Chapter 127: Zhu Zhuqing's Shock, Mysterious Youth (10)

"Whether it's Silvergrass or cotton, most control-type martial souls are related to plants," Wang Feng continued. "Any plant-type martial soul is susceptible to fire unless it has a fire-resistant soul skill. However, having such a soul skill means a significant compromise in terms of control."

"You don't possess a fire attribute attack-type soul skill, but lacking such a skill doesn't mean you can't achieve a similar effect. In this Great Spirit Arena, there are no rules against carrying items. Most Soul Masters only use their martial souls in battles, which, in my opinion, is quite monotonous. Something like this firestone may not seem threatening to many, but in your hands, it can unleash a formidable power."

"Your claws are comparable to ordinary iron tools. By striking the firestone with your claws, you can ignite it. One flame might not pose a threat, but what if you use several?" Wang Feng took out a handful of firestones.

"..." Zhu Zhuqing remained silent.

"If you use your claws to strike the firestone, sending it down to the ground, that Soul Master, wrapped up like a dumpling in his cotton, will burn instantly. Blue Silver Grass works the same way," Wang Feng continued. "In your battle with Tang San, if you had a dozen firestones and struck them against the vine-formed walls he created, the landscape he used to trap you would have been useless. This simple item is your weapon against control-type Soul Masters like Tang San!"

"..." Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.

Wang Feng smiled and whispered, "If all else fails, carry a small bottle of oil. Sprinkle it on Blue Silver Grass or cotton, throw a firestone, and watch them go up in flames."

Zhu Zhuqing, after hearing this, was completely astonished. She never thought battles could be approached in such a way. Indeed, items like firestones and oil were common, used by ordinary civilians in their daily lives.

"In this Great Spirit Arena, Soul Masters can use any means in battles. As long as you can win, the same applies to future fights. So, you need to have a versatile mindset, not just fixating on the power of your martial soul. Sometimes, a small item in different hands..."

Wang Feng paused for a moment and continued, "Its impact can be infinitely magnified!"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded heavily, her eyes showing a hint of admiration as she looked at Wang Feng, who was currently wearing a mask.

Such combat experience was something she had never encountered. Jokes aside, considering Wang Feng's six years of battle experience and his identity as a transmigrator, he possessed remarkable insights and a unique perspective. Compared to Tang San, he was much stronger, especially since Tang San was just a transmigrator from ancient times.

Wang Feng, being a modern man, was influenced by a wealth of modern knowledge, even if most of it was fading from his memory.

In the Great Spirit Arena, where battles relied solely on martial souls, unique strategies like using hidden weapons were virtually non-existent.

"Thank you," Zhu Zhuqing said, her tone still cold.

Wang Feng shook his head, then descended.

Just as Wang Feng walked away, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly frowned. There was no broadcast about the ongoing battle below. Abruptly, the curtains on the observation area's glass window automatically fell, concealing the view of the Spirit Arena.

"What's going on?" Zhu Zhuqing was surprised and hurriedly asked the responsible person at the counter.

"Sorry, the next battle is a special match, and outsiders are prohibited from watching," the staff member explained awkwardly. "It seems your companion has been selected. You can hope for his good luck. Winning a match like this earns a significant amount of points."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned; a special match? She had never heard of such a thing!

At that moment, when Wang Feng descended from the Spirit Arena, the surrounding audience dispersed, leaving not a single person.

Shortly after, the curtains around the observation area were drawn shut.

Silence prevailed without any commotion.

Only the lights around the arena illuminated the scene.

Before long, a masked youth, also clad in white armor, entered from the opposite side.

The youth had a perfect physique, and the winged mask exposed only a pair of faint golden eyes, emanating a sense of nobility and majesty.

"Sorl, endure three moves, and you can leave this place," a melodious and cold voice echoed.

"...," Wang Feng gazed at her.

After a moment of contemplation, he guessed what was happening, and slowly uttered, "Are you related to Li Jian?"

Hearing this, the youth was slightly stunned, seemingly surprised that the other party was so astute.

Nevertheless, she calmly said, "Are you ready?"

Her tone carried an imperial aura and dignity.

"Interesting," Wang Feng said, glancing at the Great Spirit Arena.

This arena wasn't simple—it didn't belong to any faction, but that didn't mean it couldn't be controlled.

During his first visit, he defeated Li Jian, the talented Soul Master, with a single move. Unexpectedly, the forces behind Li Jian came to reclaim their honor in this Great Spirit Arena!

Moreover, the arrangement was so mysterious!

No one was allowed to witness the battle!

Clearly, the youth didn't want anyone to know her identity.

Such mystery hinted at an extraordinary background!

"What's your name?" Wang Feng frowned.

This youth emitted an odd vibe.

"Endure five moves, and I'll tell you," the youth lightly chuckled, finding it somewhat amusing.

Wang Feng smiled.

His laughter echoed!

In an instant, he disappeared on the spot!

A sonic boom echoed in the air!

As if a racing car had been charging up for a long time and finally roared to life!

In the enclosed arena, a series of sounds reverberated!

In the blink of an eye, Wang Feng's fist struck towards the youth!

However, the youth neither dodged nor evaded but simply activated a pair of wings that emitted a gentle glow, entering a special state.

Boom!

Wang Feng's punch landed directly on the white-clad youth, creating ripples of shockwaves, yet it hit nothing!

The shockwaves stirred up a wave of air.

The youth skillfully avoided the attack.

She didn't use any Soul Skills, Soul Power, or even her martial soul!

However, her speed wasn't much slower than Wang Feng's. Evidently, her level was exceptionally high!

"Hmm?" Wang Feng was slightly taken aback. Even with the Xuanming Armor activated, his speed was at least on par with a level 50 Agility Attack system.

Avoiding so effortlessly meant that this youth's level was even higher than that!

"Fast and strong. No wonder Li Jian was defeated. Even if he fought you with all his strength, he would still be defeated by you. It's not unjust..." The youth's entire body emitted a faint glow.

"Unfortunately, if you think you can withstand three moves with just this strength, it's not realistic."

"Show me your true strength."

The youth looked at Wang Feng from a distance, their voice cold, making it hard to discern their gender.

Wang Feng squinted. This youth seemed formidable.

Considering her age, she appeared to be around twenty, with a level likely exceeding 60, at least?

"True strength..."

Wang Feng pondered for a moment, discreetly retracting the Xuanming Armor, and chuckled, "Since you're not revealing your martial soul, I won't reveal mine..."

As the words fell!

He vanished once again!

This time, the entire Spirit Arena resonated with a series of explosions!

On the ground, masses of mist surged!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Feng appeared in front of the youth!

His speed had increased several times over!

In the youth's eyes, a clear hint of astonishment surfaced...