Watching Ye Qiu ascend into the air above the central arena,
Huo Wu felt that Ye Qiu was simply unfathomable. Every battle brought new discoveries.
Just how strong was he?!
Even Emperor Xue Ye and the others on the VIP platform showed expressions of astonishment.
Only Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe remained relatively calm.
Ning Fengzhi smiled .
He was certain that no matter how hard Salas and the others racked their brains, they wouldn't be able to figure out that Ye Qiu actually possessed twin martial souls.
Moreover, the second martial soul was actually his younger sister, Xiao Lan.
In this way
, he could worry less about Ye Qiu's safety.
After all, twin martial souls were extremely rare in the entire history of the continent.
Turning his head to look at Salas,
Ning Fengzhi frowned again.
He felt that
Salas's expression was a bit off.
Why was he looking at Ye Qiu with such an air of entitlement?
Could it be that he knew about Ye Qiu's twin martial souls?
Impossible.
Of all the people Ye Qiu mentioned, they were either family or loved ones; absolutely no one would expose his secret.
Salas certainly couldn't know about Ye Qiu's twin martial souls.
He just suddenly realized.
No wonder the Pope valued Ye Qiu so much
, even forcing himself to give a death order.
Ye Qiu couldn't be harmed in the slightest, and anyone who injured him had to die.
Even if he couldn't defeat them, he had to fight to the death.
If all else failed, he had to report it
to his superiors.
Salas even thought the Pope would personally intervene and kill anyone who injured Ye Qiu.
After all, in the Spirit Hall, her word was law.
Emperor Xue Ye couldn't help but ask Ning Fengzhi,
"Sect Master Ning, may I ask... do you know why Ye Qiu uses someone else's soul skills?"
"Haha. Your Majesty, although he is my son-in-law, I only have a vague understanding of his methods, but please believe him, this championship will definitely belong to the Empire."
Ning Fengzhi chuckled.
He didn't want to expose Ye Qiu's twin martial souls.
Originally, he wanted to say that Ye Qiu could copy other people's soul skills.
However, this secret involved the death of the young patriarch of the Power Clan. If it were leaked, it might be associated with certain people. Even if the possibility was small, Ning Fengzhi couldn't take the risk.
He had already
arranged for Ning Rongrong's engagement banquet with Ye Qiu as soon as possible at her request. No matter what, he couldn't let Ye Qiu be harmed.
Otherwise,
wouldn't his good daughter have to live a life of widowhood?
"Is that so? Then I'll have to look forward to it."
Emperor Xueye could naturally see that Ning Fengzhi was hiding something, but he didn't delve into it.
If Ye Qiu really won the championship
, his relationship with Ning Fengzhi might take another step forward.
This time,
Salas didn't refute or question Ning Fengzhi's words.
Ye Qiu had gained the Pope's appreciation.
He was too busy currying favor with Ye Qiu to speak ill of him behind his back.
Son-in-law?!
Qian Renxue, who looked like Xue Qinghe,
was quite displeased when she heard Ning Fengzhi's words.
Her eyes were fixed on Ye Qiu above the central arena, a sour feeling welling up inside her.
That bastard
…
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhu, Ye Lingling, and Liu Erlong, the three girls remaining in the spectator area, were thinking about something else entirely.
The three girls exchanged glances.
Jiang Zhu paused, then awkwardly shifted her gaze to the central arena.
This matter… didn't seem to concern her.
"Sister Erlong, should we tell Ye Qiu about this?"
Ye Lingling looked strangely in the direction of the Blazing Fire Academy. Could it be that Ye Qiu had stolen that woman's heart just by touching her chest?
That's too unbelievable!
"Tell him. It's already spread so far; he'll find out sooner or later."
Liu Erlong helplessly rubbed her forehead.
He raised his eyes to continue watching the battle unfolding on the central arena.
...
Above the central arena.
Eight figures stood in mid-air.
"Ye Qiu, I thought I had overestimated you enough, but it seems I underestimated you. I didn't expect you could actually fly."
A hint of seriousness and curiosity flashed in Feng Xiaotian's eyes.
"Can you tell me... your martial soul is clearly an eye, but why can you fly?"
"The type of martial soul and the soul skills it acquires don't seem to have any necessary connection, right?"
Ye Qiu casually shrugged.
Even Oscar's sausages can sprout wings, so making his eyes float isn't impossible, is it?
However, out of respect for the other party, Ye Qiu answered Feng Xiaotian's question with a half-truth.
"This can be considered one of my soul skills."
Hearing Ye Qiu's ambiguous answer, Feng Xiaotian frowned.
Then he nodded.
"That's right, you're right, thank you. Next, I hope you can bring us more surprises!"
"I will!"
Ye Qiu affirmed.
After all, his goal was to copy Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill.
What kind of expression will Feng Xiaotian have then?
It'll definitely be interesting, right?
"Then let's continue! Brothers, charge!"
Feng Xiaotian's face revealed fighting spirit as he took the lead and charged towards Ye Qiu.
Seeing Ye Qiu also charging towards him,
Feng Xiaotian's gaze sharpened.
He immediately extended his wolf claws, unleashing a double dragon strike, aiming for Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu, similarly, didn't use any other soul skills, but instead slashed out with both hands simultaneously, heading straight for Feng Xiaotian's wolf claws.
At this moment, they both chose to fight using their own soul power, rather than soul skills.
From this alone,
Ye Qiu saw Feng Xiaotian's confidence.
Despite his confidence, Feng Xiaotian didn't dare to meet Ye Qiu's gaze; he remembered Huo Wu's warning.
Instead, he used the wolf head that grew from his shoulder to observe Ye Qiu's movements.
A soul master's soul power is limited.
No matter which soul skill is used, it will consume a certain amount of soul power.
However, if it's just hand-to-hand combat, the soul power consumption will be much less.
When evenly matched opponents clash...
Generally, whoever uses their soul skill first is at a disadvantage.
But this was clearly not the case.
Feng Xiaotian wasn't using his soul skill; he was simply coordinating with his teammates.
He was conserving his soul power, letting his teammates force Ye Qiu to use his soul skill, thus weakening Ye Qiu.
Then, he would finish him off.
Ye Qiu's right hand slashed at Feng Xiaotian's right hand.
Feng Xiaotian flipped his wrist, and his sharp wolf claws had already gripped Ye Qiu's palm.
He possessed a beast spirit, which, under normal circumstances, would obviously provide a much stronger boost than Ye Qiu's.
However, Ye Qiu's body had undergone numerous trials.
Moreover, he had copied Tang San's Xuan Yu Hand.
They were simply incomparable.
When his wolf claws gripped Ye Qiu's right hand, even Feng Xiaotian himself was somewhat surprised.
He firmly believed that, given their similar levels,
if he could injure Ye Qiu's hand, he would likely win the battle.
But the outcome of the clash was beyond his expectations.