Chapter 112 Zhu Zhuqing Wins, A Storm is Approaching.
On the arena, Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered like a ghost, dazzling the eye.
Ning Wuchen's expression was solemn; he couldn't catch a glimpse of Zhu Zhuqing's movements.
He had originally thought that with his level 51 Soul King strength and the control ability of his Martial Soul, he could restrain Zhu Zhuqing, a speed-attack type Soul Master.
However, Zhu Zhuqing's speed far exceeded his expectations.
Even compared to some Soul King-level speed-attack type Soul Masters, she was not inferior.
"Damn it, I didn't expect her speed to be so fast!"
Ning Wuchen cursed inwardly, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead without his noticing.
His hand holding the Seven Hells Soul Suppressing Tower trembled slightly due to the severe consumption of his Soul Power.
His attack methods were different from those of power-attack type Soul Masters.
Unlike weapon Martial Souls and beast Martial Souls, which could attack directly, he needed to release Soul Skills every time.
Therefore, his Soul Power was consumed very quickly.
So, when Ning Wuchen fought Zhu Zhuqing, his advantage in Soul Power was actually not significant.
Hearing the cheers from the audience, Zhu Zhuqing knew Oscar had won.
"Oscar has won, so I can't fall behind! During this period of testing, I've already determined the control range of his soul skill."
She knew that while Ning Wuchen's martial soul control was powerful, the coverage area wasn't large, even somewhat small.
As long as he maintained high-speed movement, his soul skill was useless.
Thinking this, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on another arena.
Oscar was excitedly waving at her, cheering her on.
"Thank you, Oscar, I absolutely won't lose!" Zhu Zhuqing silently vowed, deciding to take the initiative.
In an instant, her first soul ring lit up.
Then, like a black lightning bolt, she charged towards Ning Wuchen in a strange arc.
Her speed was dazzling; dozens of afterimages appeared on the entire arena.
Seeing this, Ning Wuchen was startled and hurriedly activated the Seven Hells Soul Suppressing Tower.
"Second Soul Skill, Suppress!"
Before he finished speaking, an invisible force field suddenly appeared, attempting to suppress Zhu Zhuqing.
However, Zhu Zhuqing's figure suddenly froze, dodging the force field, and instantly rushed in the direction she wanted.
"Damn it!" Ning Wuchen cursed inwardly, his face growing increasingly grim.
However, a cold smile rose in his heart.
A glint flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes as she continued to accelerate towards Ning Wuchen.
However, just as she was less than ten meters away from Ning Wuchen, a sudden gust of wind arose from all around.
"Finally, she's fallen for it! Fourth Soul Skill, Bind!"
Ning Wuchen's triumphant voice rang out at this moment, as if he had been waiting for this for a long time.
In an instant, the gust of wind around Zhu Zhuqing suddenly condensed into wind ropes as thick as bowls, directly binding her limbs.
"Got you!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Ning Wuchen's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he took out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow from his soul tool.
"Die!"
He slammed the trigger, and with a whoosh, dozens of gleaming steel crossbow bolts shot through the air towards Zhu Zhuqing.
Each bolt's tip was coated with a black liquid, clearly poisoned.
This move was undeniably ruthless.
Ning Wuchen's sudden use of hidden weapons, an act devoid of martial ethics, immediately drew ridicule from the audience.
"Is this the disciple of the three upper sects? Truly noble and virtuous!"
"A Soul King resorting to external force to fight a Soul Sect member, truly an eye-opener!"
"This...this has no shame!"
However, Ning Wuchen ignored the audience's mockery.
"Hmph, a bunch of frogs in a well. If they can obtain a 100,000-year soul bone, what does it matter if they're disgraced? Compared to a 100,000-year soul bone, all reputation is meaningless."
What is shame?
Can shame bring the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School a 100,000-year soul bone? Ning Wuchen was extremely confident. He believed that if he defeated Zhu Zhuqing, without the advantage of being a speed-type Soul Master, he would be the champion of this exchange competition.
At that time, the 100,000-year Soul Bone might not be his, but the 50,000-year Soul Bone was still within his reach.
After all, even Title Douluos coveted 100,000-year Soul Bones; a Soul King like him wouldn't be delusional.
However, Zhu Zhuqing had already suspected that Ning Wuchen was carrying hidden weapons.
During the qualifying rounds, almost every disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School carried hidden weapons.
As the representative of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to participate in the Soul Master Exchange Competition, how could he not have some hidden weapons?
"Is that so? You want to kill me? You can't!"
Zhu Zhuqing sneered. Her body, bound by wind ropes, became illusory, turning into a mere afterimage.
"What?!" Ning Wuchen's pupils shrank, his heart filled with horror.
With a few soft thuds, crossbow bolts pierced through Zhu Zhuqing's afterimage, which then completely dissipated.
Ning Wuchen frantically searched for Zhu Zhuqing's figure, when suddenly a chill ran down his spine.
Zhu Zhuqing's true form had appeared behind him without him noticing.
"Not good! Fifth Soul Skill..."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't give Ning Wuchen a chance to use his fifth soul skill; her fourth soul ring suddenly lit up.
A black light flashed, and she viciously clawed at Ning Wuchen's back.
"Tear!"
A tearing sound rang out, followed by a scream.
Ning Wuchen's back was ripped open, and bright red blood instantly stained his clothes, turning them into strips of cloth.
Zhu Zhuqing gave him no chance to breathe, unleashing a barrage of attacks.
Her claw shadows were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, each swing leaving a trail of blood on Ning Wuchen's back.
Before the audience could react, Ning Wuchen collapsed into a pool of blood, slowly losing his life.
The audience was initially silent, then erupted into deafening cheers.
A victory against all odds—everyone was stunned by Zhu Zhuqing's performance.
A level 42 Soul Master actually defeated a level 51 Soul King—this was simply unbelievable!
Lan Minghua smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
He turned to Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er, saying calmly, "Well, your second senior sister's strength didn't disappoint you, did it?"
Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.
Both of them were among the best in the Elemental Academy, believing themselves to be unmatched among their peers.
However, they had never imagined that Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, who were even younger than them, would be so powerful.
Feng Xiaotian had always considered himself a genius; whether it was his innate full soul power or his self-created soul skills, either one was enough to make him proud.
But after becoming Lan Minghua's disciple, he realized he was just a frog in a well.
He sincerely exclaimed, "Master, second senior sister is amazing!"
Shui Bing'er nodded in agreement.
Lan Minghua nodded, his gaze returning to the arena.
Then, he said calmly, "Don't be surprised yet, your third and fifth senior sisters haven't performed yet."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er straightened up and continued watching the battle on the stage.
Lan Minghua didn't pay attention, but instead observed Gu Rong and the others' expressions with great interest.
Their expressions at this moment were quite interesting.
"Before the exchange competition even started, you were already thinking about how to distribute the prizes among the top three, but in the end, none of the three families had anyone make it into the top eight. It's truly laughable."
At this moment, Gu Rong said. In the room where Tang Xiao and Yu Yuanzhen were, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Gu Rong's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Damn it, all of our people were defeated, leaving only Lan Minghua's disciple and the people from the Spirit Hall."
"In that case, let's begin the plan. Anyway, reputation is determined by the victor!"
Yu Yuanzhen and the other two exchanged glances and sent messages to their respective people.
The encirclement and kill operation was initiated.
(End of this chapter)
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