Whether Zhao Lei believes it or not, Zhu Zhuqing's speed is far faster than his, that is an indisputable fact.
This meant that Zhao Lei's prized Blood Handprint was completely useless, as he couldn't even grab Zhu Zhuqing's clothes.
"Damn it, I don't believe it! Blood Handprint!" Zhao Lei resentfully used the Blood Handprint on Zhu Zhuqing, but unsurprisingly, she dodged it.
After easily dodging Zhao Lei's attack, Zhu Zhuqing casually swung her claw, striking Zhao Lei squarely in the chest and knocking him back several steps.
Zhao Lei clutched his chest and looked down to see blood seeping from the wound. This was the first time he had been injured in his fight with Zhu Zhuqing.
"Damn it! Blood Handprint!" Fueled by his pain, Zhao Lei launched an even more frenzied attack on Zhu Zhuqing.
This time, however, Zhu Zhuqing did not dodge as before. Instead, she extended her palm, in which Soul Power was faintly gathering and emitting a blue light.
Zhao Lei was secretly pleased to see that Zhu Zhuqing had actually abandoned her speed advantage and chosen to confront him head-on.
He had been at a disadvantage because he couldn't hit Zhu Zhuqing, and now that she had actually come to him, he was going to seize the opportunity to teach her a lesson!
After all, his Blood Handprint, so far, has been so powerful that no one except Qi Ling has been able to withstand it.
Zhu Zhuqing will surely be severely injured by his palm strike, just like before, thus allowing him to achieve victory.
Zhao Lei's idea was wonderful, but unfortunately, things didn't go as he hoped.
The moment Zhao Lei's hand touched Zhu Zhuqing's, he sensed something was wrong. There was an extremely domineering cold aura swirling around Zhu Zhuqing's palm, which would hurt anyone who touched it.
This strange chill was naturally the power of the " Mysterious Nether Divine Palm " that Zhu Zhuqing had mastered!
It is not simply cold, but a power created by Soul Power that causes people to feel cold while harming them.
Just like Zhao Lei's Blood Handprint, after it hits you, it feels like it's on fire, but in reality, his Blood Handprint itself has no temperature at all!
Zhu Zhuqing's Mysterious Nether Divine Palm was the same; it did not actually lower the temperature by one degree.
Their palms struck each other, and Zhao Lei was surprised to find that their Soul Power seemed to have canceled each other out! Neither of them had caused any damage to the other, and his Blood Handprint had failed once again!
After retreating, Zhu Zhuqing looked at her palm and fell into deep thought!
The fact that he was able to neutralize Zhao Lei's attack undoubtedly proves that the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm is indeed extremely powerful. He has only mastered one or two tenths of it, yet he is already comparable to Zhao Lei's Blood Handprint.
But for Zhao Lei, this was undoubtedly a huge blow. If Zhu Zhuqing's speed catching up with his was just an accident, then her ability to resist the power of the Blood Handprint was a crushing blow to his confidence.
"This is impossible! How could you possibly block my Blood Handprint!" This was the umpteenth time Zhao Lei had said "impossible." It seemed that ever since the battle with Zhu Zhuqing began, the thing he did most was to be constantly shocked.
However, Zhu Zhuqing clearly did not want to talk to Zhao Lei much. This man had almost killed her before, and a large part of her motivation for the past three months of hard training was to defeat him.
"Hmph! Don't think I'll be afraid of you just because of this. Come on, if you've got the guts, let's see who's stronger!" Zhao Lei said, as his Blood Handprint flew out and struck straight at Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing maintained her rapid movement and struck out with her palm at Zhao Lei. But just when Zhao Lei thought that Zhu Zhuqing would clash with him in palm strike as before, her body suddenly drew a strange arc, narrowly dodging his attack.
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Zhuqing's palm struck Zhao Lei squarely in the ribs, the very spot where he had attacked her earlier.
"Ugh..." Zhao Lei cried out in pain, clutching his ribs as he felt Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power invading his body, as if it were about to freeze.
Zhu Zhuqing naturally knew that if it came down to a contest of Soul Power, she would definitely be no match for Zhao Lei, since her Soul Power was one level lower than his.
If she continues to fight him head-on, she will be playing right into Zhao Lei's hands, and she will definitely lose in the end. In doing so, Zhu Zhuqing will be giving up her greatest advantage – speed!
Therefore, after confirming the power of the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm, Zhu Zhuqing had already decided on the direction of the battle: to dodge Zhao Lei's attack and deliver Fatal Strike.
Feeling the injuries spreading through his body, Zhao Lei, though unwilling to admit defeat, could only slowly collapse.
" Zhao Lei is incapacitated!" the referee announced. " Zhu Zhuqing is the winner of this match!"
The audience erupted in cheers upon seeing this, applauding Zhu Zhuqing's formidable strength.
Many male viewers boldly expressed their love for Zhu Zhuqing; after all, who wouldn't love such a beautiful and powerful woman?
Zhu Zhuqing, however, showed no joy whatsoever. She walked straight down from the arena and went to Qi Ling's side. " Qi Ling, thank you!"
Qi Ling naturally understood what Zhu Zhuqing meant: Zhu Zhuqing had waited three months for this victory, and without Qi Ling, she would never have been able to beat Zhao Lei.
Qi Ling readily accepted Zhu Zhuqing's gratitude, jokingly saying, "Just empty words? How disappointing!"
Zhu Zhuqing blushed, a rare occurrence for her. She actually stood on tiptoe and kissed Qi Ling on the cheek, then quickly turned her head away as if nothing had happened.
However, the audience members couldn't simply pretend they hadn't seen anything. Immediately, some audience members started shouting angrily, seemingly determined to teach Qi Ling a lesson.
Qi Ling smiled slightly. If she backed down at this moment, she wouldn't even deserve to be called a man!
He stepped forward, Divine Dragon Emperor instantly possessed him, opening his mouth to let out a melodious and magnificent dragon roar that soared into the sky and resounded throughout the entire Great Soul Arena.
All the shouts vanished without a trace at Qi Ling's domineering roar! People were like sheep before a lion, trembling inwardly and not daring to meet his gaze.
Qi Ling glanced around at everyone present and said with a smile, "Anyone who disagrees, I'm ready to serve!"
Naturally, no one dared to stand up and say a word. The audience wasn't stupid either; they'd just chime in when things were heckling, but to actually stand up and be the first to speak up was just asking for trouble.
Besides, this Qi Ling doesn't look like someone to be trifled with; she might be a powerful Soul Master. I'm just a bystander; it's not my place to show off.
And looking at it this way, he and Zhu Zhuqing are truly a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young, and talented men are matched with beautiful women!