Song Qinghuan stepped onto ring number eight.
Everyone's attention immediately turned to this.
Du Yan, the defender of Arena No. 8, possesses the A-level Poison Mist ability.
The toxicity of the fog is inversely proportional to its range.
The smaller the area affected, the greater the toxicity; the larger the area affected, the weaker the toxicity, and it may only have a slight paralyzing effect.
However, if his mental strength is strong enough, his special ability will definitely have a good effect on the battlefield.
His official superpower rating is S-level.
Su Yu had seriously considered it; if he could acquire this ability, he could choose to stay.
He looked at Song Qinghuan, not particularly worried.
On stage number eight, poisonous fog instantly filled the entire arena.
The onlookers could no longer see what was happening on the stage.
Du Yan used the fog to obscure his vision and lull his opponents into a false sense of security, and has already defeated six challengers.
Because no one was confident in dealing with his special ability, no one had challenged Arena Number Eight for a long time.
"Hey, I feel like Song Qinghuan chose the wrong challenger."
"Even Du Yan's men can't see it clearly, so even if she wanted to freeze it, she couldn't."
"It would be better to challenge the one next to us."
"Is there anyone who can counter Du Yan's superpowers? Isn't it time to make a move?"
"Waiting any longer would be pointless."
Everyone knew that someone at the scene could definitely crack Du Yan's supernatural abilities.
However, the person who can crack the code is waiting for everyone else to fail before going on stage to reap the rewards.
Of course, it's hard to say how many people are waiting to reap the rewards.
The group was discussing it.
Suddenly, a mist dissipated from the arena.
The center was the spot where Song Qinghuan was standing.
The arena beneath her feet was gradually covered by ice crystals, and the mist was gradually dissipated.
"Holy crap? Song Qinghuan's ability isn't just freezing people?"
"This is a domain-type ability, and its level is definitely higher than Du Yan's."
"How can Su Yu fight back?!"
"Don't worry, it's not our place to worry about that."
In the fog, Du Yan, who thought he was invincible, was also stunned.
He couldn't wait for Song Qinghuan to completely dispel the fog.
Using the mist to shift his form, he suddenly appeared behind Song Qinghuan.
The long sword pierced the air, pointing directly at Song Qinghuan's head.
The Battle Hall arena has a most magical feature.
When a fighter in the ring is truly in mortal danger, it will automatically trigger a protection mechanism.
Just when Du Yan thought his attack would succeed and trigger the War Hall's protection mechanism.
With her back to him, Song Qinghuan shifted slightly to the left, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.
The next second, she took the opportunity to move closer.
A white ice spear was thrown, turning the tables and stabbing towards Du Yan's head.
Du Yan dared not be presumptuous and quickly retreated, disappearing into the mist.
"Holy crap, that was close!"
"Song Qinghuan is so calm! No wonder she's Su Yu's girlfriend."
"This looks like it's going to be a great show!!!"
On the arena, Song Qinghuan continued to dispel the fog.
Du Yan knew that he didn't have many opportunities to launch a surprise attack using the fog.
Therefore, they dared not hesitate at all.
He immediately mobilized his qi and blood, and began to launch a frenzied sword attack.
Sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down.
It seemed as if a fatal sword could strike from any direction at any moment, surrounding Song Qinghuan.
Under this offensive.
Song Qinghuan demonstrated the Mysterious Steps martial arts technique to everyone for the first time.
Du Yan's sword strikes were deadly, but each time he missed by just a few centimeters.
Thrust, flick, slash, sweep...
His attacks became more and more frequent.
Song Qinghuan's figure became increasingly ghostly.
At this moment, the spectators slowly came to their senses.
Su Yu's elusive footwork is also something Song Qinghuan can do.
She maintained a dodging posture throughout Du Yan's attacks.
As his Qi and blood were depleted, Du Yan's speed slowed down significantly.
Song Qinghuan began to retaliate with her gun.
The spear thrust forward with precision, while ice spikes attacked from the side.
On the arena, the situation changed in an instant.
A cold glint flashed in Song Qinghuan's blue eyes.
Seize the opportunity when Du Yan loses his footing due to the slippery ground.
A single shot pointed straight at the heart.
Du Yan wanted to retaliate, but suddenly more ice spikes were shot at his eyes.
On the ground, icy spikes, also radiating a chill, suddenly rose up.
A certain death trap.
Song Qinghuan thrust her spear into Du Yan's chest, just before it pierced his heart.
A beam of light appeared on the arena, and Du Yan instantly appeared below the arena.
He clutched his chest, and Wei Yikun appeared beside him to treat his wounds.
Song Qinghuan put away her spear, clasped her hands in a fist salute to him, and said, "I'm sorry, classmate."
Du Yan waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm not as skilled as others."
Song Qinghuan successfully became the champion of the eighth arena.
She then glanced at the crowd below the stage, as if to say, "You can come up and challenge me now."
No one stepped forward around the number eight arena for a moment.
Her superpowers, her martial arts technique of the "Mysterious Steps," and her marksmanship.
This made everyone hesitate.
Even if we defeat her at this point, it will definitely be a Pyrrhic victory.
"So, do these two really have the ability to be in the top ten?" someone murmured.
Seeing that no one was challenging her for the time being, Song Qinghuan turned her attention to the number one arena.
At this moment, the atmosphere on Arena Number One was so strange that everyone fell silent.
On the high platform.
The admissions directors looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Isn't this the most outrageous scene in the ring competition in decades?" Deng Ji asked curiously.
The answer she received was from Fan Senluo, who was ahead of her: "It's more than just a few decades."
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