Chapter 38: Defeating the Strong with the Weak, Tear Your Mouth Open!

"Second Soul Skill, Mournful Wind Whistling."

The Qingluan Spirit let out bursts of Luan cries, crisp and pleasant to the ear.

For Spirit Masters with weaker mental strength, it was easy to fall into it.

The Xiong brothers were caught off guard as expected; their perception was paralyzed, and they could no longer track Wu Qi's constantly flickering figure.

Wu Qi's goal was very clear; the Crane Cloud Wings were unfurled under the cover of the Luan Wing, and with the help of a high speed boost, his figure moved like a ghost, streaking across the arena and pointing his spearhead directly at Xiong Er.

"Second brother!" Xiong Da widened his eyes.

With his perception paralyzed and his limbs unresponsive, it would take some time if he wanted to move forward to support.

Noticing his performance, Wu Qi thought to himself, "As expected."

How could an older brother who cared so much for his younger brother be willing to put him in the line of fire?

As long as Xiong Da only wanted to come and support, Ning Rongrong's situation would be absolutely safe.

The continuous amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit was crucial to the outcome of this Spirit Fighting match, and Wu Qi did not want to "lose" Ning Rongrong right from the start!

The sharpened wings slashed down repeatedly.

Xiong Er's perception was paralyzed, and his limbs struggled to cope with the swift and fierce offensive.

In just a single breath, several wounds from the sharp blades appeared on his body, bleeding incessantly.

Wu Qi deactivated his Second Soul Skill, and the mental control effect gradually faded.

As the numbness vanished, Xiong Da quickly came to support.

"First Soul Skill, Crazy Bear Crushing Fist."

As a strength-type Spirit Master, the force of this punch could not be underestimated.

If it were before, Wu Qi would not have chosen to meet it head-on.

With Ning Rongrong's Strength Amplification, Wu Qi's fighting style became bold.

He kicked out with his right leg, blocking Xiong Da's Crushing Fist. Leveraging the momentum of the punch, he retreated to the rear.

Xiong Da did not rush to pursue, turning instead to check on Xiong Er's injuries, his expression growing increasingly grim.

He seemed to understand that the target Wu Qi chose to attack was not because he looked down on Xiong Er's soul power level, but because he had grasped his weak point.

The opponent was very certain that he would not take the initiative to attack Ning Rongrong; otherwise, the one to take the initiative would definitely be the one to suffer.

Such terrifying insight was definitely not something an ordinary genius could possess.

Wu Qi's true strength was inversely proportional to the name of his team!

……

The audience's stance shifted with the changes in the match.

Wu Qi displayed extraordinary strength, playing the two opponents in the palm of his hand, which immediately drew high praise from the audience.

Some were also confused: "With such strong ability, why choose such a team name?"

Warm Heart Nest—at a glance, it was full of girlishness.

Seeing Ning Rongrong on the arena, many in the audience immediately understood.

The match continued.

In the first round of exchanges, Wu Qi gained the advantage, but for the overall battle, it was negligible.

As a Spirit Master, Xiong Er's vitality was extremely tenacious; even with wounds bleeding constantly, his strength remained undiminished.

"Second Soul Skill, War Roar!"

Xiong Da and Xiong Er activated their soul skills simultaneously.

This was some kind of amplification soul skill; Wu Qi could sense the aura of the two brothers climbing twice.

It stood to reason that this Second Soul Skill could not only provide amplification to themselves but also radiate to teammates.

Wu Qi recalled a theory he had once seen in a book.

For biological brothers/sisters with an extremely close relationship, besides the possibility of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, there was also the possibility of complementary soul skills, similar to a pack buff in the games of his past life.

The Wild Bear Combination had achieved consecutive victories, and it was definitely not by luck, but by hard-earned strength.

Wu Qi attacked again, aiming directly at Xiong Da, wanting to test the opponent's strength after receiving the amplification.

"Wing Blade Slash!"

The sharpened wings slashed out violently, the sound of breaking wind crisp and pleasant.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Xiong Da's mouth as he reached out his claws to catch the attack.

"Kid, you are the most talented person I have ever seen in my life, but unfortunately, you haven't grown up yet."

"Today, let us two brothers teach you a good lesson!"

Regarding geniuses, there was envy and jealousy in Xiong Da's eyes, but more than that, it was a desire for victory.

Wu Qi's heart sank.

This all-around amplification made Xiong Da's strength no less than that of an ordinary Soul Ancestor, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

But he was not at his wit's end.

Executing the Spirit Luan Sky-Empty Art, the rapid slashing of the wing blades held back Xiong Da's offensive.

This was a two-on-two Spirit Fighting match, and Wu Qi had only restrained one person!

The two brothers exchanged glances, and Xiong Er immediately stepped forward, intending to eliminate Ning Rongrong.

Wu Qi was secretly delighted.

Xiong Da did not suspect his change of target, and Xiong Er seemed to trust the former implicitly.

Seeing the opponent expose his back, Wu Qi prepared for a sneak attack.

Seeing Xiong Er charging toward her, Ning Rongrong took a step back.

She did not rush to exit the arena, still hoping in her heart that Wu Qi could resolve the crisis for her.

As Xiong Er approached step by step, Wu Qi made no move to help her out of the predicament, and Ning Rongrong understood that it was time for her to leave the stage.

Just before Xiong Er's claws were about to strike, her right foot stepped out of the arena's boundary, and the referee immediately announced that she was eliminated.

Xiong Er pulled back his attack in time.

Attacking a contestant who has already been eliminated is a major taboo; if he were to encounter an unsympathetic referee, he would also be ruled eliminated.

Good opportunity!

The Spirit Phoenix Martial Sky Art had already stacked up immense power, and Wu Qi broke free from Xiong Da's entanglement, rushing rapidly toward Xiong Er's back.

"Watch out!" Xiong Da shouted a warning.

Xiong Er turned around in a panic, but in an instant, Wu Qi had already arrived in front of him.

"Third Soul Skill, Storm Surge!"

The Spirit Phoenix wings flapped rapidly, whipping up a powerful Violent Gale with Xiong Er's body at the center.

With no time to resist, Xiong Er's body was swept into it.

The Violent Gale was like a blade; trapped within it, the wounds on Xiong Er's body were continuously torn open, and he was eventually thrown out of the arena's boundary, falling to the ground.

The wounds on his body were not too serious, but a long gash had been cut at his mouth, extending to his cheek.

Clearly, this was Wu Qi's response to his insolent words!

Ning Rongrong was overjoyed, standing below the arena and clapping continuously.

Both sides had each eliminated one person, and the arena battle turned into a one-on-one.

At the same time, the Amplification Soul Skills of both sides faded, and what followed was a duel of raw strength.

Wu Qi was not certain whether the opponent possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, so eliminating one of them first would completely dismantle that trump card.

Xiong Da's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and he said with a burning gaze, "Kid, you shouldn't have, you really shouldn't have wounded Xiong Er like this!"

Scars on the body can be covered by clothes, but scars on the face cannot!

Wu Qi responded indifferently, "He should learn to grow, rather than relying on the strength of you, his older brother, to act as an accomplice to evil!"

In one-on-one battles against opponents of the same level, Wu Qi had never once tasted defeat.

But he did not become arrogant or complacent because of this, nor did he underestimate his enemy.

In the subsequent battle against Xiong Da, his performance was extremely brilliant, almost pushing his own advantages to the limit.

"Short-legs" Xiong Da could not touch him at all, and was even led by the nose the entire time.

The match had no suspense; five minutes later, Xiong Da voluntarily conceded, ending the match.

The scenario of the weak defeating the strong was truly worthy of a power-fantasy script.

There is nothing the audience loves more than a match like this.

For a moment, thunderous cheers erupted from beneath the arena.

Qiangu Changkong in the spectator stands had a fiery gaze.

What Wu Qi could do, he would surely be able to do in the future!

(End of this chapter)