Chapter 41

**Chapter 41: A Certain Dog in Legend**  

Bibi Dong's mental power locked onto Zhi Lin instantly. Even in the thick fog and the pitch-black night, he appeared vividly clear to her senses. With a sharp exhale, she shot an arrow composed of a spider's leg from her mouth.  

*Swish...* The arrow zipped through the gaps between countless vines, aimed squarely at Zhi Lin. His face darkened as his fifth soul ring flared to life, activating his skill, *Green Vine Shelter.*  

Countless vines erupted from the ground, twisting around him to form a thick, sky-blue barrier.  

*Swish, swish, swish...* Several more arrows pierced through the outer vines, embedding themselves in the wall of blue vines. Each arrow hit a different spot, revealing Bibi Dong's fluid and relentless repositioning as she sought an opening.  

Though she maintained her assault, she couldn't shake off the frustration of dealing with the sticky vines that pursued her like clinging candy. However, her constant movement bore fruit—she had managed to close the gap to just five meters.  

Amid the intense battle, a sudden shout erupted from the audience: "Dong'er, come on! I believe you can win!"  

The voice was so jarring that even Zhao Ling, observing the match, turned to identify the source. Among the crowd stood a young man of average appearance but an air of peculiarity. His missing teeth caused an occasional whistle in his speech, making his fervent cheering even more noticeable.  

The spectators around him looked on with a mix of confusion and pity. This wasn't just any spectator; it was the same young man who had been thoroughly humiliated by Bibi Dong in a previous match. His persistence in cheering her on seemed absurd.  

The audience whispered amongst themselves: "Isn't he the unlucky guy who got beaten by her just the other day? Why does he keep chasing after her?"  

Some found it amusing: "You're from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, a direct rival of the Spirit Hall. Why are you so fixated on her? Are you planning to defect?" 

Even the person managing the Great Fighting Soul Arena shook his head, thinking: "Let him figure things out on his own. Maybe getting beaten a few more times will help him understand reality."  

Meanwhile, on the stage, Bibi Dong's focus was momentarily disrupted by the voice. Her brows furrowed as a spark of recognition crossed her face. 'That voice... It's not Zhao Ling. It's that idiot Yu Xiaogang.'  

A cold, murderous expression surfaced. 'This guy just doesn't know when to quit, does he? Yesterday was so peaceful without him around, and now he's back to being a nuisance.'  

Her irritation proved costly. A vine suddenly snaked up, entangling her right leg. Before she could react, Zhi Lin activated his fourth soul skill, *Green Ivy Parasitism.* The vines sought to embed parasitic seeds into her leg, aiming to slow her down and inflict pain.  

Bibi Dong's expression tightened as she quickly deployed her *Thorn Spider Armor* again, consuming more of her soul power. Her body became enveloped in sharp, meter-long spikes, severing the encroaching vines and blocking the parasitic seeds.  

"Hu, hu..." She knelt on one knee, her breathing labored. 'A moment of distraction, and I nearly fell into his trap.' If Zhi Lin's parasitic skill had succeeded, the match would have been over for her.  

She grimly assessed her situation. Her soul power had dropped below 50%, while Zhi Lin, with his superior rank and endurance, likely still had ample reserves. She needed to end the fight quickly.  

Through the fog, she cast a venomous glare in Yu Xiaogang's direction. Her eyes burned with fury. 'You'll pay for this. Just wait until I finish this match.'  

After calming herself, Bibi Dong launched a relentless, decisive assault on Zhi Lin. Her resolve was unshaken. She had promised her beastly mentor victory in every match and would not tolerate failure. This was not just a battle—it was her declaration to break through the darkness and seize the light for her future.  

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As the battle raged on, Zhao Ling's attention shifted to Yu Xiaogang, who was still obnoxiously cheering. A sly smile spread across Zhao Ling's face. Estimating the distance to be less than 100 meters, he used his unique damage transfer ability.  

With Ah Yin held snugly in his left arm, Zhao Ling raised his right hand and delivered a loud, self-inflicted slap across his face.  

*Pah!* The sound echoed, and at the same moment, Yu Xiaogang felt an inexplicable, stinging blow to his cheek.  

He stumbled backward, his vision darkening as he hit the ground with a dull thud. For a moment, he swore his neck had snapped.  

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