"ah--!"

The heart-wrenching screams were no less loud than the explosion; an unsuspecting person might think they had been chopped in the kidneys.

The misery was no less than being kicked in the groin.

But that wasn't the end of it. Just as the agility-type Soul Master instinctively tried to clutch his lower back where he had been kicked, Qian Yuelong, whose hands were covered in a layer of golden soul power, gripped his retreating shoulders like the claws of a hawk. With her mind, she controlled the lotus petal phantom that had been spinning half a meter away to explode. Using the force of the explosion, she flipped him in mid-air, slamming the agility-type Soul Master, whose shoulders had been grabbed, towards the electric net on the ground like a shot put.

After a series of chilling crackling sounds, the newly-made, coke-like agility-type Soul Master, with black smoke billowing from his head, collapsed to the ground, his calves twitching intermittently.

The electric grid hadn't electrified anyone, leaving Helan Shu, who was just using it as a pretext, completely bewildered. She stared in astonishment at the agility-type Soul Master who had parted off a section of her electric grid, creating a large hole, and was now lying motionless in the middle of that empty hole.

Is this even possible?

The teammates who retreated with the agility-type Soul Master gasped in shock, nearly tripping over the scattered golden electric nets. They tumbled twice in a bizarre posture to support most of their weight and avoid being electrocuted.

This is just too cruel!

"That's terrifying!"

"This girl probably isn't a regular member of the Black Chess team, right? Maybe we should try to poach her next time we have a team battle?"

Some sighed, some were excited, and some were eager to try.

In this continent where strength reigns supreme, admiring the strong is an instinct for people.

Age is not a guarantee of respect; it is strength. Only those with strength have a voice and earn the respect of others.

If Qian Yuelong hadn't already turned off the Faith Value notification sound, there would definitely be a bunch of overlapping Faith Value increase sounds right now.

On the battle stage, the gazes of the others who were locked in combat towards Qian Yuelong changed repeatedly.

They no longer viewed Qian Yuelong as a newborn calf, but as a formidable opponent of equal standing in their hearts!

Shen He couldn't help but glance at Qian Yuelong, who landed lightly.

He noticed that the other person seemed to really enjoy kicking his lower back.

It seems to work for everyone, maybe he should try it next time?

After Qian Yuelong landed, Wen Xing glanced at the agility-type Soul Master who had turned into charcoal, raised his foot and kicked him off the Soul Arena, giving the two healing Soul Masters of the Thunder Team no chance to help.

Upon seeing this, the host immediately announced, "Team Thunder, Qingzhu is eliminated!"

Similar to the rules for winning and losing in the Great Soul Arena, once you leave the Soul Arena, you are disqualified and eliminated unless your teammates can achieve the final victory.

After a fierce collision, the two captains, who were locked in a contest of strength, created some distance between themselves. They stared at each other warily, panting heavily, and glancing at Qian Yuelong out of the corner of their eyes.

Lei Xing, in particular, never expected that Qian Yuelong's small body would conceal such terrifying explosive power. Even though their team's agility-type Soul Master was slender, his weight was still several times that of Qian Yuelong.

In Lei Xing's eyes, Qian Yuelong was probably just a soybean, while their team's agility-type Soul Master was a hard rock the size of a pigeon egg. A soybean versus a hard rock was like an egg hitting a rock.

But now.

Lei Xing had to admit that, despite his vigilance, he had underestimated Qian Yuelong because of her appearance and had been careless.

He called back his teammates who had launched an attack in a deep voice. Wen Xing and the others, who had not yet pursued, also flashed back to one side of the Soul Arena. The two teams returned to their original formation of facing each other.

The staff waiting nearby were already prepared and carried the seriously injured agility-type Soul Master onto a stretcher and rushed to the medical room.

Qian Yuelong, who caught a glimpse of this scene, nodded silently in her heart.

Although the Spirit Arena is essentially a breeding ground for the Spirit Hall to select elites, most of the competition is healthy. Even though there are still some unsavory aspects, the overall atmosphere is positive. Even those with poor talent who have been in the Spirit Arena for over a decade are still participating in the Spirit Battles. They haven't been promoted in the Spirit Arena, but they've never been driven away.

Qian Yuelong was unaware of how other kingdoms recruited and trained soldiers.

But she felt that other kingdoms probably wouldn't be so generous as to cover the medical resources for seriously wounded soldiers. Those with some connections might be able to allocate some resources, but she, being from humble background, probably could only rely on herself to get through it. If they couldn't, that was their fate.

Meanwhile, Guan Feng, who had retreated to the front lines of his teammates, frowned at the stalemate. Thinking of something, he turned to look at Qian Yuelong and Helan Shu, the two control-type Soul Masters, and asked Qian Yuelong in a low voice:

"Yuelong, the soul skill you just used should have been an area-of-effect attack, right?"

Qian Yuelong nodded: "It may deal area-of-effect damage, or it can create a shield for defense, but the latter is a single-target attack."

Guan Feng nodded, then suddenly began to retreat: "Area-of-effect damage is enough. Xingxing, Xiaohe! Keep an eye on those two healers, and take them out as soon as you get the chance! Retreat with me! Xiaoshu, use the electric net to dominate the field! Yuelong, use aerial bombardment!"

Brilliant!

A series of commands were issued in an orderly manner. Helan Shu and Qian Yuelong's eyes lit up. Helan Shu retrieved the broken electric net that had been blasted with a large hole. She pushed off the ground with her boots, and her third soul ring hummed. Golden lightning bolts, as long as threads, shot out as Helan Shu moved forward and landed.

Qian Yuelong raised her hand and turned the Floating World Golden Lotus. Several illusory images of cyan-gold energy lotus petals closely followed behind Helan Shu, and the moment the electric grid was set up, they also occupied the airspace.

"Everyone, defend!"

Lei Xing's eyes widened, and he shouted sharply.

The remaining agility-type Soul Master on their team flashed to the side of the three support-type Soul Masters, grabbing one in each hand and pulling the two important healing-type Soul Masters towards their team's defense-type Soul Master.

The support-type Soul Master who was left behind looked at the oncoming explosion and exclaimed, "Bang!"

"Boom boom boom—!"

The black smoke from the explosion instantly filled the air. Chen He stepped forward and plunged into the chaotic black smoke without hesitation. His cold-blooded snake eyes, which had transformed into snake-like eyes, acted like a temperature sensor, taking in the nine Soul Masters surrounded by the black smoke through thermal sensing. He waited for an opportunity to move silently within the black smoke.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several muffled thuds came from the black smoke.

Hey! Look over there!

"There's movement!"

"It's a person! A person has been thrown off the stage!"

Those in the stands with sharp eyes spotted two more Soul Masters being thrown out of the black mist.

"Team Thunder, Bai Chi and Qing Hun are eliminated!"

Shen He, who had thrown the person off the Soul Arena, shot out of the black smoke with a "whoosh" and leaped high into the air, more than ten meters above the ground. He looked solemnly at the other powerful attack-type Soul Master who had been provoked and was now chasing after him.

"Are you a street thug?! If you're so tough, don't run around like that!"

The powerful offensive Soul Master who had chased after the enemy poured his Soul Power into his right fist and, cursing, unleashed a fierce blow at the enemy that was beginning to fall due to inertia!