Chapter 522: The Supreme Pontiff’s waist, a life-taking blade!

Thin mist entwined around the towering city walls of Spirit City.

The morning light had just broken through the clouds.

The seven members of the Royal Fighting Team gathered in the lobby of the luxury hotel.

Xiao Wu twitched her fair ears.

Her slender, straight legs stepped forward, moving close to Lin Qingmo’s side.

She puffed out her cheeks and sniffed carefully with her small nose.

A hint of doubt appeared in her watery, large eyes.

"A-Qing, why is there a peculiar floral scent on your body?"

"It’s somewhat like lavender, yet carries an indescribable, elegant, cold fragrance."

"This scent is quite familiar." Xiao Wu blinked.

Lin Qingmo’s heart skipped a beat twice.

Yet on the surface, he maintained his extremely calm and composed signature smile.

He quietly pulled back half a step and cleared his throat.

"Is there?"

"Perhaps it’s just that I walked in the hotel’s back garden for too long last night and picked up a bit of the night dew’s floral fragrance."

On the surface, he was completely carefree and untroubled.

Yet inwardly, Lin Qingmo smiled bitterly and grumbled to himself.

This was the exclusive natural body fragrance of the current Supreme Pontiff, Your Majesty!

Who could have thought that Bibi Dong, usually noble, cold, arrogant, and peerless, would go crazy to that extent after revealing her identity last night?

Entwining him so tightly that he couldn’t catch his breath at all.

Not only did she hold on tightly without letting go, but she also forcefully tossed and turned him all night.

The Supreme Pontiff’s waist, a life-taking blade.

Even with a robust physique as strong as his, his waist and back were faintly aching at this moment.

The contrast and madness of this reigning Supreme Pontiff indeed almost made him unable to hold on.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled on the side, moving close with an elfish and quirky manner to tease him.

"Captain, can a walk last night result in a sore waist and aching back?"

"Seeing how heavy your steps are when walking, anyone who didn’t know would think you went to secretly battle a Titled Douluo for three hundred rounds last night."

Lin Qingmo glanced at her sideways.

Flicked this little girl’s forehead.

"You talk too much."

"If you don’t perform well in the arena later, see how I deal with you."

"Alright." Dugu Yan smoothed her purple hair and let out a light snort: "Today is the finals after all, everyone be serious."

"Those fellows from Spirit Hall may be a bit weak, but they aren’t pushovers either."

Lin Qingmo put away his smile, his gaze becoming deep and composed.

"No matter."

"Just act according to the plan."

...

Half an hour later.

The Great Spirit Arena in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The spectator seats holding one hundred thousand people were packed to full capacity.

The clamor soared into the skies.

Nobles of the two Empires and experts from various major Sects all arrived in full attendance.

At the very top of the high platform.

Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong sat upright upon the throne symbolizing supreme power.

Wearing a dazzling and luxurious purple-gold long robe and a purple-gold crown on her head.

Holding the Spider Emperor Scepter in her hand.

Her expression was holy, majestic, and cold.

Exuding a terrifying aura that surpassed all Spirit Masters across the entire continent.

Yet the moment the Royal Fighting Team entered.

This Supreme Pontiff, Your Majesty, who controlled the destiny of millions of people, had her purplish-blue beautiful eyes tremble imperceptibly.

Her gaze pierced through the Void Realm.

Extremely secretly sweeping across Lin Qingmo’s waist.

Deep within her eyes flashed a trace of tenderness and satisfaction that only the two of them understood.

The corners of her lips even slightly curved into an exquisite yet charming arc.

And seeing her cannibalistic gaze, Lin Qingmo subconsciously supported his waist.

In the shadows of the spectator seats.

The group from Shrek Academy huddled in a corner.

Tang San draped a wide black cloak over himself, his entire body wrapped tightly in bandages.

The backlash brought by forcibly using Ring Explosion made his face as pale as paper.

Every swallow of saliva carried a bone-piercing, intense pain.

His sinister eyes stared fixedly at Lin Qingmo on the stage, his teeth grinding with a clicking sound.

"On what grounds..."

"On what grounds can he stand there completely unharmed and enjoy the attention of ten thousand people?!"

"If Qian Renxue hadn’t suddenly interfered yesterday, I would have already claimed the championship!"

"Lin Qingmo... I want to see just how much ability you really have!"

Tang San roared viciously in his heart.

Waiting only to watch the Royal Fighting Team collapse in utter defeat under Qian Renxue’s Angel True Body.

He absolutely did not believe Lin Qingmo could be stronger than Qian Renxue.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile SchoolSect MasterNing Fengzhi put away his feathered fan, his eyes hardening like iron.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone DouluoGu Rong stood behind him with solemn expressions.

And where their gazes were directed was... Xiao Wu.

In another dark corner, Clear Sky SectSect MasterTang Xiao, who was hiding his aura, also gazed with bated breath.

"The match begins!"

Along with the referee’s high-pitched shout.

The atmosphere of the entire audience completely boiled over!

On the arena stage.

Light erupted violently.

The six members of the Spirit Hall Platinum Team abruptly assumed a battle formation.

Only captain Qian Renxue stood in her original place, not moving a single bit.

Even more bizarrely.

On the Royal Fighting Team’s side, Lin Qingmo, acting as the captain, likewise had his hands behind his back.

The expressions of the two were leisurely, without moving a single inch.

Their gazes crossed the dozens-of-meters-wide arena, colliding fiercely in the Void Realm.

Within Qian Renxue’s golden-yellow eyes flowed a cold and murderous aura.

As for Lin Qingmo, the corners of his lips held a smile, deep as an ocean.

"Why aren’t the two of them moving?"

A Spirit Master on the stands couldn’t help exclaiming.

"Never mind that!"

"Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation is making a move!"

Xie Yue and Hu Liena exchanged glances.

Their figures crossed, and in an instant, they transformed into a dazzling pink pillar of light!

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill — Demonic Charm!"

Opening with an ultimate move!

A blood-thick red fog rapidly expanded, shrouding half of the arena within it.

Senses weakened, spirit power suppressed!

"Hahaha, watch me!" Yan laughed wildly, his entire body burning intensely.

"Flame Lord!"

An unimaginably huge magma giant fist, carrying a scorching high temperature, blasted straight toward the rear row of the Royal Fighting Team!

"Get down for this young master!"

Red fog spread, blazing flames filled the heavens.

To the Royal Fighting Team, this seemingly matchless attack appeared rather laughable.

Dugu Yan stepped forward.

Her pupils instantly turned into a cold dark purple.

Six spirit rings with the best optimal configuration shone brilliantly in reflection!

The pressure of a rank 65 Spirit Emperor was fully released!

"Large-scale attacks in front of me?"

"Jade Phosphor Blood Poison!"

"Sea King Snake Formation!"

Emerald-green toxic fog surged violently, forcibly squeezing that patch of red fog until it shattered and disintegrated!

Countless tangible Jade Phosphor venomous snakes coiled and strangled, forcibly trapping the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Xie Yue and Hu Liena.

Before Yan could even react.

A petite and swift figure had already pierced through the sea of fire.

Xiao Wu’s beautiful eyes turned cold.

"Fifth Spirit Ability, Frenzy!"

Golden light shrouded her entire body.

All of Xiao Wu’s attributes surged and doubled in the blink of an eye!

Teleportation!

She crossed the Void Realm out of thin air, stopping right above Yan’s head!

"I heard you wanted to make who get down?!"

"Taste my kick, Eight-Stage Kick!"

The first kick shattered the magma armor!

The second kick smashed the chest bones!

The third kick directly kicked the massive Flame Lord flying up into the sky!

The violent and matchless consecutive kicks tore through the air, producing a harsh, piercing sound of breaking air!

The eighth kick heavily smashed into Yan’s abdomen, directly slamming him into the hard granite ground!

"Bang!"

Shattered stones splashed everywhere!

Yan rolled his eyes, spat blood on the spot, and passed out cold!

At the same time.

Zhu Zhuqing’s figure transformed into nine afterimages.

The external Spirit BoneBlack Shadow Claw flickered with cold light.

Under ultimate speed and absolute penetration, Xie Yue and Hu Liena, having lost control and meat shield protection, simply could not resist.

With just the howling of the claw blades, the two were thoroughly heavily injured and knocked out!

In the rear.

Ning Rongrong held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her palm, radiating colorful light.

"Seven Treasures Famous!"

An all-around status amplification of up to 60% spread out like a wave.

Ye Lingling’s Nine Heart Begonia fluttered with the wind, the healing halo shrouding the entire audience, and even the spirit power consumed by the team members was rapidly replenished.

In just a few breaths of time!

The Spirit Hall Platinum Team, known as the peak of the younger generation across the entire continent...

Except for Qian Renxue.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, Yan, and several other Spirit Ancestors all collapsed in pools of blood and shattered stones, losing their combat capability.

An overwhelming defeat!

An utterly suspense-free absolute suppression!

A full one hundred thousand spectators in the stands completely fell into a daze.

"This... this is already lost?"

"Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation was dealt with in just a few moves?"

"Two Spirit Emperors! Four Spirit Kings! Heavens, why are everyone in this Royal Fighting Team monsters!"

On the arena stage.

Dugu Yan patted the dust off her hands, her tone relaxed and leisurely.

"They really can’t take a beating, even half a cup of tea’s time faster than expected."

Xiao Wu put away her rabbit ears.

Blinking playfully at Lin Qingmo, she snapped her fingers.

"Brother, the small fries have been cleared out."

"I’ll leave this hardest bone for you to slowly ’deal with’ in private!"

After saying this.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of tens of thousands of people in the audience.

The six members of the Royal Fighting Team unexpectedly exchanged a smile and extremely nonchalantly turned around to step down from the arena stage.

Without even turning their heads back once.

On the massive central arena stage, in the end, only two people remained.

Royal Fighting Team captain Lin Qingmo.

Spirit Hall’s Qian Renxue.

The wind swept with dust and sand, the atmosphere dead and suffocating enough to make one breathless.

Qian Renxue coldly stared at the relaxed youth opposite her, the golden flames around her body surging violently.

"Their retreating, was it arranged by you?"

Lin Qingmo tucked one hand into his pocket, the corners of his lips slightly upturned, hooking into a calm and playful arc.

"Of course."

"After all, the battle between the two of us alone is not suitable for others to participate in."

(End of Chapter)

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