Chapter 43: Battle Axe Soul Master.
However, just as Xuan Mo was about to enter the Soul Fighting Arena to participate, Ning Rongrong suddenly stopped him.
"Xuan Mo, can we team up two-on-two, and you help me?" Ning Rongrong said in a sweet voice, her gaze fixed on Xuan Mo.
Xuan Mo was slightly taken aback, but after some thought, he shook his head and declined. It wasn't that he didn't want to take Ning Rongrong with him, but rather, he was concerned.
"I'm sorry, Rongrong, I'm a Soul Master, and you're a Great Soul Master. If we team up, we'll be fighting two Soul Masters. While your boost is powerful, it's not enough to bridge the gap between two opponents above level 35. If it were Fatty, he and I could still fight two Soul Masters with our combined strength. But if it were you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to take you into consideration."
Ning Rongrong, though reluctant, had to admit that Xuan Mo was right.
At this moment, Xuan Mo suddenly shifted his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing, who was about to leave, and suddenly called her back.
"Zhuqing, wait a moment."
"What's wrong?"
Zhu Zhuqing turned slightly at Xuan Mo's voice. Although still as cold as ice, compared to Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing's attitude towards others was much more relaxed.
"Zhuqing, Rongrong and I have a huge difference in cultivation. If I take her to the Soul Fighting Arena, she'll be at a huge disadvantage. So, I want you to team up with her and participate in a two-on-two match."
"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him, her answer simple.
Ning Rongrong, though feeling a sense of inexplicable regret, happily took Zhu Zhuqing's arm and headed towards the Soul Fighting Arena to register for the team.
Watching the two leave, Xuan Mo turned to look at Dai Mubai. "Old Bai, I'm leaving first."
Xuan Mo's one-on-one Soul Fighting Arena was about to begin. After patting Dai Mubai on the shoulder, he headed straight for the one-on-one Soul Fighting Arena.
...
After Xuan Mo arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena's first area...
Not long after.
On the Soul Fighting Arena, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo stood in the center. He cleared his throat and announced, "Next, let's welcome the third match of the eleventh Soul Fighting Arena, the one-on-one Soul Fighting Arena. The two Soul Masters will be competing. They are the Soul Master of the Taotie Divine Bull Martial Spirit, who has won fifteen consecutive matches, and the Soul Master of the Battle Axe Martial Spirit, who has won fourteen consecutive matches." "
Oh, oh, oh!"
As the announcement ended, the audience erupted in excitement, and cheers rang out one after another. After all ,
Xuan Mo and the other Soul Master were extremely famous. In the eyes of the audience, this Soul Fighting Arena was a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.
Next, a man in his thirties quickly appeared on the Soul Fighting Arena. His muscular build and toned muscles made him look like a small mountain, weighing several hundred pounds. With his leopard-like head and round eyes, he looked quite intimidating.
Meanwhile, Xuan Mo, unhurriedly, slowly stepped onto the Soul Fighting Arena.
"Boy, my name is Yan Gang. I've heard of you before. Your second spirit ring is a thousand years old. You're strong! But I'm no weaker, and I won't show any mercy. You'd better be careful."
Xuan Mo only smiled softly upon hearing this, but inwardly, he was already on guard.
"It seems both sides are ready. Then, let the match begin!"
With a command, Yan Gang advanced instead of retreating, taking a steady step forward and letting out a low growl.
A rich gray light surged from his right hand, and a massive battle axe appeared in his palm. Three spirit rings, one white and two yellow, rose from his feet.
At the same time, Xuan Mo's martial spirit was instantly possessed.
"Watch out!"
The burly man roared, filled with powerful pressure. He took a thunderous step, charging towards Xuan Mo. The battle axe in his hand was already raised high, and his first spirit ring illuminated.
"Split the mountain with force!"
Xuan Mo didn't even try to dodge. A stone wall suddenly rose from his feet, blocking him.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed.
What Yan Gang hadn't expected was that the seemingly solid stone wall was instantly shattered into pieces.
And in the next second, the shattered stones surged upward, sweeping towards Yan Gang.
Yet, Yan Gang remained unfazed. Watching the endless stream of debris approaching, he swung his battle axe.
The massive axe, light and effortless in his grasp, formed a barrier.
He swung it, shielding himself with it, while rapidly advancing towards Xuan Mo.
"Hmph!"
Xuan Mo snorted coldly. As his first spirit ring illuminated, the ground of the fighting arena instantly heaved, pressing towards Yan Gang.
And in front of Yan Gang, several massive stone spikes pierced him.
The next moment, Yan Gang increased his speed, ignoring the rising ground on either side and charging towards the stone spikes.
Yan Gang's third soul ring lit up. When the battle axe hit the stone spike, in addition to the power of the battle axe itself, there was also a special shock force that directly shattered the stone spike.
But then, amidst the surging dust, Xuan Mo activated his second spirit ability, shrouded in a shimmering purple light, charging towards Yan Gang.
Just as Yan Gang attempted to dodge, he found himself mired in the ground of the fighting arena.
But Yan Gang, a true War Soul Master with fourteen consecutive victories, possessed considerable combat experience. Since he had no time to attack, he simply swung his battle axe across, blocking his path.
The axe's third spirit ring was incredibly powerful, possessing immense concussive force.
As Xuan Mo's fist struck the axe, an incredibly powerful concussive force radiated from it and entered his body.
Yan Gang, still holding the axe, felt a surge of force, paralyzing his arm. Even the base of his grip on the axe's handle cracked, and he was forced backward.
What Yan Gang hadn't anticipated was that, as Xuan Mo's purple light made contact with his axe spirit, his spirit power began to drain from him.
"It looks like you're going to lose this battle."
Xuan Mo ignored the discomfort of the internal vibrations as the third soul ring behind him lit up. Suddenly, Yan Gang felt the gravity on his body increase, as if a huge rock had fallen on him.
This sudden change made it difficult for him to hold his martial soul, nearly dropping it.
Seeing this, Yan Gang gritted his teeth. Then, his second and third soul skills suddenly unleashed simultaneously...
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