Chapter 200 Are They All Going to Surrender?
On the field.
Jiang Li’er looked at the Tianshui team, who had set up their formation, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
She nodded: "Ready? Here I come!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure vanished from the spot!
Shui Bing’er’s pupils shrank sharply!
So fast!
The next instant, Jiang Li’er was already in front of her!
Shui Bing’er subconsciously wanted to release her martial soul.
But it was too late.
Jiang Li’er raised her hand and gently patted her shoulder.
The force was light and airy, as if she were just brushing off some dust.
But Shui Bing’er felt a gentle yet irresistible force pushing her up!
Her feet left the ground, and her body flew uncontrollably off the field!
"Bang—!"
Shui Bing’er landed outside the arena, standing firmly, unharmed.
She was stunned.
This was...
Before she could react, a series of "bangs" echoed across the arena.
Jiang Li’er’s figure moved across the arena like a ghost.
She gently struck each opponent with a palm strike.
Each strike pushed the opponent out of the arena.
Yet, without causing any harm.
Xue Wu, enters.
Qiu Ruoshui, enters.
Yu Hairou, enters.
Shen Liuyu, enters.
Gu Qingbo, enters.
Finally...
Shui Yue’er, seeing Jiang Li’er suddenly appear before her, closed her eyes in fright.
But the expected pain didn’t come.
Only a warm hand gently landed on her shoulder.
Then...
"Ah—!"
She cried out in surprise, her whole body flying into the air.
She landed off the field, plopping down on the ground.
She opened her eyes, touched herself, and found herself unharmed.
She looked up at Jiang Li’er on the field.
Jiang Li’er was smiling at her and waving.
Shui Yue’er paused for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh.
This lady... is quite adorable.
Jiang Li’er clapped her hands and turned to the referee.
The referee, finally snapping out of his daze, quickly announced, "Martial Soul Academy team wins!"
The entire arena erupted in cheers again!
Jiang Li’er walked to the sidelines and looked at the Tianshui team.
Shui Bing’er was standing off the field, watching her.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
Jiang Li’er grinned and waved at her: "You guys are pretty good."
She paused: "Next time, let’s play again."
With that, she and Tian Yue turned and walked off the field. Sunlight streamed down, illuminating them.
Two figures, their backs to the camera, exuding heroic spirit.
Shui Bing’er stood rooted to the spot, watching their retreating backs, motionless for a long time.
A thought suddenly welled up in her mind: Perhaps, this was true genius.
Unattainable, only to be admired from afar.
...
On the stands.
All the spectators and representatives of the various forces finally understood why the Spirit Hall had been so generous in offering nine ten-thousand-year-old soul bones as the prize for the competition.
They had been prepared all along.
A Soul Saint, a Title Douluo.
With such a lineup, who could possibly defeat them?
These nine soul bones were practically already in the Spirit Hall’s grasp!
The noble lords and representatives of the various sects wore grim expressions.
What was the Spirit Hall trying to do?
Were they showcasing their strength to the entire continent?
A twenty-year-old Title Douluo...
Is this even fair?
Of course, that’s their problem.
Ordinary spectators don’t care about any of that.
They only know that they’ve witnessed a spectacular match today.
Although the match was short, it’s enough to go down in history.
...
In the VIP seats.
Qian Renxue watched this scene, a slight smile playing on her lips.
She turned to Jiang Bai: "Little sister Li’er, having a good time, huh?"
Jiang Bai smiled: "As long as she’s happy."
He paused, his gaze falling on the golden figure: "And, didn’t you notice?"
"Her self-introduction just now was completely copied from mine."
Qian Renxue was taken aback, then chuckled.
"You’re quite proud of yourself?"
Jiang Bai said seriously: "Of course. It’s an honor for my wife to copy me."
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him but didn’t refute him.
She rested her chin on her left hand, her gaze fixed on the direction of Tianshui Academy.
To be precise, it was fixed on Shui Bing’er.
Shui Bing’er, Martial Soul Ice Phoenix, sixteen years old, level forty-three Soul Master.
While this talent was far inferior to Jiang Bai, Jiang Li’er, and herself, compared to others...
For example, Yan, twenty-one years old and only level fifty-two. The two were five years apart in age, and their Soul Power levels differed by only nine levels.
By this calculation, Shui Bing’er’s talent was far superior to Yan’s.
A thoughtful glint flashed in Qian Renxue’s eyes.
She spoke softly, "Jiang Bai."
"Hmm?"
"What do you think of that Shui Bing’er?"
Without thinking, Jiang Bai blurted out, "She’s quite pretty."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a soft little hand on his waist.
That little hand gently rested on his waist, seemingly gentle, but in reality...
Jiang Bai shivered.
He quickly turned his head to look at Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue was smiling at him.
That smile, gentle as water, sent a chill down Jiang Bai’s spine.
"Oh?"
Her voice was soft: "Am I prettier, or is she prettier?"
"Of course, my Xue’er sister is prettier!"
Qian Renxue snorted softly.
She pinched his waist with her small hand.
Twisted it.
"Hiss—!"
Jiang Bai gasped.
Qian Renxue’s voice drifted over: "Did I ask you if she’s pretty or not? Really!"
She withdrew her hand, sat up straight again, and took a sip of her tea.
Her gaze fell on Shui Bing’er again, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes.
A promising talent!
She thought to herself.
...
The following qualifying rounds saw a peculiar scene.
Every team drawn against the Spirit Hall Academy team conceded defeat.
Without exception.
The reason was simple: they couldn’t win.
A Soul Saint and a Title Douluo—how could they possibly win?
Going in would just be suicide; it was better to conserve their strength and strive for a better ranking in other competitions.
Thus, the Spirit Hall Academy team advanced to the finals with a perfect record!
And all their opponents, except for Tianshui Academy which played a symbolic match, conceded defeat!
This was an unprecedented miracle in the history of the tournament!
...
The Finals.
The Spirit Hall Academy team versus the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
This year’s Heaven Dou Royal Academy team was formidable.
Captain Yu Tianheng, a level 43 Power Attack type Spirit Master, Spirit: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Vice-Captain Dugu Yan, a level 48 Control type Spirit Master, Spirit: Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor.
Several years ago, for reasons unknown, after Dugu Bo brought Dugu Yan home from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy for a period of time, her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and her martial soul evolved from the Azure Phosphorous Serpent to the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor.
There was also Ye Lingling, a support-type martial soul, whose martial soul, the Nine-Hearted Begonia, was hailed as the number one healing martial soul on the continent.
With Dugu Yan’s sudden surge in strength and Ye Lingling’s incredible healing abilities, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy fought their way through the competition, even defeating the Star Luo Royal Academy, which boasted the "Netherworld White Tiger" duo of Davis and Zhu Zhuyun, in the semi-finals.
However, at this moment, the atmosphere in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy’s rest room was somewhat somber.
"Title Douluo..."
"Soul Saint..."
"How can we fight like this?"
A team member leaned against the wall, his face full of bitterness.
The others were also dejected, lacking any fighting spirit.
Dugu Yan sat on the sofa.
She stood with her arms crossed.
She had short, deep purple hair, exuding a heroic air. Her beautiful black eyes, at this moment, shimmered with a complex light. Her curvaceous figure was outlined in the tight-fitting team uniform, radiating a wild charm.
She spoke, "How about... we concede too?"
Her voice was calm, as if she were talking about something trivial: "So many teams have conceded, one more won’t make a difference."
She paused: "Besides, we got second place, so we’ll have something to show for ourselves when we get back."
Yu Feng, leaning against the side, nodded upon hearing this: "I have no objection, I’ll listen to you!"
Oslo and the two Xuan Turtle brothers echoed: "Me too."
"Let’s just concede, we can’t win anyway."
Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment, then nodded.
He looked at a figure sitting in the far corner of the rest room and asked, "Lingling, what about you?"
It was a young girl.
She wore a long black dress, even her face was veiled in black.
A cascade of long, blue hair flowed down her back like a stream. Her eyes, the same color as her hair, revealed no emotion; only loneliness and desolation seemed to emanate from her.
She sat quietly in the corner, seemingly isolated from the world.
Ye Lingling.
The owner of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul.
Her voice was beautiful, yet extremely hollow, giving an unreal feeling: "I can do it."
Yu Tianheng nodded: "Then it’s settled."
Silence fell again in the lounge.
No one spoke.
Only the sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the young faces.
Tomorrow was the final.
But for them, it was nothing more than a formality.
Because their opponents were invincible.
...
Meanwhile, somewhere in Martial Soul City.
Jiang Li’er lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She stared at the ceiling, her golden hair swaying gently.
"Tomorrow is the finals..."
She murmured to herself, "Will they concede too?"
If they concede, then she’s out of the game.
That would be so boring.
She sighed and turned over.
"Oh well, conceding is conceding."
"Anyway, those nine soul bones were originally ours."
She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
In her dream, she was once again dominating the arena.
Countless people cheered and shouted for her.
She smiled radiantly.
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