Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Xu Shi’s contemptuous attitude made Zhou Quan’s face completely gloomy. He returned to the team without saying a word.

"Hey, our Young Master Zhou won't be angry, right? I'm so scared~ Send someone quickly." Xu Shi said with a smile.

Zhou Quan sighed as he looked at the depressed crowd behind him. The loss in the first game had a huge impact on them.

Li Long's body had been carried down from the ring by Li Hu and placed beside him.

Zhou Quan stood at the edge of the ring, his brows furrowed, his heart in turmoil.

Li Long’s death was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

This battle is no longer just a matter of victory or defeat, but a matter of life and death, a blood feud.

"Boss Zhou, let me play. I want the other side to pay with blood!" Li Hu roared.

Zhou Quan's gaze fell on Li Hu, the young man who usually always had a silly smile on his face, but now his eyes were red, and the flame of revenge was burning in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he finally agreed. Li Hu had to go on the court no matter what, so he might as well try to use hatred to win back a game.

"Okay, Li Hu, you have to be careful. If you can't win, just admit defeat immediately. It's okay. You can earn points again if you lose."

Zhou Quan's voice was low. He knew the weight of these words, and he also knew the pain in Li Hu's heart.

But all he can do now is support, and when he comes on stage later, he will take revenge for the resentment in his heart.

Li Hu nodded without saying anything.

His hand was tightly gripping the spear, and the tip of the spear gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

His footsteps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to speak of his determination.

In the ring, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.

Xu Shi grinned and pointed at a black-robed monk behind him.

The black-robed monk walked straight onto the stage with an expressionless face.

His strength in the late Jindan stage made him somewhat proud. He swung the long stick in his hand gently, as if he was waiting for something.

"Start!" The referee's voice exploded in the silence.

Li Hu moved. His figure was like a flash of lightning, and his spear was like a dragon, piercing the black-robed monk's chest.

The black-robed monk sneered, swung his long staff, and easily blocked Li Hu's attack.

The battle began, the two figures crossed each other on the ring, and the sound of spears and sticks colliding was endless.

Every shot Li Hu fired was full of power, and every shot carried his longing for his brother and hatred for the enemy.

Although the black-robed monk was stronger, he was unable to withstand Li Hu's crazy attack.

After dozens of rounds, Li Hu felt the spiritual power in his body receding like the tide, and his attacks began to slow down.

The black-robed monk seized the opportunity and swept his long stick across, hitting Li Hu's waist.

Li Hu barely managed to escape, but he was already in danger.

"I can't lose, I can't lose!"

Li Hu roared in his heart. He remembered his brother's smile and the days when they practiced together.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, the spiritual power in his body began to circulate wildly, and a violent aura burst out from him.

"Secret Technique! Tiger Guard!"

Li Hu's voice echoed in the ring, his body began to emit a dazzling light, and his speed and strength increased several times in an instant.

The black-robed monk's face changed drastically. He felt the changes in Li Hu, a desperate aura.

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Li Hu's spear was like the god of death's scythe, piercing the black-robed monk's throat.

"I think……"

The black-robed monk had just uttered his voice when Li Hu's spear pierced his mouth, sending up a spray of blood.

"Boom!"

The black-robed monk fell down, and there was deathly silence on the ring.

Li Hu stood there, his spear dripping with blood, his body trembling slightly, his vitality rapidly fading.

Zhou Quan rushed onto the stage, supported the staggering Li Hu, and desperately stuffed pills into his mouth.

His eyes were filled with pain and helplessness. Li Hu paid an extremely heavy price for this victory.

If you don't get over this hurdle, you may become a useless person who can't use spiritual power for the rest of your life.

"Li Hu, you did a great job."

Zhou Quan's voice was choked. He didn't know what to say and could only hold Li Hu's hand tightly.

Li Hu smiled, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and said:

"Boss Zhou, I... I failed to protect my brother, but... but at least I avenged him. If I don't make it, please bring my brother and I home and bury us together."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally, his head slowly drooped and he fell into a coma.

Zhou Quan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The battle was far from over and they still had more battles to face.

He placed Li Hu next to Li Long, then stood up and looked at Xu Shi opposite him with a firm gaze.

"Next round, I'll take it."

Xu Shi put away the amusement on his face, walked up with the giant hammer, and said:

"Since you are so confident, I will test you. But be careful, don't break your hands or feet and complain to the adults."

In the ring, the atmosphere was so heavy that even the air seemed to have frozen.

Zhou Quan stood on one side of the ring, his eyes firm and calm, staring at Xu Shi opposite him.

Although his heart was turbulent, he knew that any emotional fluctuation at this moment could become a fatal flaw.

On the opposite side, Xu Shi's figure was like an insurmountable mountain. His pressure at the peak of the late Jindan stage was like a substance, making it hard for people to breathe.

Xu Shi held a huge hammer tightly in his hand. Strange patterns flowed on the surface of the hammer, as if it contained endless power.

This giant hammer has left many legends in Nanliu City, and Xu Shi gained fame thanks to the giant hammer.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes, as if saying that Zhou Quan was just another defeated general under his command.

Zhou Quan took a deep breath and took out a pair of maces from his storage ring.

This pair of maces is completely black and emits a faint cold light. They have accompanied Zhou Quan through countless battles and witnessed his growth and glory.

He gripped the handle of the mace tightly, feeling the familiar touch of the mace, and an inexplicable courage surged in his heart.

"Start!" The referee's voice echoed over the ring.

Xu Shi moved. His movements were so fast that they were almost impossible to catch. The huge hammer left a trail of afterimages in the air and, with a sound of breaking through the air, hit Zhou Quan's vital points directly.

Zhou Quan did not dare to be negligent. He waved his two maces to form a line of defense, barely resisting Xu Shi's attack.

The battle instantly became intense, the two figures crossed on the ring, and every collision made a deafening noise.

Xu Shi's strength was enormous, and every blow made Zhou Quan feel a huge pressure. His arms had begun to tremble slightly, but he could not give up and had to try his best.

In this way, the two fought for more than thirty rounds. Xu Shi's offensive became more and more fierce, and Zhou Quan's defense became more and more difficult.

Xu Shi snorted coldly, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body.

A huge phantom appeared behind the whole person. The phantom was exactly the same as him, and also held a huge hammer in his hand.

"This is..." Zhou Quan was shocked. He knew that this was Xu Shi's unique Jindan skill. He had used this move to defeat powerful enemies in countless battles.

Hu Qing in the audience was also staring at the phantom intently. No wonder everyone's golden elixir skills were different. This was too terrifying.

He looked at the golden elixir in his dantian. The patterns on it were only half lit up, but he still couldn't understand the secret skill.

Gu Yang was standing nearby, feeling the terrifying pressure, and his face turned pale.

The phantom raised the huge hammer in his hand high, then smashed it towards Zhou Quan, causing a gust of wind.

Zhou Quan felt the threat of death. If he didn't give it his all, he would not be able to walk off the stage alive today.

Zhou Quan did not hide his aura either, and his body also burst out with a powerful aura.

A lion's head appeared above his head. The lion's head was lifelike, and its eyes were shining with golden light.

The lion head roared at Xu Shi, and the sound was like a real shock wave, shaking the entire arena.

Xu Shi's attack was abruptly interrupted, and his body involuntarily paused for two seconds.

In these two seconds, Zhou Quan seized the opportunity. His body shot straight at Xu Shi like an arrow from a bow, and his double maces were like two black dragons, aiming straight at Xu Shi's vital points.

A hint of surprise flashed across Xu Shi's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calmness, and he adjusted his state in an instant.

He swung the huge hammer in his hand violently, hitting Zhou Quan's chest accurately.

Zhou Quan felt a huge force coming at him, and his body flew backwards involuntarily and fell heavily on the ring.

His body was in excruciating pain, but his consciousness remained clear.