Chapter Fifty-Two: Winning Streak

I clearly slashed at your Blue Silver Grass with my blade just now, why couldn't I cut it" Wan Yunchao said, looking unconvinced.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Tang...Please collect and recommend.

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Li Chushui was, after all, only a nine-year-old child. Her combat experience was not rich either. As Tang Wulin had anticipated, constantly moving at high speed, looking for her opponent's weaknesses, her soul power of only level eleven was rapidly depleting.

I can't wait any longer. If I wait, I won't be able to support my soul technique for much longer.

Li Chu shui gritted her teeth, suddenly accelerated, and circled around Tang Wulin behind. At the same time, she quickly rushed forward, and the white soul ring on her body also lit up. A pair of sharp claws swung, two white light blades slashed out, charging ahead, her own body closely following behind.

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Tang Wulin's speed was naturally not as fast as hers, but his turn and movements were much simpler than hers. The Blue Silver Grass quickly retracted and condensed.

Two white light blades slashed at the rapidly gathering Blue Silver Grass, which was dubbed a useless martial spirit. As imagined, the Blue Silver Grass didn't shatter. Instead, there was a faint shimmer on it, and the two light blades vanished. Then Li Chushui charged in.

Thin blue vines wound upwards, binding her delicate frame. Tang Wulin pulled back with his right hand, and Li Chushui, held captive by the vines, was brought before him. He clenched his fist in his right hand, stopping just short of striking her.

Xie Xie unconsciously touched his face. This guy, how could he never stop when he beat me

Wu Changkong's eyes flashed, a rare gleam. Different and unusual blue-silver grass! A calm and collected personality, and good control.

Tang Wulin wins.

Tang Wulin released the entwining Blue Silver Grass, helping Li Chushui stand steady. Li Chushui's face was slightly flushed, and she looked at Tang Wulin's big eyes up close with a shy expression as she softly said, "Thank you."

Tang Wulin smiled back, and Li Chushui was taken aback. He felt as if his smile was filled with sunshine.

Next, in the second round, Xie Xian smoothly defeated his opponent. After this round ended, five people remained.

Tang Wulin originally thought he would meet Xie Xie in the second round, but Wu Changkong didn't arrange it that way. The third round was also the same.

"Tang Wulin, Tao Liu Fan, you two come first." Wu Changkong said expressionlessly.

Tao Liu Fan was a short young man, but he looked very strong. His brown short hair seemed messy.

Two stood opposite each other, each releasing their martial souls.

Tao Liu Fan's martial spirit was a willow tree. As his soul power surged, he made a gesture of holding with both hands, and slender willow twigs emerged from his arms, swaying like vines. Just looking at this, it was somewhat similar to Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass.

A stalk of blue-silver grass grows again, controlled by control, what if

This is what Wu Changkong wanted to see. In the previous battle, Tao Liufan's performance was average. Given their current strength, under normal circumstances, the soul master who controls the spirit should have a clear advantage because everyone doesn't have any powerful soul skills yet.

Xie Xie was the only one in the entire class with a hundred-year soul spirit, while everyone else had a ten-year soul spirit. Therefore, Tao Liu Fan's soul ring was also white. And even his soul skill was like Tang Wulin's, entanglement!

The soul spirit was also a snake, but Tao Liu Fan's soul spirit was a green snake. Both in size and aura, it was clearly much stronger than the drowsy grass snake Jinguang.

"Let's begin!"

The willow branches and blue silver grass surged towards each other almost simultaneously. It seemed that the number of willow branches was clearly superior. Tang Wulin's blue silver grass was only released from his right hand, and his left hand had no several burly men, this person who walked out was not tall but rather petite and graceful. She wore a pale yellow long dress that accentuated her delicate figure, looking no more than fifteen or sixt...