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Chapter 853: Black Ring - Cloud and Rainbow Without Form

"Truly disgraceful!"Xiao Shihao's face turned green as he watched Xiao Yanyao sitting on the ground crying like a storm.

Seriously, you lost, just accept the loss! Why are you crying like a chicken feather?!

Their Xiao Family might be unable to accept defeat and unwilling to let go, but they shouldn't be sitting on the ground bawling.

"When Xiao Yanyao comes back, make him go into confinement by himself!" Xiao Shihao snorted coldly.

He gazed at the young girl standing proudly on the arena, his eyes sparkling with unusual brilliance.

The stronger the power Li Qingran displayed, the more he admired her.

The harder a woman was to conquer, the better she was. Those who surrounded him daily, practically wanting to stick to him, were all worthless trash. No matter how talented or beautiful they were, he couldn't be bothered to give them a second glance.

Only this Li Qingran, remaining unmoved in the face of his pursuit, possessing such formidable strength and talent.

Only such a woman was worthy of his status as the young master of the Xiao Family.

Li Qingran easily defeating Xiao Yanyao didn't matter; he wasn't anxious at all. Today, he would just team up a bit with that good-for-nothing from the Xiahou Family. The game had only just begun.

What Xiao Shihao didn't know was that his and the Xiahou Family's every move was currently being watched from a corner of the spectator stands by Pope Bixixi, who was wrapped up like a mummy.

"The referee has been changed..." Bixixi stared coldly at the Xiahou Family's Battle Saint on the arena.

The entire academy competition was, under her secret instruction, fully entrusted to Feng Wuyu to oversee.

Because Feng Wuyu's identity and background weren't connected to any family in Battle Soul City, nor were they tied to the Battle Soul Hall, having him serve as referee was the most publicly acceptable.

Now that Feng Wuyu wasn't here, it could only mean Feng Wuyu had been placed under house arrest.

As for who placed him under house arrest...

One only needed to see which family the current referee belonged to.

"What audacity!" Bixixi snorted coldly. "These families are becoming more and more excessive. The Battle Soul Academy is the foundation of Battle Soul City, and even of the Battle Soul Hall! It is the most sacred and inviolable place!

To actually employ such underhanded tactics within the Battle Soul Academy itself, replacing referees, making things difficult for students... it shows just how arrogant and domineering these families are outside the academy..."

At this moment, a sliver of killing intent stirred within her, but she was still restraining herself. She wanted to see if any other families were involved.

And, to what extent these people would go.

That would also decide whether they would die one by one, or in swathes.

According to the competition rules, after a single arena defense match ended, the arena master had a one-hour rest period.

Simultaneously, support-type Soul Masters would assist Li Qingran in recovering her condition. The arena masters of other arenas all followed this procedure.

However, no support-type Soul Master came to help Li Qingran.

In fact, even the rest time was stripped away.

After announcing Li Qingran's victory, that Battle Saint from the Xiahou Family immediately followed up: "Arena One, second match, begins in five minutes. Please have the defender and challenger prepare!"

The observing students around were dumbfounded.

"Wait, isn't it a one-hour rest?"

"Uh... is it because Goddess Qingran defeated Xiao Yanyao too quickly? So the referee thinks she doesn't need to rest?"

"Is there such a rule? Aren't the competition rules universal for all arenas?"

Everyone discussed animatedly. The Xiahou Family's Battle Saint kept a cold face, pretending not to hear.

Li Qingran gave a faint glance at that Battle Saint, not particularly concerned about the other party's deliberate rule-breaking.

It didn't matter anyway; she hadn't expended much.

Might as well let the other party completely tear off all pretense, so the students could see the ugly faces of these families.

"Arena One, second match. Challenger: 43rd-level Battle Ancestor, Xiahou Ji!"

Chen Huaian, who was watching the drama unfold through the Canglan Mirror, almost laughed out loud.

This name...

It practically meant he was about to be sent packing soon.

The moment the referee announced the challenger's information, the spectator stands exploded.

"Wait, another Battle Ancestor? And again challenging our Goddess Qingran's arena?!"

"Foul play! There must be foul play! How can it be such a coincidence that all the strongest are challenging her arena?!"

"Don't you guys know why? Look at who Xiahou Yuan is holding in his arms?"

Everyone looked toward the Xiahou Family's seating area and instantly understood.

Su Luyao was sitting in Xiahou Yuan's lap, staring at Li Qingran on the arena with a gloomy expression, while Xiahou Yuan had a lecherous look, his hands wandering all over Su Luyao's body.

It was obvious. Su Luyao wasn't happy about yesterday's loss, so she sought help from Xiahou Yuan, who had been pursuing her for a long time.

Thus, the referee changed from the most impartial Vice Dean Feng Wuyu to a Battle Saint from the Xiahou Family.

Thinking about it, it was understandable. Dean Feng had no family background. If a major family like the Xiahous really wanted to give him a hard time or replace him, he had no way to resist.

"Such an important competition has been turned into a complete mess by these families!"

"Exactly! Since there's no fairness to speak of, why should we participate? Why make us participate? They might as well just let these families fight among themselves!"

Li Qingran also had no family background, similar to the backgrounds of most students in the Battle Soul Academy.

Now, seeing Li Qingran receiving unfair treatment and being targeted by family scions, they couldn't help but put themselves in her shoes.

Xiahou Ji was a young man who appeared polite and courteous, with a friendly smile on his face.

The moment he stepped onto the arena, he had already manifested four World Rings: yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Moreover, the last World Ring was purple with a hint of black, clearly extraordinary.

"Junior Sister Qingran, family orders, I dare not disobey. I yield to your superior skill."

He was one year above Li Qingran, so calling her 'junior sister' wasn't a problem.

Seeing Xiahou Ji was very polite, Li Qingran also cupped her hands in a salute.

However, at the very moment she cupped her hands, even before the referee announced the match start.

The first World Ring at Xiahou Ji's feet lit up.

"First Battle Technique, Soul Refining Chains!" The corner of his mouth hooked into a ferocious smile as he made a grasping motion with one hand.

A mirror-like surface of a blazing inferno appeared beneath Li Qingran's feet.

*Whoosh!* The next second, over a dozen chains wreathed in flames shot out from the mirror surface, like ferocious fire pythons about to bind her.

Faced with this sudden ambush, Li Qingran was still in the posture of cupping her hands, not even having had time to manifest her World Rings.

A normal student lacking combat experience would be completely unable to react in such a situation and could only be bound by Xiahou Ji's First Battle Technique, after which they would have to face Xiahou Ji's storm of attacks.

"Holy crap! A sneak attack!"

"A Battle Master from the prestigious Xiahou Family is actually this shameless?!"

The observing Soul Masters cursed loudly. Everyone thought Li Qingran was done for, inevitably unable to block Xiahou Ji's First Battle Technique.

Even Bixixi broke into a cold sweat for Li Qingran.

And indeed, that seemed to be the case.

By the time Li Qingran looked up, the chains had already descended, sealing off all possible spaces to dodge.

It seemed... she had no way to escape?

Until, a black World Ring lit up at her feet.

Simultaneously, a terrifying sword pressure erupted outward. The arena floor began to crack inch by inch, with Li Qingran at the center.

Xiahou Ji's expression changed drastically. He immediately retreated, narrowly dodging the sword pressure by a hair's breadth.

When he looked up again, Li Qingran's figure was no longer within the chains; only dissipating mist remained.

Yet Li Qingran's figure couldn't be seen on the arena either.

Where was she...

A chill rose from his back, shooting straight to the crown of his head.

A cool, clear female voice sounded beside his ear: "Third Battle Technique, Mist Formed from Rainbow Clouds!"