Chapter 386 A Pyrrhic Victory
Just as the thick fog was about to touch Wang Qiu'er, her pinkish-blue eyes began to sparkle with light. As her eyes closed, a faint golden halo even emanated from the corners of her eyes.
"Roar~!" A loud dragon's roar that shook the entire arena erupted from Wang Qiu'er's mouth.
The next instant, almost liquid golden light emanated from Wang Qiu'er's body, and her long, wavy, pinkish-blue hair began to change dramatically from the roots, turning golden and crimson, like burning golden flames.
Completely powerless to resist, the illusory light and shadow above Wang Qiu'er's head shattered under the impact of the intense golden light.
"What is this?" Wu Yu was forced to retreat by the golden light until she was sixty meters away before she regained her footing. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at Wang Qiu'er with an eerie light, and then stopped attacking.
As the brilliant golden light slowly receded, a layer of fine golden dragon scales quickly covered Wang Qiu'er's entire body, except for her face. She looked majestic, as if she were wearing golden armor.
As Wang Qiu'er's eyes suddenly opened, her pupils suddenly turned into two thin lines—vertical pupils!
Despite the bloodshot eyes, Wu Yu showed no fear whatsoever due to Wang Qiu'er's transformation. She suddenly raised her hands upwards, and then her second, third, and fifth spirit rings lit up simultaneously.
A strange black aura instantly spread outward from her body, and countless curses that had previously appeared above Wang Qiu'er's head suddenly scattered, surging out in all directions. Soon, they covered nearly half of the sky above the arena.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Burst!"
As the fourth ring lit up, the golden dragon spear, which was stuck not far away, transformed into a streak of light and flew back instantly. Centered on Wang Qiu'er's body, an incomparably powerful golden light burst outwards in an instant. Moreover, it was a series of massive explosions.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Three deafening roars echoed as three layers of golden light unleashed towering waves. A terrifying explosive force rapidly expanded outwards and erupted. The lingering curses drifting in all directions were instantly shattered into wisps of mist by the burst of golden light. Even Wu Yu's wide black robe was torn to shreds by the successive impacts, revealing her pale arms and legs.
Immediately afterwards, the first, second, and third soul rings lit up around Wang Qiu'er's body. As she slightly raised her right fist, a giant dragon, as if cast in gold, took shape around her.
Step forward, throw a punch!
With a deep dragon roar, the golden dragon suddenly pounced on Wu Yu.
"Ah—" With a scream, accompanied by the lighting of the third soul ring, Wu Yu's entire body, which was confronting the golden dragon head, suddenly disintegrated, dissipating like a ghost, turning into countless black light and shadows that scattered in all directions, each light and shadow looking exactly like her previous original form.
The golden dragon head crashed into the soul-guiding shield with a deafening roar, and a tiny crack appeared in the shield.
The next instant, accompanied by a piercing scream, all the black light and shadow merged again, and Wu Yu reappeared in the previous position, a trace of dark red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, her blood-red eyes filled with disbelief.
This is Wu Yu's third soul skill, Vengeful Spirit Possession. It allows her to instantly transform into a vengeful spirit, rendering her immune to all physical attacks. However, this effect only lasts for one second. It's a life-saving skill, but after its activation, she herself becomes unable to attack.
"Die! Sixth Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Terror Claw!"
As Wang Qiu'er leaped into the air, the sixth black ring arranged on the outermost edge of her body suddenly shone brightly. Dark golden light emanated from Wang Qiu'er's right hand, and rhomboid golden dragon scales instantly covered her entire left palm and left arm. As she raised her right hand, the almost tangible golden dragon behind Wang Qiu'er simultaneously raised its claws.
"Swoosh!" Five dark gold blades, each thirty meters long, descended from the sky.
In that instant, the intense danger triggered Wu Yu's instinctive reaction. She abruptly raised her hands, her seventh spirit ring blazing brightly, and the massive Soul of Revenge behind her floated forward, completely merging with her body. Seventh Spirit Skill, True Spirit Body.
"Ah—" As the eighth ring lit up, a sharp shriek instantly rang out from Wu Yu's mouth. In the ear-piercing shriek, one could see that distorted ripples spread out from her center. Behind her, a ball of silvery-white light flickered, seemingly containing endless grooves.
Unlike her sixth soul skill, which attacks with mental resentment, Wu Yu's eighth soul skill is a powerful soul skill that combines mental energy with sound waves. It is a truly continuous attack.
At this moment, Zheng Zhan, who was on the competition stage, had his face contorted by the fierce impact of the roar, and veins even bulged on his forehead.
After unleashing her final attack, the Golden Dragon Terror Claw, Wang Qiu'er's face paled instantly. She was immediately struck by the sonic wave and plummeted from the air. Landing on the ground, Wang Qiu'er gasped for breath, forced to revert to her state, which was equivalent to a second awakening of her Martial Soul. A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Golden Dragon Terror Claw was never a locked soul skill to begin with, and coupled with the original 30% weakened state, this time Golden Dragon Terror Claw was the weakest it had ever been.
Under the relentless onslaught of Wu Yu's eighth soul skill, Howl of Vengeance, the five blades lost their original momentum, and in the end, only one blade barely grazed the shoulder of Wu Yu's martial soul true form.
Although it was just a glancing blow, the terrifying destructive force directly knocked Wu Yu out of his Martial Soul True Body state. As Wu Yu crashed heavily to the ground from the air, mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth.
"Bang!" Upon seeing this, Zhong Liwu on the podium crushed the armrest of his chair. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Wang Qiu'er in the competition area, his gaze filled with hatred as if he wanted to tear her apart.
Both sides suffered heavy losses; how could a Soul Douluo not kill a Soul Emperor?
Standing at a distance, the Unbreakable Douluo shook his dizzy head vigorously, looked at the situation on the field, and said, "Given that both sides have simultaneously lost their fighting ability, I hereby declare!!"
"Shut up, I didn't lose!" Wang Qiu'er, leaning on her golden dragon spear, struggled to her feet on the competition stage. Her teeth were clenched so tightly she felt her mouth filled with the taste of blood. With a single step, Wang Qiu'er moved towards Wu Yu's direction!
On the other side, Wu Yu, who was coughing up blood, struggled several times but was unable to stand up. It has to be said that it is indeed worthy of the soul ring of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. Just one sharp blade was enough to make Wu Yu's martial soul unable to condense for a short time.
At this moment, Zhang Peng, the teacher in charge of the team, was furious. He knew Wang Qiu'er's purpose all too well; she was going to kill him.
"The Holy Spirit Sect concedes defeat in this round!" Zhang Peng said bitterly.
(End of chapter)