When Jiang Qingtong made her gesture, Jiang Nannan understood immediately. She relaxed her psychic defenses, and in an instant, the detailed mental layout of the entire Soul Arena projected into her mind. Every single person: their status, positions, even their body language—she saw it all.
"How amazing!" Nannan gasped—this was her first time experiencing such a Spiritual Eye psychic-share.
Qingtong flashed her a thumbs-up and said, "Go for it!"
Nannan returned the gesture with a smile. With Qingtong's psychic insight supporting her, she had a one-way vision through the battlefield. She could see every single move in exquisite detail.
Whether it was groups or solo fighters, any attempt to sneak attack Nannan or corral her was utterly futile.
On the sidelines, Qingtong retrieved several chairs from her storage soul-conductor, offering them to Wang Dong and Xiao Hongchen. "Have a seat and enjoy the show."
Awed by their fearsome reputations, no one dared attack them. Meanwhile, the trio lounged peacefully, eating melon seeds.
"If only we had snacks," Wang Dong muttered. "We could be munching and sipping while watching the show."
Xiao Hongchen replied, "We'd need to get some first…"
Qingtong only smiled and pulled out melon seeds and drinks from her storage device.
"There really are?!" Wang Dong and Xiao Hongchen exclaimed in unison.
"Of course—I'm me!" Qingtong grinned. "My storage's full of stuff. Nothing ever spoils in there. Here, try!"
Meanwhile, above on the dais, Xuan Zi watched the spectacle in silence. Seeing Nannan dominating the fight while the trio lounged and snacked disturbed him. Wang Yan frowned and said, "Elder Xuan, should we…?"
Xuan Zi waved his hand dismissively. "Relax. With a talent like hers, she'd get chosen even if she just went back to the dorm and slept. And Wang Dong and Xiao Hongchen? Thanks to her, they'll make it too."
Fairness? This trial didn't matter if Elder Xuan didn't choose to enforce it. Inside the academy, the Sea Spirit Pavilion's decisions overrode everything.
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On the battlefield, after Beibei swiftly knocked two attackers out of the arena, fighters formed alliances targeting Xu Sanshi and Nannan.
But with Qingtong's psychic link, Nannan moved with precision. After fending off several attackers, she called out over the noise:
"If you insist on targeting us, your final ranking probably won't look good. You'd be better off watching your own backs—those are your real scores."
Her words cracked the group's alliance. After over a dozen were knocked out, the reminder hit home: fewer enemies now meant less chance. Better to preserve rank.
With her reputation intact, Nannan's single phrase dissolved their coalition, turning them against one another.
Beibei now stood aside watching, leaving Xu Sanshi and Nannan isolated in the arena.
"Na—Nannan…" Xu Sanshi called weakly.
Nannan's eyes hardened. "Don't call me that again, Sanshi! Do you know how creepy that sounds?"
"It's my tr—" Xu Sanshi started, but Nannan had already launched as fast as a bullet. Qingtong's psychic aid locked on Sanshi's movements in real time, giving Nannan forewarning of every attack.
From the spectators' perspective, Sanshi's strikes couldn't touch her; Nannan countered with pinpoint precision.
His passive defense—using his spirit turtle's shell and first spirit skill—did little to stop her relentless assault.
In the arena, a bizarre scene played out: Rabbit sister beating Turtle grandson.
Shell protecting Sanshi—but each successive blow cracked it more.
"Stop pushing me…" Sanshi begged as the barrage continued.
But Nannan only intensified her onslaught. Other spectators, watching her brutal beatdown, cringed at every thunderous "BANG" echoing across the battlefield.
Her pent-up frustration was palpable.
Most didn't understand the full backstory—they just saw Sanshi's infatuation and Nannan's icy rejection. Still, the severity stunned them. His shell was nearly shattered.
Beibei watched in silence. Sanshi had once been his good friend—but Beibei knew what happened between Sanshi and Nannan, and couldn't speak.
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Finally, Sanshi made a counterattack. Dark mist enveloped him as he roared, "Xuanming Tremor!"
But Qingtong frowned. A powerful soul blast struck Sanshi in the head mid-attack. His power dissipated; he froze in place.
With Qingtong's soul strength disrupting his technique, Sanshi staggered, nose bleeding, head snapping backward.
Nannan followed with a whip kick that shattered Sanshi's Xuanming Shield and sent him staggering to the arena's edge.
He tried to rise—dizzy, he collapsed again.
The battle ended. Qingtong, Wang Dong, and Xiao Hongchen finished their snacks, stood up, and clapped as they made their way toward Nannan.