Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul

Tu Baihong turned his head and glanced at Gu Fengxian.

Immediately after, a wide grin spread across his face as he burst into laughter, "Good, Senior Gu, I’ll play with him first. Later, you can harvest his little life..."

As Tu Baihong’s words fell, within the East Campus camp, the disciples were stirred up, each one watching Tu Baihong crush Qin Qing with unbridled excitement.

"That Qin Qing had just defeated Du Sen, and those West Courtyard trash were all cheering, weren’t they?"

"Hehe... this slap in the face is really harsh."

"Those West Courtyard trash are just like that, thinking Qin Qing could stand up for the West Courtyard? That’s all there is to it!"

These East Campus disciples were all discussing animatedly.

On the West Courtyard side, everyone fell into a helpless silence.

"It seems Junior Qin still can’t match Tu Baihong. Should we just call it?" Pei Zhenshan frowned worriedly, ready to declare Qin Qing’s surrender directly.

"Wait a bit longer!"

However, Mo Nian slightly shook his head, "Junior Qin may be in a passive situation, but he hasn’t been defeated yet. He’s still holding on. If he wants to surrender, he’ll surrender on his own!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I also think we should wait a bit longer!" Jiang Ruorong lightly nodded her exquisite head.

In her eyes, a star-like glimmer flashed by, and soon after, a hint of mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"This junior brother is really just as I imagined..."

Jiang Ruorong had already seen it.

Similarly, Bai Qiuhe soon noticed the subtle signs.

Because of the special nature of their Martial Souls, they could see some traits of other people’s Martial Souls.

At that moment, they could see that within Qin Qing’s Martial Soul, the aura of Tu Baihong’s Martial Soul was gradually being absorbed and collected.

It was clear... Qin Qing was devouring Tu Baihong’s power!

On the Cloud Palace arena.

Qin Qing kept retreating, seemingly at the end of his tether, his expression exceedingly pained.

It looked as if he could fall at any moment.

"Hehe... aren’t you very formidable?"

Tu Baihong watched Qin Qing with glee, his fists continuously pounding.

Just as Qin Qing seemed about to fall, the Spiritual Power bursting from his body became even more turbulent, and his Martial Soul, the Magma Beast, was similarly ferocious, with surging magma spilling out around the Magma Beast as if pouring into the depths of the void.

At this time, Qin Qing was still retreating, staggering several times and nearly falling to the ground.

But Tu Baihong just lacked that final bit and always failed to defeat Qin Qing.

"How is this trash so tough?"

A frown began to form on Tu Baihong’s brow as he faintly sensed something amiss...

"Qin Qing, you might as well surrender yourself. I can’t be bothered to do it!"

Tu Baihong stopped, his eyes filled with confusion and surprise. At this moment, Qin Qing looked very wretched; his clothes were ragged, many parts burnt, and even his hair was scorched yellow and curled.

At the same time, many wounds of varying sizes appeared on his body, with faint signs of blood seeping out, and his breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished, to fall!

"Cough cough!"

Qin Qing spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his complexion pale.

"Tu Baihong, you want to defeat me? Your strength is still not enough!"

Qin Qing clenched his teeth, seeming to speak with resentful anger.

"Hehe, your stubbornness really is admirable!"

Armor flashing with blinding fiery light once more, Tu Baihong took deliberate steps toward Qin Qing.

Meanwhile, Qin Qing was still continuously absorbing the Soul Power from Tu Baihong’s body.

And as he absorbed this Soul Power, Qin Qing seemed to have also comprehended a part of the power of flames...

It was a very mysterious feeling, even giving Qin Qing the sensation that his Cultivation was directly improving.

This was also why he had been pretending to be unable to match Tu Baihong, all the while absorbing this power from him!

"Senior Tu, squash this trash!"

"Go all out, and don’t give this trash any more chances to act arrogant!"

"You clearly can’t defeat Senior Tu, so what are you pretending for? Senior Tu, use the sole of your foot to viciously trample that face of his that’s begging to be taught a lesson!"

The disciples from the East Campus awaiting their turn to fight couldn’t help but clench their fists and shout loudly at this moment.

"Alright!" Tu Baihong had already walked over to Qin Qing.

"So this punch, I’ll send you packing with it. If it weren’t for Senior Gu’s instructions to spare your life, this punch would’ve ended you!"

"Crimson Rock Fist!"

The deep roar erupted from Tu Baihong’s throat, and his Martial Soul roared somberly as well.

"Whoosh!"

He aimed a fierce punch right down onto Qin Qing’s head.

"Ah!"

Witnessing such a brutal scene, many subconsciously cried out in alarm.

Even some female disciples were so scared they covered their eyes with both hands!

It seemed like Qin Qing had lost all ability to resist; would this punch to his head cause it to explode instantly?

However, just as Tu Baihong’s punch was about to land, Qin Qing’s Martial Soul, the cyan bead, suddenly shone brightly.

Qin Qing, who had just seemed as if his light was about to be extinguished, suddenly burst forth in an explosion of energy.

"Bring it on!"

Qin Qing also clenched his left fist tightly and threw a punch directly at Tu Baihong’s incoming fist!

"Boom crack!"

A ferocious collision!

A terrifying sound ensued.

Then, one could see the flames around Tu Baihong being suddenly dispersed, with scorching crimson magma splattering everywhere and quickly extinguishing in the air.

And Tu Baihong, who had just appeared so arrogantly confident, was sent flying backward from the impact of the punch.

"Bang!"

He landed on the ground, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

This sudden turn of events left those shouting disciples from the East Campus standing stunned, mouths agape.

What happened?

"Impossible..."

"How could this be?"

Meanwhile, Qin Qing took a deep breath.

The fiery power he had absorbed from Tu Baihong now filled his entire body.

He felt his strength surge, but he needed a bit of time to fully assimilate this power that originally didn’t belong to him.

"You trash!"

Tu Baihong suddenly flipped himself up from the ground.

"You dared to ambush me!"

"If I hadn’t been careless, could you have hurt me at all?"

Tu Baihong glared at Qin Qing in anger, wiping the blood from his mouth.

He believed that Qin Qing had hurt him just now because he had not been prepared.

The disciples from the East Campus nodded in agreement.

"How could he possibly have repelled Senior Tu?"

"Senior Tu was careless. But now, he won’t give him another chance!"

"Senior Tu, don’t hold back anymore, defeat him to show these Western Courtyard trash just how pathetic they really are!"

Tu Baihong locked his gaze on Qin Qing, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and at that moment, a pair of crimson gloves appeared in his hands.

"Fourth Rank Spirit Soldier?"

Qin Qing’s gaze sharpened, as he could tell that the gloves Tu Baihong now wore were Fourth Rank Spirit Soldiers.

"You think I was ambushing you just now?" Qin Qing said with a mocking smile, "Then get ready, because up next, I’m going to ’ambush’ you again!"