Battle Armor covered his entire body, and Qian Wu's Soul Power surged as the phantom of the Behemoth reappeared behind the armor.
This time, the giant beast's eyes burned with a bloodthirsty red light, reflecting the patterns flowing on the Battle Armor.
The terrifying pressure made the air around the arena feel almost frozen.
"Arthur, I was careless just now."
Qian Wu raised his hands and clenched them into fists, which let out a crisp metallic clang as they collided.
"But now, with my Battle Armor equipped, I'll show you the true extent of the gap between us!"
Before his voice had even faded, the spirit rings beneath his feet suddenly flared.
Five spirit rings—purple, purple, purple, black, black—lit up in sequence. The black light of the fifth spirit ring was particularly dense, creating a sharp contrast with the gold of the Battle Armor.
The Behemoth phantom let out a deafening roar, and Qian Wu vanished from his spot, leaving behind a golden afterimage.
So fast!
Arthur's eyes narrowed.
Is this the speed of a Spirit Saint?
It really is a qualitative change compared to a Spirit Emperor.
Arthur couldn't see his opponent's movements at all.
The ahoge on top of his head stood straight up.
At this moment, he cleared his mind and left everything to his Intuition.
In the next second, Qian Wu appeared in front of Arthur, his armored fist striking toward Arthur's face with power that seemed to tear through space.
Yet, as if he had foreknowledge, Arthur shifted his footing in advance, his body moving as light as willow catkins to dodge the heavy blow.
The wind from the punch grazed his short golden hair and smashed into the ground behind him, creating a massive crater and sending debris flying.
Qian Wu's punch missed, a flicker of shock crossing his eyes.
"You dodged once, but can you dodge a second, third, or fourth time?" he roared, his fists accelerating even further.
Countless fist shadows, carrying an Aura that could destroy everything, rained down on Arthur.
Arthur's footwork became even faster, like a firefly in the wind, narrowly avoiding every attack at the last possible moment.
As Qian Wu's punches fell as thick as a rainstorm, Arthur's stats were being crushed across the board, making Instant Light Meteorite useless.
He was currently using the Body Techniques he had roughly learned from Mu Ye.
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and the others watched anxiously, wanting to help but finding no opening. They couldn't even track where the two were.
One moment Arthur and Qian Wu collided at the edge of the arena, and the next, they appeared in the center.
Their afterimages filled the entire venue.
In a private box, Mu Ye stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes fixed on Arthur's movements.
He didn't feel much emotion about his disciple being at a disadvantage. It was just a match, and the opponent was fifteen; winning or losing didn't mean everything.
What truly kept him mesmerized were the decisions Arthur made while defending against Qian Wu.
Every movement demonstrated a perfect mastery of the Body Techniques Mu Ye had taught him.
"A true peerless Genius."
Beside him, Agravaine remained silent, focusing most of his attention on the entire Tianhai Alliance Grand Competition venue to prevent any accidents.
In another box, Cai Yueer clearly breathed a sigh of relief after Qian Wu successfully donned his Battle Armor. Looking at the current situation, she smiled lightly and said, "The outcome is decided."
"However, that boy Qian Wu was so careless. He should be punished after the match."
"No," an ethereal voice spoke. It belonged to a slender woman who looked to be in her thirties.
She wore an aqua-green long dress, its holy hem shimmering with a faint light and radiating the Aura of life.
Her dark green hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, making her beautiful face appear even more elegant and refined.
This was the Holy Spirit Douluo, Ya Li.
"It doesn't seem that simple." Looking at Arthur in the arena, she felt something was off.
Hearing this, Cai Yueer turned her head slightly, dismissive.
With such a gap, she wouldn't believe anyone unless Yun Ming himself said Arthur had a chance of winning... As time passed, the massive difference in strength eventually pushed Arthur's dodging to its limit.
A gust of wind from a punch grazed his shoulder, and intense pain immediately flared up. Cold sweat dripped down as his short golden hair was blown into a mess by the gale.
Qian Wu seized the opportunity.
The black light of his fourth spirit ring surged, and his fists split into dozens of afterimages, striking at Arthur's vital points like a dense downpour.
Arthur used Soul Power Release, increasing his speed even further. Relying on his Intuition, he twisted his body frantically, each evasion becoming increasingly perilous.
The wind from a fist brushed past his throat, and he could feel a bone-chilling cold.
Just as Arthur's toes left the ground, the spot where he had been standing was pulverized into a deep crater.
In their previous exchanges, he had tried to block with his Holy Sword, but Qian Wu's strength was far beyond imagination; it had numbed his arm and nearly disrupted his Soul Power.
Having learned his lesson, Qian Wu went all out, giving no openings as he relentlessly pursued Arthur.
"I miscalculated..."
Arthur had initially just wanted to see what the power of a Spirit Saint was like, but he had ended up in a predicament.
He had figured that since he had a good grasp of Wu Zhangkong's strength as a Peak Spirit Emperor, it would be manageable.
A Spirit Saint shouldn't be too much different.
He hadn't expected such a massive gap between a Spirit Saint and a Spirit Emperor.
"It's over!"
Qian Wu shouted as the Behemoth phantom smashed down with overwhelming momentum.
Arthur was about to dodge.
Suddenly, Na'er's small figure streaked forward like a white rainbow, appearing in front of Arthur.
Her small pink fists were clenched, and a golden halo suddenly erupted around her. The Behemoth phantom's overwhelming pressure had no effect on her at all.
"Brother Arthur."
"I'm here to help you!"
Her crisp voice carried an unquestionable resolve as she threw a punch directly at the incoming attack.
"Bang!"
The golden fist glow collided violently with Qian Wu's.
Na'er's tiny figure stood in sharp contrast to his towering frame.
A terrifying shockwave of energy instantly swept across the arena, causing the Soul Guidance Barrier to ripple.
Qian Wu felt that the opponent's strength was exactly equal to his own—perfectly matched.
The violent collision was skillfully neutralized.
At this moment, Qian Wu began to question his life, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"There's another expert?!"
Arthur seized the chance, grabbing Na'er and retreating rapidly.
"Na'er, great block!"
"I've got you covered, Brother Arthur."
After creating some distance, Arthur stood firm and raised the Excalibur above his head.
"Thirteen Restraints Release, Round Table Resolution begins!"
The moment his words fell, a golden ripple suddenly emanated from him, spreading outward like a stone dropped into a lake.
Wherever it passed, holy power spread out like a tsunami, instantly enveloping the battered arena in golden light.
Specks of golden light rose from the ground, holy and ethereal, converging into twelve beams of light.
Arthur's Holy Sword was his Martial Soul. The Thirteen Restraints within it were merely a program, lacking the consciousness of the Knights of the Round Table.
"This is bad..."
Such a scene, filled with special effects, was obviously powerful. There was no way Qian Wu would just stand by and watch.
He wanted to interrupt, but he suddenly found himself locked down by an incredibly high-level power, unable to move.
"I'm screwed..."
Based on this alone, Qian Wu knew that the situation had seemingly undergone an instantaneous Reversal.
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