Chapter 881: Unmoved...

Tang Er sprang to his feet, staring at the white-clad swordsman with a furrowed brow.

This is the stage for the World Elite Fighters Tournament; any sudden interference here is a serious violation of the rules.

Even if this white-robed swordsman is powerful, how could he possibly be stronger than the Lord of the Soul Fighting Hall?

A foul is a foul, and even though Li Qingran belongs to the Soul Fighting Hall, no one dares to say anything.

"Referee!" Tang Er looked towards the referee, but still didn't receive a ruling, so he frowned even more deeply: "What are you waiting for?"

"No one is allowed to interfere during the competition! He's already disrupted the match! Shouldn't the spirit battle be declared a loss?"

The referee was completely bewildered at that moment.

He was, after all, a Dou Sheng, and his perception was definitely clearer than Tang Er's.

녊놆I dare not make a judgment without fully understanding the situation.

Although the white-clad swordsman stood there, holding Li Qingran in his arms, he didn't give Li Qingran any sense of 'feeling' at all.

That’s not 놆그.

That seems to be... a fighting spirit!

Although it was hard to believe, his senses told him that it was the truth.

The fighting spirit of the white-clad swordsman Li Qingran is completely different from that sword; it is a brand new fighting spirit!

Even though he was quite knowledgeable, he had never seen anyone's fighting spirit actually take form.

Therefore, even after confirming that the white-clad swordsman possessed the fighting spirit, he couldn't decide whether the match should continue; his mind went completely blank.

Upon hearing Tang Er's words, he immediately reacted and discussed it with the other referees around him.

"Hiss—! A twin fighting spirit? That's terrifying! And a shaped fighting spirit at that! I've never heard of such a thing before!"

"This Li Qingran... is extraordinary! No wonder he became the captain of the number one battle team in the Fighting Souls competition!"

"It's basically confirmed that it's a battle spirit. I guess Li Qingran didn't intend to expose it. He didn't even have a boundary ring. In his desperation, he had no other choice."

The referees were all experts at the Dou Sheng level, so naturally they wouldn't mistake the white-clad swordsman for a monster.

After confirming everything, the referee cleared his throat and tried to calm the noisy crowd in the stands:

"Silence! Li Qingran did not commit a foul. This white-clad swordsman has shown her fighting spirit. The match continues!"

After saying that, he glanced at Tang Er again and said indifferently:

"You can continue your attack. As long as Li Qingran hasn't fallen and 껩 hasn't been knocked out of the ring, your team hasn't won."

Upon hearing this, Tang Er's eyes widened, his gaze shifting back and forth between the silent white-clad swordsman and the referee, revealing a "you son of a bitch" expression.

What is that?

This white-clad swordsman has a fighting spirit?!

Are you kidding me!

He squinted at the white-clad swordsman and quickly noticed something amiss.

The white-clad swordsman had no trace of life on him.

At that moment, when he activated his Demon Eye, he could clearly see that the fighting spirit on Li Qingran's body was connected to that of the white-robed swordsman.

In other words, the white-clad swordsman can only exist by relying on Li Qingran's fighting spirit.

What is that if not fighting spirit?

So, Li Qingran's situation is the same as his—both have twin fighting spirits. This white-robed swordsman's fighting spirit doesn't have a boundary ring. Although it's unclear how he broke his 'Mother's Entanglement - Heavenly Net' just now, it's definitely not as powerful as Li Qingran's sword fighting spirit.

Tang Er turned around and saw his teammates lying on the ground, covered in wounds, all looking at him with anticipation.

This was his last hope.

Whether for yourself or for everyone... we must keep winning.

Since that's the case.

Tang Er took a deep breath, his six spears unfurled behind him, and he gripped his fire stick tightly, assuming an attack stance.

He still has one trump card up his sleeve.

A staff technique hidden deep in my memory—the Magic Cloak Staff Technique.

This stick technique came from his father, who taught him to wield a stick. He initially considered it a skill to make a living, but as he grew older, he gradually discovered that the stick technique was not simple. The seemingly simple stick technique actually creates a superposition of forces.

The first blow didn't hurt or itch; it was even quite funny.

But... what if he gets hit by ten, a hundred, or a thousand blows?

Even if there's a mountain in front of him, he has the confidence to smash it open.

With his current strength, he can swing the stick 91 times.

but……

So what if I have 91 sticks?

That's more than enough!

"call……"

Tang Er's eyes darkened.

BOOM!

He stomped his foot hard on the ground and leaped into the air, his entire body resembling a fully stretched sheet, the black fire poker in his hand drawing an arc in the air.

The moment he started, there was the sound of wind and thunder.

"Magic Cloak...First Strike!"

Waaah—!

The staff, like a whip, tore through the air and struck Chen Huai'an's head with immense force.

This strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it contained only one word—heavy.

Chen Huai'an stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

He casually raised his left hand, his fingers slightly spread, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

*Smack*

A muffled thud.

The fire poker, powerful enough to smash the ring, simply came to rest in his palm.

It remained completely still.

It couldn't even lift a single hair on Chen Huai'an's head.

"So hard!"

Tang Er's pupils contracted, and he felt a numbness in the web of his hand, as if he had just hit a thick city wall with that stick.

But he did not back down.

This is only the first strike.

Far from the limits of the Magic Cloak and Staff Technique!

Using the force of the recoil, he did a somersault in the air, using his waist and abdomen to swing the fire stick in his hand in a wide arc once again.

"Use their force against them!"

"Second strike!"

This time, it was faster and more powerful.

Chen Huai'an remained motionless, his palm slightly tilted to block again.

Bang!

"The third strike!"

"The fourth strike!"

…

The rhythm has changed.

At first, the audience could still see Tang Er's movements clearly and hear the dull thud of each blow.

But gradually, the sounds merged into one, like a series of dense firecrackers exploding, and finally turned into a continuous rumble of thunder.

Rumble—!!!

A fierce wind blew across the arena.

Tang Er's figure disappeared completely.

Instead, a wildly spinning black tornado appeared.

He circled the still figure in white, leaping and bounding, leaving numerous afterimages.

The sky was filled with the shadows of sticks, and the ground was teeming with murderous intent.

Each impact creates a visible white shockwave in the air.

With each bit of leverage, the black light on the fire poker intensified.

Later, black flames actually ignited on the stick, as if it were about to burn through the void.

Click, click...

The arena beneath Chen Huai'an's feet groaned under the weight.

Unable to withstand this ever-accumulating and unleashing terrifying force.

Several cracks spread outwards in all directions from Chen Huai'an as the center.

Debris flew everywhere, and dust billowed up, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

But he still didn't move.

He held Li Qingran in one arm, as if he were holding the whole world.

No matter how fierce the storm outside, no matter how powerful the shadow of the stick was, he remained unmoved.

놙놆's empty left hand kept pointing, striking, and blocking in the air.

To the onlookers, his movements were as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi in a park.

Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.

The judges, who had already reached the level of Dou Sheng, could see clearly that it wasn't that the white-clad swordsman's movements were slow, but rather that his movements were too fast, so fast that even afterimages couldn't be seen. The repeated movements were superimposed, giving the impression that his movements were in slow motion.

He caught every single blow Tang Er struck with perfect accuracy.

귷十……

귷Fifteen...

ninety……

Tang Er's eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and blood was flowing down his cheeks.

His arms were muscular and veiny, and his skin was a horrifying purplish-red from blood stasis.

This is the limit.

The limits that the physical body can withstand.

All the power, all the anger, all the resentment, converged at this moment to reach their peak.

He leaped high into the air, his figure hovering in mid-air for a moment.

In the void behind him, all the staff shadows instantly converged, condensing above his head into a long, pitch-black pillar-like phantom.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Tang Er let out a blood-curdling roar.

"Ninety-first strike!!"

"Give it to me... and smash it!!!"

Boom—!!!

The sky seemed to darken for a moment.

That enormous staff shadow carried a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains.

With a piercing sonic boom,

It crashed down on Chen Huai'an's crown.

The air was compressed to its limit, emitting a broken, mournful sound.

Tang Er couldn't care less about anything else after that blow; he had already signed a life-or-death waiver before taking the stage against the enemy.

If anyone is to blame, it's Li Qingran for pushing him to his limit.

The entire audience was breathless.

Even the referees looked serious and reinforced the protective shield again.

This strike absolutely transcends the scope of the Soul Fighting Sect, touching upon a higher threshold.

However.

Under the shadow of this devastating stick.

Chen Huai'an finally raised his head.

His expression remained calm, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he were facing a deadly blow that was not a combination of 91.

And...

A fallen leaf.

Thump—! ! !

A deep, muffled sound, as if it came from the ground, instantly reverberated throughout the entire Soul Arena.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky like mushroom clouds, obscuring everyone's view.

The aftershocks, which made my teeth ache, were still shaking the protective shield.

Everyone is waiting.

Wait for the smoke and dust to clear, and wait for the result.

Were Dou Hun, the white-clad swordsman, and Li Qingran smashed flat?

Tang Er, did you win?

If we switch them up, Tang Er definitely won't be able to withstand that blow.

A few breaths later.

A gust of wind blew by, and the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

hiss--

Countless gasps of astonishment echoed from the stands.

I saw the center of the arena, which was already riddled with holes.

Tang Er maintained the posture of slamming down hard, the fire stick in his hand bent into an astonishing arc.

He was trembling all over, and blood was flowing from his orifices.

At the other end of the fire poker.

The swordsman was still dressed in white, spotless.

He stood there quietly, his two long, slender, white fingers casually holding the heavy fire poker.

It's like holding a... chopstick.

And at his feet.

Boom!

Only at this moment did the long-awaited destructive power finally erupt.

The entire arena, with Chen Huai'an's feet as the boundary, sank three feet down like tofu being hit by a hammer.

Only the small patch of ground where he stood.

Unmoved.

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