Chapter 343 Scattered Soul Wind, a Powerful Assassin.
"Boom~!" After the full-force impact, both of them retreated several steps. However, Wu Xuan retreated further.
Clearly, even with the 40% physical enhancement from the Ice Emperor Soul Bone, Wu Xuan hadn't gained any advantage in a head-on clash with Wang Qiu'er.
Using the momentum, Wu Xuan leaned back and quickly distanced himself from Wang Qiu'er.
"Finger Wind Dragon!"
With a crisp clang, Wu Xuan swung his arm forward, and a turquoise breeze flew out from his fingertips.
With a high-pitched whistling sound, the turquoise breeze began to expand rapidly.
Instantly, the breeze expanded into a lifelike wind dragon more than ten meters long, howling towards Wang Qiu'er.
Facing the howling wind, Wang Qiu'er's slightly lowered head suddenly jerked up, and her long, wavy, pinkish-blue hair moved without wind, actually spreading out behind her.
Then, a strange scene appeared: starting from the roots, Wang Qiu'er's long hair began to change color at an astonishing speed. It was as if a layer of golden liquid flowed from the roots of her hair, spreading all the way to the tips.
A brilliant golden light burst forth from her body in an instant, and a layer of fine golden dragon scales quickly covered her entire body except for her face. The brilliant golden light illuminated half of the arena.
Looking at the oncoming wind dragon, Wang Qiu'er snorted coldly. Her shapely, explosively powerful leg shot high into the air, and just as the wind dragon was about to collide with her, her raised leg slammed down. In that instant, Wang Qiu'er's crimson-gold hair fluttered in the wind, making her look like a female war goddess.
"Boom!" Wang Qiu'er's downward kick landed precisely on the wind dragon's head. In the next instant, the invincible wind dragon was crushed by Wang Qiu'er's powerful whip kick.
Wu Xuan was slightly taken aback. He had never seen a wind dragon directly defeat his attack before.
With a single, decisive strike, Wang Qiu'er let out a long roar to the sky. Amidst a resounding dragon's cry, a golden dragon phantom appeared out of thin air, and her entire being ignited like a small sun. The next moment, Wang Qiu'er's figure shot out with astonishment. This was her second soul skill, the Power of the Dragon!
Wu Xuan shook his hand! His fifth and third soul rings lit up in succession.
Yan Shaozhe and the other elders were all too familiar with Wu Xuan's opening move. In their haste, Yan Shaozhe only managed to open three layers of the soul guidance shield in the entire training ground.
Of course, in Wang Qiu'er's eyes, who knew very little about Wu Xuan, she only felt that the weightless wind around her suddenly became viscous, slowing her down.
The next moment, before Wang Qiu'er's eyes, a large expanse of emerald green wind transformed into countless jade-colored crystals in the blink of an eye.
"Merge Rings, Jade Purity Wind and Fire Ignite!" In the next instant, under Wu Xuan's mental control, countless jade crystals fell from the sky, heading straight for Wang Qiu'er.
Wang Qiu'er could clearly sense the impending danger. In the instant she stopped, her golden dragon spear slammed into the ground, and her fourth spirit ring shone brightly.
"Fourth Spirit Skill, Golden Dragon Explosion!"
The dragon's roar instantly intensified, and the golden light surrounding the golden dragon's aura instantly brightened, enveloping Wang Qiu'er. Centered on her body, an incomparably powerful layer of golden light exploded outwards in a series of massive explosions.
"Boom!" The violent, continuous explosions shattered the falling emerald crystals into fragments. Immediately afterward, a towering sea of fire ignited the entire training ground.
Although Wang Qiu'er felt uncomfortable being enveloped in the fire, it only lasted for a few seconds.
The fire and explosions subsided, and everyone saw that the area, nearly two hundred meters in diameter, looked as if it had been plowed through, with earth and rocks flying everywhere, completely unrecognizable as a training ground.
The solution to Wu Xuanyu's "Burning Wind and Fiery Wind" was simple: shatter all the crystals instantly, preventing them from forming a chain of explosions. This would break the continuity of the soul skill, turning it into a one-off burst without any follow-up power.
Defending such a burst was incredibly easy.
But achieving this level of skill was incredibly difficult. It was a level most people couldn't even dream of. Yet Wang Qiu'er did it.
A strange scene unfolded: the golden dragon spear in Wang Qiu'er's hand melted as if it were liquid, flowing into her palm and instantly spreading throughout her entire body. Wang Qiu'er's fifth soul ring also lit up.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Roar!"
"Roar—" A resounding dragon roar echoed throughout the arena. A massive golden dragon instantly appeared from her body. Wang Qiu'er touched the ground with her toes, charging forward against the roar, the golden dragon encircling her delicate body with an unstoppable momentum.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Sky-Splitting Wind!"
Wu Xuan murmured, spreading his palms forward. A violent hurricane suddenly erupted, and the next moment, Wu Xuan slowly clasped his hands together. Suddenly, a whirlwind-like vortex of hurricane energy flew towards the charging Wang Qiu'er.
"Hurricane Annihilation!" Wu Xuan shouted. The vortex, like a ferocious beast opening its blood-red maw, completely swallowed Wang Qiu'er's charging body.
But it wasn't over yet. Wu Xuan hooked his hand, and a jet-black hurricane, like a beam of light, instantly shone towards the vortex, disappearing into Wang Qiu'er's body. This was Wu Xuan's fourth Soul Skill, Soul-Scattered Wind.
At the moment of collision, the entire training ground presented a magnificent scene. Starting from the point of impact, large swaths of mixed emerald green and golden light scattered and flew, and powerful shockwaves plowed the training ground again and again. So much so that the soul-guiding shield around the training ground splashed out rings of intense light, making it impossible for the students to see the current situation.
The halo lasted for a full seven or eight seconds before slowly dissipating.
The first to appear was Wu Xuan, now only slightly disheveled and wearing clothes dusted with dirt.
Next, Wang Qiu'er appeared, her long hair now a vibrant pinkish-blue. She was using the Golden Dragon Spear to support herself, panting heavily, her golden aura noticeably weakened. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
To withstand Wu Xuan's Soul-Scattering Wind for seven or eight seconds amidst the hurricane's onslaught was a testament to her willpower, even earning Wu Xuan's admiration.
But admiration aside, why was he risking his life in this sparring match? Thinking this, Wu Xuan's teeth ached with anger.
"Dean Yan, the outcome is decided!" Wu Xuan's expression was indifferent, revealing nothing of his current mood.
Yan Shaozhe nodded slightly, and just as he was about to announce the result, a roar filled with rage and resentment suddenly rang out.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Wang Qiu'er roared, charging at Wu Xuan again with her Golden Dragon Spear.
Wu Xuan's expression suddenly turned cold. He showed no mercy just because Wang Qiu'er was a girl. He leaped into the air to meet her charge, simultaneously kicking the Golden Dragon Spear in her hand.
"Bang!" With a single kick, the Golden Dragon Spear was sent flying, embedding itself in the ground some distance away with a hum.
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