Zhu Zhuqing stretched out her hand and shook hands with Ye Feng.
As Ye Feng willed it, the Xuanyuan Sword appeared.
The Xuanyuan Sword Spirit and the Nine Heart Mysterious Tang Spirit began to merge, and their spirit power fused together.
"Is it like this?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded and smiled.
"Last time, you took the lead. This time, let me be the main one. I want to feel it too."
"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing agreed.
The last time they fought in Soto City's Great Spirit Arena, they had also used their Martial Spirit Fusion Technique.
At that time, the Nine Heart Mysterious Tang and the Nether Spirit Cat merged, creating the Nine Heart Cat Saint—a fusion technique led by Zhu Zhuqing.
This time, it was the Xuanyuan Sword and the Nether Spirit Cat that fused.
"Martial Spirit Fusion Technique!"
Dai Weisi exclaimed.
He immediately leapt forward.
The Nether White Tiger pounced at Ye Feng and Zhu Zhuqing, aiming to interrupt their fusion.
Swoosh!
A sword shadow burst from the glowing fusion light and intercepted the Nether White Tiger.
As the light faded, a three-meter-tall figure appeared on the battlefield.
The giant was clad in purple-black armor, with only a pair of eyes visible.
In his hand, he wielded a massive, broad-bladed sword that emitted black, destructive energy.
The giant swung his sword and met the Nether White Tiger head-on.
Buzz!
The surge of spirit power sent the Nether White Tiger flying.
"Damn!"
From within the Nether White Tiger, Dai Weisi's exasperated voice rang out.
"They actually have a Martial Spirit Fusion Skill!"
Zhu Zhuyun's voice was equally grim.
"It's not just a Martial Spirit Fusion Skill—that giant sword carries the power of destruction."
The black gas emitted from the sword was not ordinary.
It was destructive energy—powerful enough to erode everything it touched.
Swoosh!
The giant suddenly moved.
Its speed was astonishing—faster than anyone could have imagined.
In the blink of an eye, it appeared before the Nether White Tiger.
Bang!
The giant delivered a ferocious kick, sending the Nether White Tiger, which weighed over ten tons, soaring through the air.
Bang!
The giant struck again, sending the Nether White Tiger crashing to another part of the ring.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The giant's rapid kicks and punches sent the Nether White Tiger flying across the arena—left, right, and even into the air.
As the Nether White Tiger reached its peak height, the giant suddenly appeared above it.
Boom!
With a downward punch, it sent the Nether White Tiger crashing into the ground.
The arena, which was strong enough to withstand the attacks of Spirit Emperors, cracked under the impact.
"What insane speed!"
Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in awe.
"It's comparable to a Spirit Saint from the Agility Attack System," Chen Xin commented.
"Its strength is just as remarkable," Bone Douluo Gu Rong added.
"So that's how it is."
Tang San's eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation.
"Ye Feng and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Spirit Fusion Technique not only carries the offensive power of the Xuanyuan Sword, but also inherits the Nether Spirit Cat's Nether Characteristics."
The word Nether perfectly described the giant's incredible speed and eerie movements.
This newly created Martial Spirit Fusion Technique was called the Nether Sword Saint.
It was a fusion skill led by Ye Feng.
"You lose."
Zhu Zhuqing's voice echoed from the Nether Sword Saint.
Roar!
The Nether White Tiger let out a defiant roar.
It tried to stand but struggled.
The previous attack from the Nether Sword Saint had shattered seven of Dai Weisi ribs.
Roar!
The Nether White Tiger roared again, unwilling to concede defeat.
It staggered and stood once more.
"Still trying?"
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
Swoosh!
The Nether Sword Saint soared into the sky.
From a height of over ten meters, it plummeted downward.
Boom!
With the force of a dive kick, the Nether Sword Saint stomped on the Nether White Tiger's back.
The Nether White Tiger, which had just stood up, was slammed into the ground again.
A mouthful of bright red blood spurted from the Nether White Tiger's mouth.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Zhu Zhuqing asked coldly.
Roar!
The Nether White Tiger roared defiantly again.
It attempted to stand.
But the Nether Sword Saint, pressing down on its back like a mountain, made it impossible for the White Tiger to move.
After struggling for ten seconds, the Nether White Tiger could no longer endure.
With a flash of light, Davis and Zhu Zhuyun appeared on the arena floor.
"It seems the winner is clear," the referee announced.
Zhu Zhuyun stared at Zhu Zhuqing with unwillingness in her eyes.
"Zhuqing, you're lucky," she muttered bitterly.
"You found a man stronger than Dai Mubai."
Even now, Zhu Zhuyun felt resentful.
Her gaze fell on Ye Feng.
At that moment, she felt it.
A strange sense of compatibility—the faint possibility of forming a Martial Spirit Fusion Technique with Ye Feng
If she had been the one to meet Ye Feng, she might have been the winner today, not Zhu Zhuqing.
Understanding her gaze, Ye Feng stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Zhu Zhuqing's waist.
With a slight pull, he drew her into his embrace.
"Ah!"
Zhu Zhuqing was caught off guard, her eyes wide with surprise.
Happiness came too suddenly for her.
Ye Feng gazed into Zhu Zhuqing's eyes and declared:
"Don't. I'm only interested in Zhuqing. In your Zhu family, I only have eyes for Zhuqing. Don't even think about me."
Ye Feng's voice was cold and sharp.
"To you, I'm nothing more than a legend."
Zhu Zhuyun: "..."
She was speechless, trembling with rage.
Zhu Zhuqing: "..."
She stared at Ye Feng in a daze.
"Are you… confessing to me?" she asked, confused.
Ye Feng smiled softly.
The hand holding Zhu Zhuqing tightened slightly.
Her curvaceous figure was pressed firmly against his chest.
"You can think of it that way," Ye Feng replied.
"Don't get cocky! We haven't given up yet!"
Ignoring her injuries, Zhu Zhuyun lunged at them with the last of her strength.
Zhu Zhuqing tried to break free from Ye Feng's embrace.
But Ye Feng held her firmly.
Without releasing her, he lifted Zhu Zhuqing into his arms and spun.
Bang! Bang!
With two whirlwind kicks, Ye Feng sent Zhu Zhuyun and Dai Weisi flying.
Zhu Zhuyun clutched her chest, seething with fury.
"You…" she growled.
"What's wrong with me?"
Ye Feng asked indifferently.
"Ye Feng, you…"
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly realized the awkward situation
Ye Feng glanced at the footprints on Zhu Zhuyun's chest.
Realizing what he had done, he coughed lightly.
"Ahem."
"This… wasn't intentional."
"You still won't admit defeat?
Finally, Dai Weisi sighed in frustration.
"We admit defeat," he said helplessly.
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