Chapter 275: Angelic Apparition, Overwhelming Dominance

"Ultimate Ice!"

"He has an Ultimate Ice martial spirit too! But how can he use the power of two martial spirits at once? Is that a spirit bone ability?" Yan'er stared at Qian Ran, fear etched on her face. Realizing she could no longer threaten him in this environment, she signaled to the referee and decisively left the arena, taking the injured Shangguan Can with her.

In the frozen domain of Eternal Freeze, her fire-attribute martial spirit was utterly suppressed. Staying would not only be futile but could also drag down her teammates.

"This Ultimate Ice is absurdly tyrannical." Yan'er let out a long breath after stepping off the stage. Moments earlier, she felt as though even her soul was freezing.

It was her first time witnessing an Ultimate martial spirit—one that directly countered her own fire-based powers.

Qian Ran's spirit bone granted him an ability akin to having two martial spirits simultaneously, despite the typical limitation of using only one at a time. With Eternal Freeze from his spirit bone and the Ice Emperor's Wrath, Qian Ran could fully utilize the might of his second martial spirit.

The Zheng Tian Academy team, already under immense pressure from Qian Ran's overwhelming strength, found themselves struggling even more within the freezing domain.

"I… I think I'm freezing!" Tang Xiaolei's voice trembled as he watched frost creep up his legs. Alarmed, he quickly channeled his spirit power to dispel the ice and began moving again. He realized that any pause would allow the cold to seize his body entirely.

"Finish him as fast as possible!" Ye Wuqing shouted, unleashing a storm of golden leaves to engulf Qian Ran. Each leaf was like a razor-sharp blade, hurtling toward Qian Ran in a relentless torrent.

This was Ye Wuqing's signature combination of Leaf Blade and Leaf Tempest, designed to immobilize opponents in a deadly barrage.

At the same time, Yu Mengdi acted.

Raising her Holy Twin Blades, her third spirit ring glowed brightly. Golden flames surged from her blades as a radiant angelic figure materialized behind her. This Angel's Grace enhanced her next attack, doubling its potency.

Then, her most powerful ability activated.

"Angel's Divine Strike!" Yu Mengdi shouted, each word resonating with a rising musical tone. As her blades merged into a single massive sword, a blinding golden energy formed a colossal ten-meter-long blade that slashed toward Qian Ran.

Tang Xiaolei followed up, drawing his bow to unleash an arrow formed from his strongest spirit ring.

The three strongest members of Zheng Tian Academy launched their ultimate attacks simultaneously.

The silence in the audience was deafening. Tens of thousands of spectators, including the Star Luo royal family, court officials, and elite students from over a hundred academies, watched the arena with bated breath.

If Qian Ran could withstand this combined assault, the Zheng Tian team would have no chance left.

"Interesting."

"I could have ended this sooner, but I wanted you to feel satisfied with your efforts," Qian Ran said calmly.

His second crimson-red spirit ring flared brightly.

A massive golden apparition appeared behind him—a six-winged angel identical to his own martial spirit. This Angelic Apparition enveloped Qian Ran, shielding him entirely.

The golden leaves of Ye Wuqing's tempest crashed against the apparition but failed to penetrate. Even Yu Mengdi's Divine Strike dissipated harmlessly against the golden shield.

The angelic figure behind Qian Ran flapped its six wings, releasing countless golden feathers that rained down in every direction like a storm of light.

"Pfft—"

Ye Wuqing, standing at the front, was the first to be hit. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he collapsed heavily onto the ground.

Yu Mengdi fared slightly better, her angelic martial spirit providing some resistance. But even she couldn't withstand the assault and fell to her knees.

Tang Xiaolei, realizing the futility of resistance, jumped off the stage, forfeiting the match.

The golden feathers combined with the freezing temperatures caused even the 108 spirit masters maintaining the protective barrier to strain under the pressure. Cracks appeared in the shield, allowing the bitter cold to spill into the Star Luo Plaza.

The audience shivered as the freezing wind swept through, gaining a brief glimpse of the icy torment Zheng Tian Academy had endured.

"It's over."

The angelic apparition faded as Qian Ran landed gracefully on the stage. His voice was calm and unhurried, yet carried an air of absolute finality.

The combination of his strongest abilities—Angelic Apparition, Eternal Freeze, and the Ice Emperor's 400,000-year spirit bone power—had ensured his overwhelming dominance.

If Qian Ran hadn't been curious to see the Zheng Tian team's strongest moves, the match would have ended long ago.

The referee, stunned into silence, finally snapped back to reality. On the sidelines, Zheng Tian's instructors rushed to retrieve the injured Ye Wuqing and Yu Mengdi.

Meanwhile, the 108 spirit masters maintaining the barrier hesitated to withdraw their power, knowing the arena's extreme cold would linger long after the match.

Several fire-attribute spirit masters entered the stage to gradually melt the ice and snow. Yet even they shivered uncontrollably upon entering the icy domain.

For the first time, they truly understood why Yan'er had immediately forfeited. Remaining in that environment was sheer torment.

Spectators across the plaza erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

From the royal viewing platform, Star Luo Emperor Xu Jiawei clapped slowly, his expression a mix of astonishment and approval.

"Qian Ran... has surpassed all expectations," he murmured.

By his side, Empress Xu and Princess Xu Jiujing shared a knowing smile. While Jiujing's cheeks were still flushed with memories of her private moments with Qian Ran, her heart swelled with pride at his unparalleled performance.

"Majesty," one courtier ventured, "this young man... perhaps he's a herald of a new age for the continent."

Back in the arena, Qian Ran stretched lazily, looking almost bored.

"Hope the next match is more challenging," he muttered, smirking as he strolled off the stage.

Behind him, the scattered remains of Zheng Tian Academy's pride lay frozen—literally and figuratively.

(Chapter End)