Chapter 180: spirit rings Manifest, Shocking the Entire Arena, Talent Beyond Limits
Chapter 180: spirit rings Manifest, Shocking the Entire Arena, Talent Beyond Limits
The top-tier VIP private room in the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena was tightly enveloped by a high-level soul guide array that blocked spirit power detection and sound.
Outside the window, the thunderous cheers shook the floorboards slightly.
Inside, it was so quiet you could only hear the soft bubbling of boiling water in the gilded tea stove.
The clamor and tranquility formed an extreme contrast.
Qian Renxue reclined on a soft couch by the window, holding a white porcelain teacup between her fingers.
The warm tea steam softened the sharpness deep in her eyes, but her gaze was fixed with keen interest on the center of the arena below.
There stood a solitary figure in blue facing the Royal Fighting Team.
Rubbing the slightly cool rim of the teacup with her fingertip, a faint, playful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She turned her head to look at the Snake Lance Douluo standing respectfully at her side.
"Spear Serpent, focus and investigate this Spirit Master called Azure Star. What level is his spirit power exactly?"
Upon hearing this, Snake Lance Douluo gave a slight nod.
His spirit power quietly spread out like an invisible tide, silently sweeping over the arena below.
After a moment, he withdrew his spirit power and replied with a bow, his voice steady and calm:
"Reporting to Your Highness, this person is likely at the Spirit Ancestor level."
The fingers holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly.
Spirit Ancestor!
That A-Qing in the Chat Group is a Spirit Ancestor.
A flash of understanding crossed her eyes, and her hand holding the teacup tightened slightly.
Almost instantly, Qian Renxue became certain that this Azure Star, who dared to challenge the Royal Fighting Team alone, was A-Qing from the group.
She gently placed the teacup on the small table beside her and leaned forward slightly.
She shed her initial casualness, now showing a bit more seriousness and curiosity.
Her gaze once again locked firmly onto Lin Qingmo in the center of the arena.
She understood the strangeness and mystery of that Chat Group better than anyone.
But even so, for a Spirit Ancestor to single-handedly challenge the entire Royal Fighting Team was still far too arrogant.
She had long reviewed the information on the Royal Fighting Team’s composition.
All seven members were Spirit Elders above level 35.
Captain Yu Tianheng was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his spirit power already touching the threshold of level 40.
The Shi Brothers’ Xuanwu Turtle defense was almost unmatched among their peers.
And then there was Dugu Yan’s Jade Phosphorus Snake Poison.
Not to mention the Nine-Hearted Begonia, a top-tier healing martial soul on the continent, providing a safety net for the entire team.
Even a veteran Spirit King above level 50 might not gain an advantage against the combined attacks of such a well-coordinated elite team.
"Where does this A-Qing get his nerve from?"
Just as her thoughts were swirling,
Below on the arena, the referee’s raised signal flag swept down forcefully.
His voice, infused with spirit power, boomed like thunder across the entire Great Spirit Arena:
"Combat — begin!"
As his words fell,
The previously noisy arena abruptly plunged into extreme silence.
The gazes of ten thousand spectators were fixed on the arena.
Everyone instinctively held their breath.
Everyone wanted to see what trump card this Spirit Master who dared to challenge the Royal Fighting Team alone possessed.
In the center of the arena, Lin Qingmo slowly raised his right hand.
A soft, light-blue glow quietly lit up from his palm.
Blue Silver Grass vines brimming with vitality extended from his fingertips like flowing streams.
The spectator stands were stunned for a moment, then instantly erupted.
"Blue Silver Grass? Am I seeing things? It’s actually the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul!"
"Isn’t that the same martial soul as that Tang San from Shrek before?"
"Madness! Absolute madness! Using the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass to challenge the Royal Fighting Team alone? This guy’s brain must be broken!"
"I thought it was some top-tier martial soul. Turns out it’s just Blue Silver Grass. What’s there to watch in this match?"
Roars of laughter, exclamations, and skeptical voices swept through the venue like a tidal wave.
The members of the Royal Fighting Team laughed even harder, doubling over.
Yu Tianheng crossed his arms, looking at Lin Qingmo’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, the disdain on his face practically overflowing.
Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass was quite impressive, but to him, it was just so-so.
And now here comes another one.
What does it mean?
He scoffed to his teammates beside him, "I thought he had some hidden ultimate skill. Turns out it’s just the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass."
His tone carried disappointment.
"It seems today’s match will end much faster than we expected."
Oslo laughed so hard he couldn’t straighten up.
"Captain, should I stand still and let him tie me up with Blue Silver Grass a couple of times? I’m afraid if I make a move, he’ll just go down immediately."
Facing all this noise, Lin Qingmo remained completely unmoved.
He simply gave a faint smile and released his spirit rings.
Four spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Purple, Purple, Purple, Black!
Four dazzling beams of light instantly captured everyone’s attention.
The first three were deep, amethyst-like thousand-year spirit rings.
And the fourth was pitch-black, carrying a suffocating, terrifying pressure — a ten-thousand-year spirit ring!
The moment that black spirit ring lit up, the entire Great Spirit Arena fell into deathly silence.
The spectator stands, which had just been clamoring and roaring with laughter, became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Nearly ten thousand spectators all froze in place as if under a binding spell.
Everyone’s eyes widened, staring fixedly at the four spirit rings beneath Lin Qingmo’s feet.
Mouths hung open wide enough to fit a fist.
A Spirit Master in the front row holding a wine jug let it slip from his hand with a clatter.
Wine spilled all over him, but he didn’t even notice, muttering to himself, "I... did I drink too much and start hallucinating?"
An old, white-haired Spirit Master even shot up from his seat, vigorously rubbing his eyes.
He even expended spirit power to activate a detection-type Spirit skill, trying to confirm the authenticity of those spirit rings, his body trembling slightly.
A Spirit Ancestor’s fourth spirit ring... is a ten-thousand-year one?!
How is that possible!
Everyone in the entire Spirit Master world knows the ironclad rules regarding spirit ring absorption limits.
The theoretical limit for a Spirit Ancestor’s fourth spirit ring is only five thousand years.
Only by breaking through to the Spirit King level can one possibly touch the threshold of a ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
But now, a Spirit Ancestor’s fourth spirit ring is a genuine ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
Wait, Lin Qingmo’s first two purple thousand-year spirit rings are also bizarre!
Utterly inconceivable!
...
In the VIP private room, Qian Renxue abruptly stood up from the soft couch.
Her originally calm and composed demeanor vanished completely.
She stared intently at Lin Qingmo in the center of the arena, her fingers gripping the windowsill turning white from the force.
Even her breathing halted for a moment.
She looked at Snake Lance Douluo beside her, her voice carrying a trace of barely noticeable tension as she asked gravely:
"Spear Serpent! Look carefully! Are those spirit rings real or fake?"
Snake Lance Douluo now shed all his casualness, his expression extremely grave.
As a Titled Douluo, he spread his spirit power fully, carefully sensing the aura of those four spirit rings.
A moment later.
He bowed and replied, "Reporting to Young Master, they are real."
"That youth’s first three spirit rings are genuine thousand-year rings. The fourth is also a genuine ten-thousand-year spirit ring, with a minimum age of at least twenty thousand years."
Spear Serpent’s dry voice carried a trace of unconcealable shock.
"!!!"
Qian Renxue’s pupils constricted sharply, her heart giving a violent thump.
They were actually real!
Having grown up in the Spirit Hall, she was accustomed to seeing geniuses across the continent.
Even those called the Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation absorbed their first ten-thousand-year spirit ring only after breaking through to the Spirit King level.
But this Lin Qingmo had achieved something even top-tier geniuses couldn’t do, all while still a Spirit Ancestor.
At this moment, she finally understood where this A-Qing got the confidence to challenge the Royal Fighting Team alone.
With such a spirit ring configuration that completely defies the common sense of the Spirit Master world, what wouldn’t he dare to do?
"How on earth did he manage it?"
Absorbing thousand-year and ten-thousand-year spirit rings beyond the limits — this fundamentally violates the most basic rules of the Spirit Master world!
(End of Chapter)
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