Just as the two reached a stalemate, Zhao Wuji suddenly let out a muffled grunt. His massive body lifted off the ground and flew toward the wall behind him.
Boom! With an earth-shaking crash, Zhao Wuji's massive body smashed straight through the entire wall, burying him beneath the rubble. He showed no response.
Seeing Zhao Wuji actually sent flying in a contest of strength, everyone looked astonished, especially Dai Mubai, who knew Zhao Wuji's strength well!
This was different from sending him flying. Known as the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji excelled most at defense. For Qi Ling to send him flying was simply a tale from the Arabian Nights!
"Did... did we win?" Ning Rongrong asked, looking at the rubble with a hint of anticipation.
"No, not yet." With his Purple Demon Eye, Tang San saw more clearly than anyone else and naturally understood what was happening inside.
"Teacher Zhao deliberately yielded to the force and took Big Brother's punch! Although that meant suffering greater injuries, it also let him go with the momentum and dissipate most of Big Brother's strength!"
"Although Teacher Zhao seemed to take a loss, he kept his Immovable Bright King Body from being broken, so he can still fight! But Big Brother's Tyrant Dragon Fist isn't a move he can use again in such a short time!"
Things were exactly as Tang San had said. Qi Ling realized he had still underestimated Zhao Wuji. He had never expected him to see through the limits of his move and deliberately adopt a strategy of retreat!
His Tyrant Dragon Fist depended on carrying through in one burst and committing all his strength. If he threw a second punch, its power would drop to half, and it could no longer produce the same effect.
Sure enough, these old foxes far surpassed him in actual combat experience. He had already been taught a lesson before he had even enrolled.
The rubble burying Zhao Wuji suddenly flipped into the air. Then Zhao Wuji walked out with a smile, touching the corner of his mouth.
"Good lad, you're the first person in all these years to make me cough up blood!" Zhao Wuji said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"That felt great! Again!"
"All right, Teacher Zhao. Please give me your guidance!" Showing no intention of backing down, Qi Ling charged straight at Zhao Wuji.
As a byword for strength and defense, the Great Strength Vajra Bear Martial Soul proved less satisfactory when it came to speed.
That was also most people's first reaction when fighting it: use speed to maneuver around it. Qi Ling was no exception, constantly searching for an opening around Zhao Wuji.
But Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Skill, Position Tracking, solved this problem perfectly. No matter how Qi Ling dodged, Zhao Wuji would catch up with him, ultimately forcing him to face his attacks head-on.
"Boy, I took a punch from you. Now have a taste of my palm!" As Zhao Wuji spoke, his Second Soul Ring lit up. At the same time, his palm seemed to grow a size larger, wrapping itself in thick Soul Power.
"Second Soul Skill: Great Strength Vajra Palm!"
Under Zhao Wuji's Position Tracking, Qi Ling had no way to dodge this move. Unless he found a way to counter it, defeat was certain.
Left with no choice, Qi Ling could only throw a punch, meeting Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Palm with his Tyrant Dragon Fist.
Boom! This time, it was Qi Ling who was sent flying. Although the impact was not as spectacular as Zhao Wuji's, he still smashed through a table before coming to a stop.
With its power halved, the Tyrant Dragon Fist could no longer withstand Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Palm! At this sight, everyone's hearts rose into their throats.
Qi Ling got up from the ground without the slightest intention of backing down. Instead, he walked toward Zhao Wuji again.
Yet after arriving in front of Zhao Wuji, Qi Ling did something no one had expected-he canceled his Martial Soul Possession!
At this sight, everyone grew dejected. They naturally assumed that Qi Ling had canceled his Martial Soul Possession because he intended to concede to Zhao Wuji.
It looks like this is his limit, everyone thought, Tang San included.
After all, the results Qi Ling had achieved were already astonishing enough. Dai Mubai, a Soul Elder himself, knew that if he had been the one standing there, he would never have lasted this long.
"Hehe, there's still more than half of this incense stick left, boy. You're planning to admit defeat already?" Zhao Wuji said smugly, though inwardly he felt a little uncertain. Had he not been such a crafty old fox, there was no telling who would have lost.
"Boy, don't lose heart. You can be proud of yourself for lasting this long against me! After all, I'm Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Wisdom King. Go ask around..."
"Teacher Zhao, don't misunderstand. I have no intention of admitting defeat," Qi Ling suddenly said with a smile.
"I just wanted to switch to a way that suits me better."
No one understood what Qi Ling meant, but in the next second, their eyes all widened in shock.
The Divine Dragon Emperor Martial Soul on Qi Ling's right hand gradually faded and vanished. Immediately afterward, bursts of blood-red light suddenly rose from his left hand, and another Martial Soul mark appeared upon it.
"Th-this... how does Qi Ling have another Martial Soul?" Dai Mubai said in shock. "And this Martial Soul is so ominous, so evil. It's the complete opposite of his previous Martial Soul!"
"Tang San, do you know what's going on?"
Everyone turned to Tang San, only to see him say thoughtfully, "Big Brother was born with Twin Martial Souls. What he's using now is his Second Martial Soul."
"Unfortunately, though, I've never seen Big Brother fight with his Second Martial Soul, because up until now, not a single opponent has been worthy of him using it!"
Hearing this, everyone felt even more astonished. Just what was special about Qi Ling's Second Martial Soul? In his current state, would it be enough to defeat Zhao Wuji?
After the Blood Devil Emperor soul mark on Qi Ling's left hand lit up, it quickly turned into a demonic phantom. It seemed to roar savagely at the sky before entering Qi Ling's body.
Accompanying it were two purple Thousand-Year Soul Rings!
The Blood Devil Emperor's two Soul Rings came from a thousand-year Blood Bat Demon and a six-thousand-year Shadow Spirit Leopard, respectively. In terms of Soul Ring quality, they surpassed those of the Divine Dragon Emperor.
After the Blood Devil Emperor possessed him, Qi Ling's bearing also underwent a tremendous change. An elegant, mysterious air naturally emerged, making him seem like a young nobleman in an ancient castle.
His hair and eyes had both turned the color of red wine. The lines of his face grew softer, and his smile became utterly alluring, setting the heart of every girl present fluttering.
"All right, Teacher Zhao, let's continue!" Qi Ling said.
Zhao Wuji sized up the Qi Ling before him. With a different Martial Soul, he certainly gave off a completely different impression, but the Soul Power he had expended fighting him earlier would not change!
"Hmph! Boy, what good will all these tricks do you? What can you accomplish with the Soul Power you have left?" Zhao Wuji said.
"You'll find out what I can do very soon, Teacher Zhao!" As Qi Ling spoke, his figure suddenly vanished like a ghost, then charged toward Zhao Wuji at tremendous speed.