Spirit Master Girl: Contracting with an SSS-Level School Beauty at the Start-Chapter 38 Alright, I give up

A chill crept up his spine as the Death Aura on the Demon Scythe passed close to his waist, conspicuously devoid of temperature, yet more piercing than the chill of ice.

He dared not imagine what would happen if he were struck by a blow.

After dodging, he immediately rallied and launched a counterattack. But Xiao Zhan was one step ahead, executing a series of moves in rapid succession.

Xiao Zhan, hands gripping the scythe, executed a flourish behind his back, spinning in a circle, then raised it high overhead and brought it slashing down with momentum.

Ma Shu couldn’t afford to be careless and immediately crossed his hands, holding the Fire-tipped Spear horizontally to block!

Cling——

The Death Demon Scythe struck the Fire-tipped Spear, unleashing its force, bending Ma Shu’s arms instantaneously, his face contorting with it. Clearly, he was unable to withstand this overwhelming power.

With a thud, he was brought down to one knee.

His face reddened, veins bulging on his neck, yet he dared not let go of his grip.

Xiao Zhan seized the opportunity, delivering a kick straight to his chest, helping him to deflect this attack, but at the same time, sending him flying a dozen meters away.

Ma Shu flew through the air like a soccer ball, rolling several times before barely managing to stop.

He felt as though a boulder had struck his chest, nearly gasping for breath, his face paled significantly.

Fortunate for him, he didn’t fall off the dueling platform.

"This Xiao Zhan, he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing; he absolutely possesses the strength of a First Grade Spirit Master!"

Ma Shu’s expression was gravely serious. He had thought he had given Xiao Zhan enough credit, but still had underestimated him.

Enduring the pain, he stood up, gave his Fire-tipped Spear a shake, and at once, the red tassel suddenly shot forth, transforming into a ball of blazing fire.

Ma Shu’s momentum also seemed to surge at this moment.

"That must be Liu Yan’s Talent Skill, Fiery Flames," Ye Youlong intimated to Xiao Zhan within the consciousness space.

Xiao Zhan also stared at the ball of flames, his expression turning grave.

"Xiao Zhan, take this!"

Facing a formidable opponent, the best defense was an attack. Ma Shu charged forward with swift steps, the spear tip ignited with flames, stabbing once more directly at Xiao Zhan’s face.

The same move, but this time Xiao Zhan didn’t choose to dodge; instead, he swung his scythe, confronting the blow head-on.

The two forces collided in an instant.

The flames on the Fire-tipped Spear flared, burning even fiercer, forming a larger ball of fire, like a fiery lion with a gaping maw, attempting to engulf the Death Demon Scythe.

Xiao Zhan spurred his Spirit Manipulation Energy!

Just as the Death Demon Scythe was about to be devoured by the flames, a thick black fire burst forth from the scythe, its energy so intense and its strike so fierce, like compressed air suddenly exploding!

It directly extinguished the fiery lion on the Fire-tipped Spear, and its domineering force took over, reversing the engulfment towards the Fire-tipped Spear itself!

The flames on the Fire-tipped Spear were instantaneously snuffed out. Ma Shu hadn’t even had time to react when the fire had been completely devoured.

And the rich Death Aura, like an incurable disease clinging to the bone, spiraled upwards, transforming into a serpent of death that coiled around the shaft of the spear, creeping towards Ma Shu step by step.

Ma Shu’s face was painted with terror as the Death Aura engulfed the Fire-tipped Spear. Though it was only a temporary covering, as a Spirit Master in contract with an Artifact Spirit, with a Contract Space as mediary, Ma Shu could feel the profound desolation of the Death Aura!

It was a sensation of life force draining away!

He frantically stirred the Spirit Manipulation Energy within him, trying to reignite the flames of the Fire-tipped Spear to counter the Death Aura.

But the Death Aura was too potent; this wasn’t just a matter of the difference in Artifact Spirit Level quality, it was also the amplification of the Shared Life and Death Contract.

Thus, no matter how much he stimulated his Spirit Manipulation Energy, there wasn’t the slightest sign of the Fire-tipped Spear’s flames rekindling.

His terror intensified. A Spirit Master losing their Artifact Spirit meant a significant drop in combat capability, leaving them nearly helpless in battle.

Thus, he had no choice but to keep driving his Spirit Manipulation Energy without reservation, fighting off the invasion.

Xiao Zhan then took the chance, sweeping around with the scythe to knock Ma Shu to the ground, followed by a soccer-style kick to the belly, instantly doubling him over.

The Demon Scythe swings, tracing a victorious howl through the air, aiming straight for his head.

"You’ve lost."

The three plain words spill from Xiao Zhan’s mouth.

Ma Shu’s face distorts in pain; he does not want to concede defeat like this, but the intense agony from both body and mind leaves him utterly powerless to continue resisting.

Bang!

"I’ve lost."

He fiercely punches the ground, filled with reluctance.

Seeing his surrender, Xiao Zhan immediately retracts the Death Aura that had been encroaching upon him, as the Death Demon Scythe transforms back into Ye Youlong, who demurely stands by his side.

The posture of the victor is undeniably displayed.

"This round, Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong are victorious!"

The judge promptly announces.

Below the stage, a wave of cheers and surprised voices erupts.

Cheers for Xiao Zhan’s victory! Surprise at how Xiao Zhan could have won the battle?

"Do you still have the confidence to beat him now?" Jiang Xian’er, who had been watching from the very beginning in the waiting area, couldn’t help but ask Zhao Long.

Zhao Long’s expression is ugly; Xiao Zhan’s strength has greatly exceeded his expectations.

His own strength is about the same as Ma Shu and the others; he is confident that he could defeat Ma Shu, but he admits he couldn’t do it as effortlessly as Xiao Zhan did.

After defeating his opponent, Xiao Zhan’s demeanor remains calm, with only a slight consumption of his Spirit Manipulation Energy, and seemingly no other issues.

Most crucially, he hasn’t seen him use any Bloodline Skills. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

He clenches his fists tightly.

However, his expression quickly relaxes again, and a trace of ruthlessness flashes deep in his eyes, "Who says I can’t beat him; have you seen me exchange blows with him?"

"No."

"That settles it, then." Zhao Long snickers.

How could you know you can’t win without even fighting?

Jiang Xian’er is aware of Zhao Long’s strength; at this moment, he is still able to speak with such confidence.

Immediately, her gaze sparkles with curiosity.

Just as she is about to ask, the judge’s voice rings out, "Next match, Zhao Long and Jiang Xian’er versus Chen Shun and Wu Qi!"

"Let’s go, it’s our turn to enter the fray." Zhao Long stands up.

Jiang Xian’er doesn’t ask any further.

The two of them then proceed to the martial arts platform.

Chen Shun and Wu Qi have arrived on the stage ahead of them; they all know each other.

Chen Shun’s gaze toward Zhao Long is filled with the same disdain he showed Xiao Zhan.

Clearly, in his eyes, every contestant seated here is garbage.

"Zhao Long, just concede and save my time. With your combined skills, you can’t defeat me," Chen Shun says very arrogantly.

His battle record is indeed impressive; his opponents hardly last three moves each match.

Among all the people here, the only one more showy than Chen Shun is Xiao Zhan.

Both dispatch their opponents in one move.

Thus, Chen Shun’s real target is Xiao Zhan!

"Alright, I concede," responds Zhao Long, suddenly playing along.