In the Great Spirit Arena of Heaven Dou Imperial City, inside the luxurious private room No. 2, all the women sat before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the vast square arena below.
The atmosphere in the arena was tense and electrifying, the audience buzzing with anticipation.
The stars of this match were two stunning girls, each possessing exceptional figures and striking temperaments!
"I never expected Sister Zhuqing's first opponent would be Meng Yiran, the talented disciple of the Exotic Beast Academy."
"Hehe, Sister Zhuqing is only one spirit ring away from becoming a Spirit Grandmaster—her chances of victory are high!"
Shui Bing'er and the others chattered excitedly, while Zhu Zhuyun nestled comfortably into Fu Ye's arms. Not to be outdone, Xue Wu promptly claimed her own territory, leaning against his other side.
The other girls could only watch in envy.
Shui Yue'er: "Damn it! Xue Wu stole the initiative again!"
Shen Liuyu: "Brother Fu Ye belongs to all of us! Xue Wu, move aside!"
Shui Bing'er: "Xue Wu, as the team captain, I order you—the vice-captain—to make room for me!"
Wu Ling: "Teacher… Wu Ling wants to be close to you too…"
Xiao Wu: "My dear disciple, I'll take you duo-training in a few years."
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In the vast arena, Zhu Zhuqing stood silently on one side. Tall and curvaceous, her black bodysuit clung to her flawless figure, accentuating every graceful line.
Her long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and behind her purple-black mask, her deep eyes burned with quiet determination.
She was like an elegant yet enigmatic black panther—poised to strike a fatal blow at any moment.
Right now, her mind was free of distractions. Her sole focus was proving her strength in this battle.
"This girl shouldn't be underestimated… but I trust in my martial soul and abilities."
"I'll give this fight my all—no holding back. I want Brother Fu Ye to see how much I've grown!"
With that resolve, her gaze sharpened further.
At the opposite end of the arena stood Meng Yiran, clad in a flowing dark-green dress that fluttered like a nimble serpent in the wind.
In her hand rested her Snake Staff spirit, its intricate serpentine carvings pulsing with a mysterious aura.
Her eyes brimmed with confidence and pride. Though she had never heard of Zhu Zhuqing, an instinctive wariness prickled at her heart.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The referee's voice boomed across the arena as he gestured dramatically to the two combatants.
"To my left—a dazzling newcomer to the Heaven Dou Grand Spirit Arena! A Nether Spirit Cat with a soul power of level 29!"
"To my right—the crowd's beloved beauty, undefeated in five consecutive matches! The wielder of the Serpent Cane Spirit!"
"What sparks will fly when these two clash? Let's find out!"
The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. Battles between Spirit Masters were thrilling enough—but between two stunning beauties? Even better!
"Let the match… BEGIN!"
"First Spirit Skill: Tongue Blade!"
Meng Yiran struck first. Swinging her Serpent Cane, she activated her first spirit skill.
A streak of emerald light shot forth, transforming into a razor-sharp blade that sliced toward Zhu Zhuqing like lightning!
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes narrowed. In an instant, her body blurred—dodging sideways with the speed of black lightning.
Her movements were fluid and ghostly, like a shadow slipping through the darkness.
"Fast… but not fast enough to threaten me."
Analyzing her opponent's patterns, Zhu Zhuqing readied her counterattack.
Unfazed by her missed strike, Meng Yiran smirked and brandished her cane again.
"Second Spirit skill: Serpent's Body!"
Her second spirit ring flared brilliantly as her form melted into serpentine grace.
A massive illusory snake tail coiled beneath her, allowing her to slither at terrifying speeds, tightening Zhu Zhuqing's space to evade.
"Let's see you dodge this!"
Zhu Zhuqing's expression hardened. She retreated swiftly—then lunged forward with her.
"First Spirit Skill: Nether Rush Stab!"
Like a panther pouncing, she shattered through Meng Yiran's encirclement, leaving only an afterimage in her wake.
Meng Yiran's eyes widened. "How is she this fast?!"
Before she could react, Zhu Zhuqing appeared beside her.
"Second Spirit Skill: Nether Hundred Claws!"
Her hands became a storm of razor-sharp shadows, raining down upon Meng Yiran's hastily raised staff. Each strike carried devastating force.
Yet, as Fu Ye had taught her—"If the first strike fails, retreat immediately!"
True to his words, Zhu Zhuqing vanished again before Meng Yiran could counter.
Gasping for breath, Meng Yiran barely registered the whisper behind her.
"Too slow."
She whirled around, her phantom tail lashing out—only to hit empty air.
"First Spirit Skill: Nether Rush Stab!"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice came from above.
"First Spirit Skill: Tongue's Blade!"
"Second Spirit Skill: Serpent Body!"
Meng Yiran reacted on instinct, firing upward while reinforcing her body with second spirit skill.
"CLANG!"
Yet despite her defenses, Zhu Zhuqing's relentless Hundred Claws shredded through, leaving shallow cuts across Meng Yiran's skin. Her dress tore, revealing pale gashes beneath.
Gritting her teeth, Meng Yiran poured every ounce of soul power into her staff.
"If it's come to this… I'll risk it all!"
A colossal emerald blade erupted from her staff, hurtling toward Zhu Zhuqing with crushing force—a desperate, all-or-nothing strike!
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