Shui Liuli paused for a moment after hearing this.
That's way too confident!
That could even be described as arrogant!
Shui Bing'er and the others also looked incredulous.
While I acknowledge your high talent, this is the Continental Elite Soul Master Competition, not child's play!
But the next moment.
A scene that shocked them to their core unfolded on the ring.
There, on the side of Purple Star Academy, were the seven girls who had been standing.
Apart from the woman with long, wavy blue-pink hair and a hot figure, she was still standing there.
The other six people, including Dugu Yan who had performed brilliantly in the previous round, only briefly appeared on stage.
The instant the referee announced "The game begins".
All six of them turned around in unison and jumped off the stage without hesitation!
Everyone was stunned.
What kind of operation is this?
Wang Qiu'er was left all alone, standing in the center of the arena, facing the seven members of Thunder Academy who were filled with murderous intent and whose bodies were crackling with electricity.
Wang Qiu'er stood on the stage and stretched her hands.
"Click click click".
A crisp cracking sound rang out clearly.
She didn't even look at her opponent; instead, she subconsciously turned to look at the spectator stands, wanting to see if Dongfang Jing was watching her properly.
When she saw it, she was so angry she almost lost her temper.
Dongfang Jingren has vanished without a trace!
Fortunately, Brigitte was sitting there.
Seeing Wang Qiu'er looking over, Bi Ji smiled helplessly and pointed in a direction.
Wang Qiu'er followed the finger and immediately saw Dongfang Jing standing in the next private room, chatting and laughing with a group of unfamiliar, beautiful girls.
"Crack!"
This cracking sound was several times louder than the previous one.
While in the private room, Dongfang Jing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
All right,
Thunder Academy is doomed.
When I get back, Qiu'er will probably give me a piece of her mind...
Meanwhile, the seven students from Thunder Academy on the opposite side were furious at what they saw.
What's this?
humiliation!
A blatant humiliation!
Only one person is left to fight us? Do you think we're made of clay?
Yu Tianxin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He gritted his teeth and roared, "You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance! Brothers, activate your martial spirits! Give them a good beating!"
"yes!"
The seven students from Thunder Academy roared, unleashing their full soul power. Their various soul rings shone brightly, accompanied by thunderous roars.
Wang Qiu'er snorted coldly, finally turned around, and looked straight ahead.
Right now, she only has one thought in her mind:
Quickly deal with these seven troublesome guys, then go back and give that womanizing Ah Jing a good talking-to!
Thinking of this.
Wang Qiu'er stomped her foot hard on the ground!
"boom!"
The hard surface of the Soul Fighting Arena cracked like a spider web, centered on her feet!
Immediately afterwards.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
Seven spirit rings rose one after another from beneath her feet, hovering around her body.
Each spirit ring exudes a terrifying, suffocating aura.
"roar--!"
A deafening dragon roar echoed throughout the entire Great Soul Arena!
A golden dragon phantom, even larger, more powerful, and more sacred than Yu Tianxin's Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Martial Soul, emerged from behind her!
Those golden scales, that majestic dragon head, that domineering aura...
In front of this golden dragon, Yu Tianxin's Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex was like a small lizard that had not yet grown up, trembling in fear, and even the electric arcs on its body had dimmed considerably.
"Oh my god!"
"Seven...seven rings?!"
"A Soul Saint?!"
The audience erupted in chaos.
Countless people covered their mouths in horror, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
How is this possible?!
A girl who looks to be under twenty years old is actually a Soul Saint?!
Has the world gone mad?!
In the VIP section.
"Clang!"
The teacup in Emperor Xueye's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He suddenly stood up, braced his hands on the railing, and stared intently at Wang Qiu'er on the stage, his beard trembling.
"What... what kind of martial spirit is this? Why have I never seen one before?"
"A seven-ring Soul Saint... How is this possible? At such a young age, how could this be?!"
The platinum bishop Salas standing next to him was also horrified, and could no longer maintain his inscrutable demeanor.
The two old men were both shocked, feeling that their worldview had been shaken.
Only Ning Fengzhi and the Bone Douluo Gu Rong who was protecting him appeared extremely calm.
"Sect Leader Ning, this..."
Emperor Xueye and Salas turned to look at Ning Fengzhi at the same time, their eyes filled with questioning.
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and said calmly, "Your Majesty, Bishop Salas, please rest assured. I can guarantee with the reputation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that all the participants from Purple Star Academy are under twenty years old and have not violated the competition rules."
Upon hearing this, both of their faces twitched.
rest assured?
Now we can't relax at all!
With the Soul Saint appearing, is there any suspense left in deciding the outcome?
While everyone was still in shock, the match on stage had turned into a one-sided beating.
Even though Yu Tianxin used her fourth soul skill and entered dragon form, attacking desperately.
The other six also used their strongest moves, with lightning flying everywhere.
But in the face of absolute power, all the fancy tricks are just decorations.
As the saying goes, one force can overcome all methods.
Wang Qiu'er possesses ultimate power and is a golden dragon, the ancestor of the dragon race!
If the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex dares to roar, Wang Qiu'er will beat it into a pig's head!
"Bang!"
"Smack!"
"ah--!"
Screams echoed throughout the room.
Wang Qiu'er didn't need to activate her Martial Soul True Body or use any Soul Skills. With just her fists, she hammered all seven students from Thunder Academy into the ground.
In just one minute.
The battle is over.
Wang Qiu'er dusted off her hands, tossed her long, wavy blue-pink hair, and turned to walk step by step down from the arena.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The crisp sound of high heels echoed in the deathly silent arena.
Behind her lay the seven members of Thunder Academy, covered in bruises and swelling, unable to get up, unrecognizable even to their own mothers.
Yu Tianxin struggled to lift her swollen eyelids, staring at the beautiful and dashing figure before her, and shouted in disbelief:
"This is impossible! Cough cough... I possess the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Martial Soul... What's your name? What exactly is your Martial Soul?!"
He was unwilling to accept it!
The fear and suppression emanating from the depths of his bloodline made him realize that the opponent's martial soul was infinitely more noble than his Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex!
However.
Wang Qiu'er didn't even turn her head; her indifferent voice drifted over, filled with disdain:
"The weak are not worthy to know my name."
After saying that, she gestured with her eyes to the female referee who was flying in the air and had already stared in disbelief.
The female referee snapped out of her daze, swallowed hard, and announced in a trembling voice:
"Purple...Purple Star Academy versus Thunder Academy, Purple Star Academy wins!"
"boom--!"
The audience's cheers then rang out.
Although shocked, there was even more admiration for the strong!
The spectator stands of Tianshui College.
Shui Liuli looked somewhat embarrassed, turned to look at Dongfang Jing beside her, and twitched her lips: "Um... you just said that you would go easy on our academy, is that true?"
Dongfang Jing smiled helplessly; his Qiu'er was indeed a bit too much in this era.
"Don't worry, Qiu'er is very gentle with girls."
"That's settled then, I'll be going now."
However, at that moment, an extremely untimely voice, amplified by the soul guide device, resounded throughout the entire Soul Arena.
"I protest!"
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