Chapter 342 Wu Xuan vs. Wang Qiu'er.
Wang Qiu'er didn't look at Dai Huabin outside the arena anymore. She raised her right fist, covered in golden dragon scales, turned around, and slammed it hard at Qian Guming, who was swinging his staff from behind.
"Bang!" A muffled sound rang out, and both of them staggered back several steps. Clearly, Qian Guming had gained the upper hand with this sneak attack.
"Is this your martial soul? It really isn't that Haotian Hammer!" Qian Guming's expression was heavy, and his right hand, gripping the Panlong Staff, unconsciously increased its strength.
Wang Qiu'er didn't speak. She leaped up, reaching out to grab the golden dragon spear that had been knocked away earlier. A flash of golden light appeared, and a golden beam pierced the air, the golden dragon spear landing steadily in her hand.
Surrounded by golden light, Wang Qiu'er descended from the sky and slashed at Qian Guming on the ground.
In the rush, Qian Guming had no other chance to react. With the blessing of the Evil-Slaying Dragon Soul, he raised his Panlong Staff, blocking Wang Qiu'er's downward slash.
"Boom—"
In an instant, Qian Guming felt as if he had been struck by a mountain. He had been quite confident in his strength, after all, as fellow Soul Emperors, how much weaker could he be? However, in this contest of strength, he realized how laughable his confidence was; the difference in strength between him and Wang Qiu'er was simply too great.
Everyone watching clearly saw Qian Guming's feet sink down, his entire body sinking to his knees into the ground. The flames burning around the Panlong Staff were almost extinguished.
Qian Guming felt as if his arms no longer belonged to him. Wang Qiu'er, using the rebound force of the attack, flipped over and landed on the ground. She turned halfway, and with a flick of her spear, the foot-long golden dragon spear's spear light pointed directly at Qian Guming's throat.
As for defending? Qian Guming felt pain all over his body, and his arms were completely numb; it was clear that his arms had been dislocated by the sudden, heavy blow.
The chilling spear light stopped an inch from Qian Guming's throat. Qian Guming's eyes were wide open; he felt as if a force within the blinding spear light was constantly sucking at his soul. This feeling of being so close to death was anything but pleasant.
"Do you submit?" Wang Qiu'er's voice remained calm, yet carried a chilling undertone.
"I submit, I submit!" Qian Guming hurriedly begged for mercy. At this moment, he no longer cared about the so-called vice-captain; he only wanted to get far away from this female fiend.
"Alright, this sparring match is over. Wang Qiu'er wins."
Yan Shaozhe's voice came at the opportune moment. On the other side, Nanmen Yun'er spread her wings and flew out at top speed.
Seeing Qian Guming's grimacing face, Wang Qiu'er planted her golden dragon spear in the ground, stepped forward, and patted Qian Guming's shoulders, causing his arms to lower.
Wang Qiu'er caught his arms and pushed them upwards; with two "crack" sounds, the dislocated joints were immediately put back in place. Although a sharp pain made Qian Guming sweat, he was finally alive again.
"Thank you," Qian Guming nodded slightly. In the previous sparring match, Wang Qiu'er hadn't even used her soul skills, yet she had completely defeated him and Dai Huabin. She had already gone easy on them. If he didn't know what was good for him now, he would be hopeless.
"Xiaoming, are you alright?" Nanmen Yun'er asked with concern, supporting Qian Guming's arm.
Qian Guming grinned, "I'm fine, just a dislocated shoulder, no big deal. Wang Qiu'er has already put it back in. We didn't lose unjustly."
Just as Wang Qiu'er defeated Qian Guming, the expressions on Huo Yuhao and the other six people's faces became incredibly varied. This girl was too strong, comparable to that freak Wu Xuan.
At this moment, Wang Dong'er was in a daze, lost in thought.
On the other side of the new team, the most shocked was Dai Huabin.
As Wang Qiu'er forcefully swung her spear across the Panlong Staff, pinning Qian Guming to the ground, Dai Huabin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard. He couldn't bear to think what would have happened if he had faced that spear.
Two months in bed would have been the least of his worries.
Wang Qiu'er watched the two departing figures without a word, then pulled the Golden Dragon Spear from the ground, her gaze involuntarily turning to Wu Xuan, who was talking to Xiao Xiao.
Seeing this, an uncontrollable rage surged in Wang Qiu'er's pink-blue eyes.
"Wu Xuan, I challenge you!" Wang Qiu'er slowly raised the Golden Dragon Spear, her eyes filled with indignation.
"Huh?" Hearing this, everyone present had different thoughts, but all widened their eyes in surprise.
Even Yan Shaozhe was somewhat stunned by Wang Qiu'er's sudden challenge to Wu Xuan. In the distance, Elder Mu, Elder Xuan, and Cai Meier exchanged glances. This match between Wu Xuan and Wang Qiu'er was going to be interesting.
Wu Xuan looked up, and their gazes met in mid-air. Unlike Wu Xuan's calm demeanor, Wang Qiu'er's pink-blue eyes held a hint of annoyance.
"I accept your challenge!" Wu Xuan said, stepping forward and standing on the other side of the arena.
Looking at the two, Yan Shaozhe smiled slightly and said, "Ahem, let me repeat, this is just a friendly spar. Remember to stop when you've made your point. Begin."
His words had barely faded when Wang Qiu'er moved, almost exactly as before. She stomped her left foot heavily on the ground, leaving a deep crater, and then shot towards Wu Xuan.
"Second Soul Skill, Light Wind!" The black second ring had barely flashed when Wu Xuan's figure, which had been standing still, transformed into a twisting ripple.
Upon seeing this, Wang Qiu'er abruptly stopped in her tracks. Her pinkish-blue eyes were instantly covered in gold, and her pupils suddenly became two thin lines—the vertical pupils of a dragon!
Her three soul rings, yellow and purple, suddenly shone brightly. The next moment, intense golden light rapidly converged towards Wang Qiu'er's right hand, and when her palm was raised, it was as dazzling as golden crystal.
Wu Xuan understood immediately; with the help of her dragon eyes, Wang Qiu'er had locked onto his position. If he attacked, he wouldn't be able to evade her lock.
"Want a head-on collision? Then come on!" Wu Xuan's eyes sharpened, and the instant he appeared before Wang Qiu'er, his left arm instantly turned into a transparent crystal color. Then, countless dazzling diamond particles covered his palm.
"The left arm bone of the 400,000-year-old Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion—Mystic Crystal Claw!" This time, Wu Xuan didn't unleash the crushing power of the Mystic Crystal Claw, but merely borrowed its hardness.
In other words, unless it was a life-or-death battle, Wu Xuan wouldn't use that crushing power.
If unleashed, the full power of a 400,000-year-old ferocious beast soul bone could turn even a Soul Douluo into a bloody mist with a single punch if he were to get close.
Wu Xuan's punch, transformed into something like transparent crystal, collided with Wang Qiu'er's punch, which resembled golden crystal. The instant their fists met, a deep, muffled thud erupted in the air.
Centered on their bodies, the gray-gold stone floor cracked layer by layer. Under the sweeping force of the violent soul power, the exposed ordinary rock was ripped open, creating a crater several meters in diameter.
In that instant, everyone seemed to see a golden dragon and a scorpion sculpted from jade green behind the two.
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