Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14580 Boss Su

About an hour later, Ling Xiao's injuries had healed by about 70-80% under the nourishment of the source crystal, and his broken bones had been basically reset.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and calm, like the moon reflected in a cold pool, without a trace of madness, only the composure and coldness that came from experiencing life and death.

He glanced at Zhang Ming, who was still in meditation, then slowly rose and walked towards the tallest arena in the center.

Below the arena, Ling Xiao placed a bulging black animal skin bag in front of the steward Lin Lang. The bag was slightly open, and hundreds of source crystals were clustered together, their rich, dark purple light almost bursting out of the bag, making Lin Lang's face appear purple. The heavy weight caused the stone table to sag slightly.

"Is this enough?" Ling Xiao's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance. "I want to challenge for the top spot in the Death Arena."

Lin Lang's fingertips twitched violently, and several source crystals rolled down his palm, striking the stone table with a crisp sound. He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and trembling: "Are you sure? You're going to touch 'her' now? That's Su Miao... the only undefeated legend in the Spirit Death Arena for nearly a century!"

"Confirmed." Ling Xiao's tone was calm, but a raging fire burned in his eyes, and every breath he took was filled with burning fighting spirit.

Lin Lang remained silent for a moment, picked up the fallen Source Crystal, and sighed heavily: "With your current strength, at most you can only fight to the death, and your chances of winning are less than 30%."

“Thirty percent, that’s enough to give it a try.” Ling Xiao grinned, his white teeth gleaming with a hint of ruthlessness against the backdrop of his blood-stained lips. “I didn’t come here to live a peaceful life.”

Lin Lang stopped trying to dissuade him, made a hand seal with his fingertips, and a dark blue talisman shot through the air and merged into the core of the formation in the center of the arena: "Just wait, she has an indifferent personality and may not show up immediately."

Ling Xiao nodded, turned around, and walked to the corner of the arena to sit down cross-legged.

He gently closed his eyes, his aura surging like the tides. The energy of the source crystal was rapidly refined by him, and his damaged bones were quietly repaired in the warm current. His mind sank into a state of clarity, adjusting himself to his peak condition...

Every muscle was brimming with power, and every wisp of demonic intent was gathered in the dantian, waiting only for the moment of explosion.

About half an hour later, the void in the center of the arena suddenly rippled like water, and a figure in pure white stepped into the light and slowly solidified.

It was a woman dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit.

Her dark hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, hanging down to her waist, with the ends swaying gently in the breeze.

Her face was as cold and aloof as distant snow-capped mountains, her brows slightly furrowed, and her eyes devoid of any worldly warmth, as if nothing in the world mattered to her.

He held a sheathed short knife in his hand. The sheath was as white as solidified cream, with only a half-bloomed ice lotus carved at the end. The patterns flowed under the dim light. On the hilt, which was wrapped with silver threads, a few snowflakes froze when they met the wind and then disappeared with it, exuding a bone-chilling cold.

She simply stood there quietly, and the temperature around the arena suddenly dropped, with moisture in the air condensing into tiny ice particles that fell softly.

"Su Miao! It's Boss Su!"

Someone in the audience gasped in shock, their voice filled with awe and awe.

This name is already a legendary existence in the Death Arena of the Spirits... When she first entered this place, she fought her way up from the bottom to the top in just one day. No one among her opponents could withstand her second move, and the name "Boss Su" resounded throughout the Death Arena.

In recent years, she has rarely appeared in the ring, but today she was forced out by "Demon Ling"!

Ling Xiao slowly stood up, looking at the woman in front of him, and Zhang Ming's warning flashed through his mind: "That woman is not simple."

At this moment, it seems that he is more than just simple. This restrained sharpness, this aura of returning to simplicity, is far more terrifying than he imagined.

Su Miao's gaze fell on Ling Xiao, flowing like an icy spring without the slightest ripple, and she uttered only two words: "Make your move."

The two words were calm and unassuming, yet they exuded absolute confidence, as if the outcome was already predetermined.

Ling Xiao said no more. He flipped his palm, and the long, narrow blade slid out from his sleeve, feeling icy cold to the touch.

With a powerful stomp, a shallow pit was created on the Xuan Tie Yan arena. His figure shot towards Su Miao like an arrow released from a bow. The blade cut through the air, accompanied by a shrill whistle. Demonic intent swirled around the blade as it aimed straight for Su Miao's vital center!

Su Miao stood still until the blade was three feet in front of her, then her left thumb, holding the knife, gently pushed the guard...

"Keng!"

A flash of gleaming blade light appeared like a thunderclap, so fast it tore through the air, leaving a fleeting afterimage that was impossible for the naked eye to catch!

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the two figures had already passed each other, so fast that it was as if they had never moved.

Ling Xiao stood on the other side of the arena. A thin red mark, as fine as a hair, slowly bled from between his eyebrows, like a cinnabar dot on his brow, a shocking sight.

Lost?

The crowd below held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two of them, secretly sighing... Sure enough, no one could force Su Miao to make a second move.

However, Su Miao did not turn around and leave.

She raised her left hand, her fingertips gently brushing across the side of her neck, where a faint scratch had appeared, like cracks in ice, the blood line starkly contrasting against her fair skin.

Blood beads slowly seeped out along the scratch, dripping onto the dark-colored outfit and spreading out in a small patch of darkness.

"Wow...!"

A deafening uproar erupted from the audience!

The two of them stopped at the last second! Otherwise, they would have perished together! Such reaction speed and such precise control of timing are simply unbelievable!

Su Miao slowly turned around and looked at Ling Xiao. For the first time, a slight ripple appeared in her cold eyes, like a stone thrown into a cold pool: "You really are terrifying."

Ling Xiao raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains between his eyebrows, grinned, and said with great satisfaction, "You are the same, stronger than I imagined."

"Continue." Su Miao walked back to the center of the arena, placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and suddenly her aura subsided, like an arrow ready to be released.

"Right on my mind!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao's figure blurred and became a blur, his blade already a foot away from Su Miao's throat! This strike abandoned all fancy moves, focusing solely on speed, with demonic intent concentrated at the tip, carrying a chilling aura that could tear apart the soul!

Su Miao drew her sword again, the blade light cascading like a snow waterfall, striking the tip of Lingxiao's blade with unparalleled precision!

"clang……!!"

The clanging of metal against metal caused the black iron rock of the arena to shatter, sending fragments flying like arrows. The crowd below the arena quickly activated their protective inner energy to defend themselves.

Ling Xiao was sent flying backwards for more than ten feet, along with his sword. After landing, he still slid back three steps, his feet carving three shallow furrows. Su Miao was also pushed back more than ten feet, her skirt torn by the force of the energy, but she remained as steady as a mountain.

In terms of strength, the two were evenly matched!

In reality, that's not the case... Su Miao's pure strength is still superior, but Ling Xiao's control over the rhythm of the battle and the amplification of power by demonic intent have made up for the gap, creating this seemingly balanced situation.

Ling Xiao didn't stop. He pushed off the ground again, his figure lunging forward like a madman. His blade flashed like countless cold stars, densely covering Su Miao's vital points. (End of Chapter)