"Hmph! Don't be so smug. So what if your Soul Skill is strange and can defend against lightning?" Jin He said, seeing Qi Ling's confident demeanor and assuming that his Golden Sacred Dragon Armor could neutralize lightning.
"As Power Attack System Soul Master, can you keep up with my speed? My speed even surpasses that of Agility Attack System Soul Master!"
Lightning bestowed upon Jin He not only immense attack power but also lightning-fast speed. Coincidentally, Qi Ling also possessed this ability.
" Three Thousand Lightning Movement: Lightning Instant!"
Just as Jin He was showing off his speed, Qi Ling's figure suddenly disappeared from where she stood and then instantly appeared in front of Jin He.
Jin He was startled by Qi Ling's sudden appearance, tripped, and fell to the ground, stammering in disbelief, "You... how could you... how could you..."
"What's impossible about it? You don't actually think you're that fast, do you?" Qi Ling laughed. "In my eyes, you're as slow as a snail."
Qi Ling wasn't intentionally trying to anger Jin He, but because with his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils of Truth, he could see that Jin He's speed was indeed like it was in slow motion. If he wanted to, Jin He wouldn't even be able to hit him once.
Now, no matter how much Jin He urged his lightning power to increase his speed, Qi Ling was like his shadow, keeping a close distance of one step, and looking completely relaxed.
This was clearly an insult to him, a mockery of himself, but Jin He was helpless; he had already reached his maximum speed and could not accelerate any further.
The crowd below the stage only saw two blurry figures chasing each other on the arena, and couldn't help but marvel at their high level of strength, seemingly evenly matched.
But only Jin He in the midst of the battle, knew that the two were by no means evenly matched; he was being completely overwhelmed! Just who was this guy, and how could he possess such terrifying strength?
After Jin He stopped, panting heavily, Qi Ling stood in front of him and said without even taking a breath, "What's wrong? Tired again? Young man, you're not up to par. With that small frame, how did you become Gold Soul Fighting?"
Jin He was so angry he felt like vomiting blood. He came here to fight as Gold Soul Fighting, not to run a marathon. How could he not be tired after running for so long?
"Damn it, don't be so smug! If you've got the guts, come and hit me!" Jin He stood up and shouted, "I don't believe you can kill me!"
Qi Ling and the Shrek Academy students below the stage all wore expressions of disbelief, almost wondering if they had misheard. This Jin He actually wanted Qi Ling to hit him? Did he really have a death wish?
"My goodness, there are still true warriors in this world! Such courage is unprecedented and unlikely to be seen again!" Oscar exclaimed in admiration.
"Maybe Jin He is a masochist and has his eye on Boss Qi!" Ma Hongjun said lewdly. "After all, Boss Qi's looks are irresistible to both men and women!"
"What are you saying, you fatso!" Xiao Wu said unhappily. "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll teach you a lesson! Want to try my Eight-Stage Throw?"
"Ah? No, no, Sister Xiao Wu, I was wrong!" Ma Hongjun hurriedly begged for forgiveness.
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, analyzed seriously, "This Jin He is probably trying to use his Lightning Protective Barrier to injure Qi Ling."
"What? How could someone be so stupid?" Dai Mubai exclaimed in surprise. "His full-force attack couldn't even harm Qi Ling. What good would his counter-attack do?"
"That's not entirely true. After all, Qi Ling was in a fully defensive posture when he attacked," Yu Xiaogang continued. "And when someone attacks, they inevitably relax their defenses, and that's what Jin He was betting on."
"Then, will Qi Ling be in danger?" Ning Rongrong couldn't help but ask.
"If Jin He obtains another Soul Ring, he might still have a chance, after all, his Martial Soul is considered a top-grade Martial Soul," Yu Xiaogang said.
"But now... you'll soon be able to celebrate Qi Ling's first victory of the day."
Qi Ling was speechless upon hearing Jin He's request. Could it be that Jin He really had some kind of unusual fetish? She had never seen such a request before, one that actually involved beating someone.
"You really want me to hit you? You can't take that punch," Qi Ling said kindly to Jin He.
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. If you can withstand my attack, why can't I withstand yours?" Jin He said disbelievingly. "If you're not brave enough, then you might as well admit defeat!"
"Sigh, no, I mean, this punch of mine could very well..." Qi Ling looked at Jin He's smug expression and could only say helplessly, "Sigh, alright, alright, I'll only use half my strength."
Jin He didn't care what Qi Ling said; he was now focused on using his Lightning Protective Barrier to retaliate against Qi Ling and create an opportunity for himself.
"Stop hesitating and hurry up!" Jin He said, taking a horse stance, while lightning surged around him, maximizing his Lightning Protective Barrier.
"Alright then, get ready, here I come." Qi Ling said, slowly raising her right fist, " Tyrant Dragon Fist: Air Tremor!"
When Jin He saw the Soul Power on Qi Ling's body gradually gathering in his right fist, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and subconsciously asked, "Can I back out?"
"Too late!" Qi Ling said, throwing a punch. The surrounding air seemed to shatter, and immense pressure surged towards Jin He.
Qi Ling was well aware of Jin He's Lightning Protective Barrier; if she came into contact with it during an attack, she would be struck by lightning, causing paralysis.
If that's the case, then as long as I avoid contact with him, wouldn't that be fine?
Therefore, Qi Ling used " Tyrant Dragon Fist: Air Tremor" on Jin He, directly attacking him from a distance using vibration, without even touching him.
This move previously defeated all seven members of Shrek in a single strike. Even now that Qi Ling has restrained her power, Jin He still cannot withstand it.
When the Tyrant Dragon Fist is unleashed, those struck will either die or be severely injured!
As Jin He fell straight backward, staring blankly at the roof, the last thought that crossed his mind was, "What kind of monstrous monster is this? Is there really anyone who can defeat it?"
Jin He then lost consciousness and fell into a coma. At this moment, the referee announced Qi Ling's victory.
"In the 13th Soul Fighting Arena, Iron Soul Fighter Qi Ling battles against Gold Soul Fighting Jin He, with Qi Ling emerging victorious!"
The moment the result was announced, the audience erupted in astonishment. How could anyone not be surprised that a newcomer like Qi Ling had managed to defeat Jin He, a popular player in the Gold Soul Fighting Great Soul Arena, in one fell swoop?