Qian Wu's gaze suddenly turned cold, his Soul Power surging out without reservation. Six spirit rings arranged neatly, and the Spirit Emperor's pressure bore down on Yuanen Yehui like a mountain.
At the same time, his Two-Word Battle Armor appeared and fitted him.
Yuanen Yehui's expression changed. Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, her hands rapidly waved in front of her, and a pale golden light illuminated from around her body.
That was the half-set of one-word battle armor she had barely crafted after spending all her assets.
The armor only covered her arms and chest, with rough, unpolished edges, appearing glaringly shabby compared to Qian Wu's shimmering Two-Word Battle Armor.
Yet, it was this half-set of battle armor that caused her Soul Power fluctuations to surge, barely allowing her to withstand Qian Wu's pressure.
Another burst of laughter erupted from the audience: "Hahaha! Without complete battle armor, is she even worthy of the top four?"
"Qian Wu can crush her with one finger!"
Yuanen Yehui's face burned.
No, what is going on?
Her progress was clearly very strong, alright? She was even the best in the Second Year.
First Year, let's not even mention the First Year.
Pure freaks.
Every time she saw those First Year guys, each with a complete set of battle armor, freely unleashing their Soul Power in the training grounds, she would get dizzy with envy.
She wished she could repeat a year.
"What if you're wearing a half-set of rags?" Qian Wu's voice was full of mockery, and the light of his Martial Soul possession flared up again, "In front of me, you are still an ant!"
Before his words finished, his body abruptly expanded, a Behemoth phantom appeared, its brown fur bristling, sharp claws tearing through the air as it fiercely lunged at Yuanen Yehui.
The sharp whistling of the claws tearing through the air made people's eardrums ache. Yuanen Yehui's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her, waiting for that destructive blow to land.
But the anticipated attack never came.
She opened her eyes to see Qian Wu's claws barely touching her, the sharp tips trembling.
The laughter from the audience choked in their throats.
Qian Wu staggered back two steps, frowning: "Such strong defense, as expected of the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul."
Upon hearing this, the Star Luo audience was completely bewildered.
Is that, is that right?
Yuanen Yehui was also bewildered.
The next second, Qian Wu seemed to be provoked by her bewildered gaze and lunged again.
The Behemoth phantom roared, and claw shadows overlapped, appearing terrifyingly powerful, but each attack precisely avoided vital points, and several times he even deliberately exposed weaknesses to Yuanen Yehui.
Yuanen Yehui was thrown into a flurry by his strange rhythm, only able to mechanically raise her hands to block.
Occasionally, she would frantically throw a punch, but for someone wearing Two-Word Battle Armor, the force was as light as cotton.
But with every punch, Qian Wu would let out an exaggerated groan, stagger back, and force a "shocked" expression onto his face: "How, how is this possible? Your strength is actually so powerful?"
The Star Luo people in the audience finally saw it.
The place completely erupted, and the curses almost overturned the stadium.
"Qian Wu, what's wrong with you?!"
"Act! Keep acting! I get it, you took a bribe!"
"Yuanen Yehui, you trash! What kind of skill is it to advance by relying on others going easy?!"
Yuanen Yehui stood still; she also understood. She glanced at Arthur, who was recording below the stage.
This guy really gets things done.
Just as the audience's angry shouts reached their Peak, Qian Wu suddenly retracted his Martial Soul and battle armor, saying dejectedly: "As expected, I still can't do it?"
"My Soul Power is exhausted, I concede."
In the pin-drop silence, even the wind seemed to have stopped.
The anger on the faces of the Star Luo audience froze, and the Douluo Continent audience also gaped, taking a long time to recover.
Three seconds later, curses swept through the entire stadium like a tsunami.
"Qian Wu, do you have no shame?! A Spirit Emperor running out of Soul Power against a Spirit Ancestor? Who are you trying to fool?!"
"Rigged! It's definitely rigged! This competition makes me sick!"
"Yuanen Yehui, get down! You only made it to the top four because others acted for you!"
Yuanen Yehui's face grew even hotter, and she clenched her fists.
She turned to look at Arthur below the stage, who was still holding up his spirit tool to record, a smug smile on his lips, making her so angry she almost kicked him.
The referee coughed twice and announced with a stiff upper lip: "In this match, Yuanen Yehui wins!"
The commentator, Fanger, also breathed a sigh of relief; she truly hadn't known how to comment just now.
As her voice fell, the boos throughout the arena almost shattered the referee's eardrums... The second match, Arthur versus Na'er, was the Peak showdown everyone truly anticipated.
After all, Arthur was a formidable character who could crush Long Yue, and Na'er was brave and invincible. Their contest was sure to be a fierce Dragon-Tiger Battle, sparking with fire and shaking the heavens.
The audience instantly fell silent, countless eyes fixed on the arena, even their breathing softened.
Na'er still had that delicate and cute appearance, tilting her head and winking at Arthur, her voice so soft and sweet it could melt hearts: "Big Brother Su Qiu, please go easy on me."
Arthur smiled: "Don't worry, I won't let you lose too badly."
Na'er's eyes lit up at his words, and her soft voice carried a hint of cunning: "Then I won't be polite!"
Before her words finished, her figure suddenly transformed into a golden stream of light, instantly breaking through Arthur's Soul Power barrier and pouncing straight at him.
There were no flashy Martial Soul Abilities, no fierce Soul Power impacts; she actually just wrapped herself around him, her arms flexibly hooking around Arthur's neck, hanging onto him like a koala.
"Take a chokehold from Na'er!"
Warm breath brushed past Arthur's ear, carrying the unique sweetness of a young girl.
She even deliberately rubbed her cheek against his temple, her voice lowered with a hint of coquetry: "Big Brother Su Qiu, your Soul Power barrier isn't strong at all."
Arthur's whole body stiffened.
No, this isn't what we agreed upon before the match, is it?
He subconsciously wanted to push her away, but she had him locked in a death grip, his mouth twitching: "Na'er, on the competition stage, mind your manners."
The audience instantly erupted. Those who had been breathlessly anticipating were dumbfounded, then burst into even more vehement boos:
"What the heck! Is this a fight or flirting?!"
"Na'er, have some shame! Why are you hugging him so tightly?!"
"Arthur, push her away! Don't just take advantage and do nothing!"
Na'er, however, seemed not to hear, instead pressing her advantage, her slender fingers lightly tracing over Arthur's body.
Taking full advantage.
A vein throbbed on Arthur's forehead. He raised his hand to try and pry her arms off, but she clung even tighter.
Her legs even wrapped around his waist, her entire body hanging onto him, locked even more securely.
"Na'er!" he said helplessly, "This isn't what we discussed earlier; you should concede."
"Close enough." Na'er looked up, her large eyes sparkling, her eyelashes brushing his jawline, causing a tickle, "Anyway, we were going to act, so it's better to make it more realistic, right?"
How was this realistic?
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