in Ye Xinglan's eyes instantly dimmed at the sight.
She could already foresee her own ending.
The outcome seemed to have been decided from the very beginning.
A sense of powerlessness instantly