The Glory of the Sun and Moon in the Peerless Tang Sect

Ironically, his thick legs appeared remarkably short compared to his current torso. His feet touched the ground. The entire arena trembled and groaned in pain.

The enormous Lu Genggeng was enveloped in dark green soul power. His large, spherical head and small, blood-red eyes gleamed fiercely. The six soul rings beside him appeared exceptionally large due to his bulky body.

What sent chills down the spines of the audience was that the fat man Lu Genggeng's exposed arms and shoulders were covered in stitches, his skin patched up like a mound. A gaping maw was open, drool dripping down and creating puffs of smoke on the metal floor.

In terms of physique and presence, Lu Genggeng exudes a much stronger sense of pressure than Geely.

This time, however, Wang Qiu'er did not allow Lu Genggeng to approach her. She took a step forward with her left foot, turned her body slightly, and with a flash of golden light, the Golden Dragon Spear appeared in her right hand. She then made a throwing motion.

Lu Genggeng immediately felt an indescribable terrifying aura lock onto her.

"Unavoidable?!"

Lu Genggeng was startled and made a judgment instantly. In his view, Wang Qiu'er's entire figure became somewhat blurry. The two sharp spear in her hand burst forth with dazzling golden light, wreathed in golden flames.

The fact that Jili was instantly killed by Wang Qiu'er just now serves as a cautionary tale. Although his defensive capabilities are far superior to Jili's, he still feels an extreme sense of unease.

During that brief moment of hesitation, the first and second spirit rings beside Wang Qiu'er shone brightly.

First Soul Skill: Golden Dragon Body. Second Soul Skill: Golden Dragon Power.

A layer of golden scales began to spread from her right hand, which gripped the Golden Dragon Spear, throughout her entire body. As the golden flames on the spear intensified, her body was completely enveloped within them. The golden flames gradually coalesced into the shape of a gigantic golden dragon head, emitting terrifying roars.

The Golden Dragon Spear is like the spine supporting this miniature golden dragon.

"Whoosh—" A deep dragon's roar resounded, and golden light instantly pierced the sky. Without pausing for a moment, Wang Qiu'er threw the golden dragon spear in her hand.

The golden dragon head rose up, its terrifying aura enough to make anyone tremble.

Although Lu Genggeng is not the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Holy Spirit Cult, he is second to none in terms of defensive capabilities.

At the critical moment, his purple, third-generation spirit ring, which had been around for a thousand years, lit up just in time. His massive body swelled up again, becoming like a mountain of flesh occupying a large portion of the arena.

"Pfft—" The Golden Dragon Spear pierced through the mountain of flesh's left chest. This should have been the location of the heart. But only large clumps of disgusting, translucent yellow fat slid out of the wound, emitting an unbearable stench.

Lu Genggeng cried out in pain, the blood red in his eyes becoming even more vivid, but also carrying a hint of mockery.

The most unique aspect of his Abomination Martial Soul is that he can relocate his core to any part of his body's fat. As long as his core cannot be found, he can recover even if he is riddled with bullets.

Before the thought had even subsided, Lu Genggeng's body suddenly trembled violently. He turned around in disbelief.

Wang Qiu'er appeared behind him at some point. With her right hand gripping the Golden Dragon Spear in reverse, she twisted her body and pierced through his body again with a counter-attack.

And this shot pierced precisely through the core of his body.

The entire arena fell silent. All the spectators present, including the top eight teams, were seeing Wang Qiu'er wield the Golden Dragon Spear for the first time.

What surprised them even more was that Wang Qiu'er's body suddenly appeared next to the Golden Dragon Spear as if it had torn through the void.

Those who made it to the top eight of this tournament were all exceptionally knowledgeable individuals. They were certain that this was definitely not a spirit ring or spirit bone skill, but most likely an ability possessed by this golden spear.

A soul tool that allows people to travel through the void?!

The students from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and the Mingdu Soul Master Academy were the most incredulous. It's important to understand that spatial soul tools have always been the most cutting-edge research topic in the Sun Moon Empire. And this topic has yet to be solved.

"This is impossible! How could you possibly know the location of my core?!" Lu Genggeng roared madly, struggling frantically. The fear of death was slowly eroding his heart.

Unfortunately, it was all too late to change anything.

Seeing the coldness and calmness in Wang Qiu'er's eyes, Lu Genggeng's fear was quickly replaced by resentment and madness.

Even if he dies, he'll drag Wang Qiu'er down with him!

Lu Genggeng's body swelled up again, even his skin turning blood red. He looked like a grotesque, ever-growing tumor.

Wang Qiu'er's gaze sharpened. She was able to locate the core of Lu Genggeng's body thanks to a talent called Golden Perception. Therefore, she could clearly sense the changes occurring in Lu Genggeng's body.

She quickly retrieved the Golden Dragon Spear and retreated rapidly.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom—" The tumor exploded, and a deafening roar resounded for a full ten seconds.

The soul-guided shield surrounding the arena rippled with dense waves. If it hadn't been reinforced beforehand, this soul-guided shield would probably have shattered long ago.

The power of Lu Genggeng's self-destruction was no less than that of the corpse explosion of the Grim Reaper back then. Even a Soul Saint-level expert couldn't possibly survive such a close-range attack unscathed.

It's easy to imagine the crisis Wang Qiu'er is currently facing.

On Shrek Academy's side, everyone except Xu Zihuang stood up, their gazes fixed on the competition stage with concern.

The roaring stopped, the smoke and dust dissipated, and a huge crater, five meters deep and over fifty meters in diameter, appeared in the center of the competition platform.

Wang Qiu'er was in this deep pit, supporting her body with the Golden Dragon Spear, her back straight, just like her unyielding character. Her long, light blue hair, which had been tied into a ponytail, was also scattered by the violent shockwave from the explosion, falling over her fragrant shoulders and all the way to her rounded buttocks.

However, judging from the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth and her pale face, it was clear that she was not in good condition.

Silence fell over the entire arena once again. Wang Qiu'er had used her powerful performance to kill two six-ring Soul Emperor evil soul masters in succession. What impressed them even more was Wang Qiu'er's spirit.

Wang Qiu'er turned to look at Xu Zihuang, who was sitting in the waiting area with his eyes closed, her stubbornness and pride evident in her eyes, and she bit her lip tightly.

She once said that Shrek Academy wouldn't lose even without Xu Zihuang, and she will definitely live up to that promise.

Tang Wutong, who was in the Haotian Sect's rest area, frowned slightly as she looked at Wang Qiu'er's appearance.

This despicable copy wasn't entirely without merit. However, she still didn't understand why her father would deliberately influence Wang Qiu'er's transformation, making her resemble her.

She loathed this feeling. It was truly unnecessary if it was only for Wang Qiu'er's soul ring and soul bone.

Zhang Lexuan, sitting in the Shrek team's rest area, didn't show much joy at the victory; her face was more anxious.

She knew Wang Qiu'er's personality all too well. Even if she was severely injured, she would never give up on the rest of the matches. But once the match started, only the team members on the field and the captain who could make the decision could voluntarily admit defeat. As the leader of the Shrek team, she was not qualified to represent the team members in choosing to voluntarily admit defeat.

Now she can only pin her hopes on Yu Tianhuang.

"Tianhuang, you don't have much time left. Finish this quickly."

On the competition stage, neither her rapid breathing nor her pale face could diminish the determination in Wang Qiu'er's eyes.

"Shrek Academy wins the second round of the individual elimination tournament." Zheng Zhan, who announced the result, was slightly moved and couldn't help but ask.

"Wang Qiu'er, do you still want to stay on the stage for the third match of the individual elimination round?"

"Continue," Wang Qiu'er replied expressionlessly. She pulled the Golden Dragon Spear from the titanium foundation and turned to walk towards the edge of the arena closer to the Shrek team's side.

Seeing the solemn expressions on the faces of the Shrek team members, Wang Qiu'er had already guessed her opponent in the third match.

Slowly turning around, Wang Qiu'er, who had her back to the Shrek Academy students, raised her head and a handsome young man appeared in her line of sight.

The third member to appear from the Holy Spirit Team was none other than Yan Feng, the one who had made those harsh remarks earlier. He was an evil soul master with the cultivation level of a seven-ring Soul Saint.

In the individual elimination rounds, if a player wins three matches first, they have the right to forfeit all subsequent individual elimination rounds and request the start of the team competition.

Because the three points from the individual elimination rounds plus the five points from the team battles are higher than the seven points that can be obtained from the entire individual elimination rounds.

But can Wang Qiu'er really win?

Almost everyone in the audience had the same thought.

Chapter 398 A Powerful Debut

As she approached the edge of the arena, Wang Qiu'er used a level-six healing bottle to restore her soul power.

Once both sides were in position, Zheng Zhan did not rush to announce the start of the third match.

"Given the severe damage to the competition table, and in order to facilitate the subsequent matches and ensure the fairness of the competition, this referee will personally maintain the integrity of the competition table."

As he spoke, Zheng Zhan waved his right hand, and a white orb the size of a human head flew out. Under his control, the white orb instantly emitted a white halo that spread across the arena.

A faint halo of light swirled around the surface of the massive pit, as if covered by a thin film. Despite being able to clearly see the deep depression beneath his feet, Zheng Zhan stood incredibly stable.

Zheng Zhan slowly retreated, withdrawing his gaze from Wang Qiu'er. He thought to himself, "This is all I can do to help you."

If it weren't for the opposing positions and the instructions from above, he truly wouldn't want Wang Qiu'er to perish here.

"The third round of the individual elimination tournament begins!"

Finally, after both sides exchanged names, the third match began.

Surrounding Yan Feng were seven spirit rings: two yellow, two purple, and three black. As these seven rings rose, a pair of ice-blue bone wings unfurled, propelling his body upwards.

Immediately afterwards, his first three spirit rings shone brightly.

Hovering more than fifty meters above the arena, a gigantic skull suddenly appeared before Yan Feng. This skull was unmistakably a dragon's head, measuring a full two meters long, over a meter high, and more than one and a half meters wide. It looked utterly bizarre.

The skull opened its mouth wide, and a cloud of icy blue energy shot out towards Wang Qiu'er below.

Yan Feng's Bone Dragon Martial Soul possesses the first Soul Skill, Dragon Transformation, and the third Soul Skill, Bone Dragon Transformation. The first Soul Skill allows his body to transform into a bone dragon. The third Soul Skill allows him to use his soul power to condense a specific part of the bone dragon.

It was precisely because of the amplification from the first and third soul skills that the powerful second soul skill, Bone Dragon Breath, was created.

This demonstrates the power of his Bone Dragon Martial Soul.

Yan Feng could sense the fluctuations in Wang Qiu'er's soul power. Although she had briefly recovered some soul power using the milk bottle, she was still at her limit.

To deal with Wang Qiu'er in this state, he naturally didn't need to use his seventh soul skill, Bone Dragon True Form, right away like he did when he faced Bei Bei before.

He received instructions from Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng: eliminating Yu Tianhuang and Wang Qiu'er was their top priority. Conserving more soul power to deal with Yu Tianhuang was the wisest choice.

The thought of having the opportunity to devour Wang Qiu'er's martial soul essence and bones filled Yan Feng with barely concealed greed. Wang Qiu'er's previous abilities indicated a close connection between her martial soul and dragon-type martial souls, and that it was of exceptionally high quality.

For him, it was an excellent tonic.

Once he devours Wang Qiu'er's martial soul essence and bones, his Bone Dragon martial soul will definitely undergo a positive change. He might even be able to acquire the light and fire attributes of Wang Qiu'er's martial soul.

Meanwhile, above the arena, a bone dragon unleashed a breath imbued with terrifying icy power, causing the surrounding space to freeze.

Next, Wang Qiu'er displayed an amazing skill that amazed everyone.

Wang Qiu'er leaped into the air, each foot resting on two golden flames. With each light touch of her toes, she gained leverage from them. In the blink of an eye, she wielded a golden dragon spear, also wreathed in golden flames, and pierced through Yan Feng's bone dragon breath.

"This is……"

To the ordinary spectators, Wang Qiu'er's stunning abilities were a perfect match for her beautiful face and aloof demeanor. However, the members of the top eight teams, who had a deeper understanding of martial spirit abilities, all narrowed their eyes slightly.

This is clearly an innate talent ability that a martial soul possesses from birth.

It's easy to imagine just how amazing the quality of Wang Qiu'er's martial soul is.

Yan Feng, Wang Qiu'er's opponent, was equally surprised and uncertain. He had seen many powerful martial souls, but he had never seen such a miraculous talent ability.

The moment he saw Wang Qiu'er break through his bone dragon's breath, sensing the impending danger, he quickly flapped his wings and moved to the left. A golden ray of light swept past his cheek.

Yan Feng abruptly turned around. Sure enough, Wang Qiu'er appeared above him.

Wang Qiu'er gripped the hilt of the Golden Dragon Spear with her left hand. Starting from the roots, her long, pinkish-blue hair was changing at an astonishing speed. It was as if a layer of golden liquid was flowing from the roots all the way to the tips.

As her profound sixth spirit ring shone, fine golden scales once again spread across her entire body, except for her face. The dazzling golden light illuminated a large area of ​​space.