"Begin!"
The referee's voice rang out across Arena One.
"Om—"
In a flash, the Seven Killing Sword appeared in Chen Junting's hand. The clear blue blade shimmered, and the three five-pointed stars along its length — one yellow, two purple — pulsed with power.
Qin Lan activated his martial soul. Gao Ming's Ruyi Disk lit up, its two yellow soul rings rotating. Streams of light split in four directions, fusing into both Chen Junting and Qin Lan — boosting their strength in an instant.
The moment his sword emerged, Chen Junting attacked.
A vertical arc of sword energy tore through the air, slicing toward the center line between Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu. At the same time, Qin Lan darted to the flank — not striking directly, but circling, watching for an opening.
On the other side—
"White Tiger Possession!"
A burst of pale gold light exploded from Dai Huabin. Bones cracked. Muscles surged. White fur grew across his arms, and razor-sharp claws extended from his fingers. A tiger's roar echoed as the symbol for "King" blazed between his brows.
Zhu Lu's eyes shifted — one dark green, one icy blue. Her cat-like ears twitched. Long claws emerged from her slender hands, and the fiery energy she once directed toward Dai Huabin transformed into cold, killing intent.
"Roar!"
Dai Huabin didn't wait to fuse with Zhu Lu. He charged straight at the incoming sword energy, intent on crushing it barehanded — determined to assert his dominance, here and now.
With a shout, he activated his first soul skill. A ring of white light formed before him, condensing into a shield. He swiped forward with his claws—
Boom—!
The sword energy shattered.
Cui Yajie moved next, her steps light and graceful. Her charming fox martial soul shimmered as a tail unfurled behind her. The moment she locked eyes with Chen Junting, she smiled faintly — and activated her first soul skill:
Charm.
But—
Before a sound could leave her lips, blood poured from her mouth and nose. Her eyes widened, disoriented. Her spiritual attack had been instantly repelled.
Mental backlash.
She had no way of knowing that Chen Junting's spirit power — bolstered by Electrolux's advanced meditation techniques — was in a different league entirely. A simple charm technique couldn't even scratch his mental defenses.
And now…
He moved.
The Seven Killing Sword swept forward — straight for Cui Yajie's forehead.
In a flash, Zhu Lu intercepted, claws gleaming. Her figure blurred as she launched a full-speed counter.
But she never reached them.
Qin Lan exploded from the side.
"Second soul skill — Empty Bright Hundred Claws!"
Dozens of claw shadows carved the air, weaving a shimmering net of blades. Zhu Lu's path was shredded. Blood slashed across her limbs — she barely managed to escape a clean hit.
Cui Yajie, dazed but desperate, flared her second soul ring. Twin fox tails lashed behind her, releasing a storm of pink tail needles toward Chen Junting.
"Useless."
Chen Junting's second star lit up.
The Seven Killing Sword hummed, wrapped in a swirling aura of murderous intent. Sword light twisted into a net, slicing through the fox tail needles like paper — and continued toward Cui Yajie.
"Not good!"
Cui Yajie's face turned ghost-white.
Before the net could strike, the referee stepped in, shielding her and removing her from the field.
Eliminated.
—
But the match continued.
Dai Huabin, who'd aimed to use the chaos to land a direct hit, roared.
"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"
His second soul ring ignited.
A sphere of white energy built in his mouth, and he unleashed a searing blast at Chen Junting.
But Junting didn't dodge.
He raised his left hand—
Shua—
A dark golden claw blade extended from his palm.
In the blink of an eye, it slashed forward — no sword, just raw cutting force.
The fierce light wave shattered.
And the golden sword light kept going.
It tore through the arena like a tempest, the ground erupting behind it — leaving a long, jagged trench in its wake.
—
Up on the platform—
"An external soul bone?"
Wang Yan's voice dropped. His eyes widened with recognition.
That claw wasn't just decoration.
It was the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's signature — a legendary external soul bone known for its unrivaled sharpness.
Even Elder Xuan, mid-bite into his chicken leg, froze.
"Now the Dai boy's in trouble," Elder Xuan muttered. Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo, who rarely agreed on anything, exchanged looks and nodded.
Everyone knew:
Dai Huabin's team had power.
But this shifted the balance.
—
Back in the arena—
"Impossible!"
Dai Huabin's expression twisted. Sensing the threat, he activated his third soul skill:
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His body ballooned again — muscles expanding, veins bulging, fur bristling. His skin darkened with gold sheen, and his claws lengthened into silver blades.
With a roar, he stomped the ground and launched himself forward — straight at the dark golden sword light.
He swung with all his might.
Pfft—
It was over instantly.
The sword light carved through his defenses like water through silk. The shield of his Vajra Transformation crumpled. His armor shattered.
A deep gash tore across his chest — blood sprayed into the air.
His roar turned into a grunt of pain as he slammed into the ground, coughing blood.
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(End of Chapter)
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