NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38: Chapter 38
**Chapter 38: This Lady is Not a Gentleman**
Fei Zheng's attack was swift, but Bibi Dong was even faster. His first wave of strikes missed entirely, slicing through the thick poisonous fog but landing on nothing. The mist surged back almost immediately, filling the gaps left by his axe.
A sudden *whoosh* to his left made Fei Zheng instinctively raise his axe to block.
*Clang!*
The force of the impact rattled his arms, but he exhaled in relief—he had narrowly defended against the attack. However, his relief was short-lived.
"Swish..."
A sharp pain seared through his right abdomen. Fei Zheng winced, clutching the wound as his mind raced. 'How did she hit me? Can she see through this fog?'
Fei Zheng's suspicion was correct. The poisonous mist, though a visual barrier to others, was no obstacle for Bibi Dong. Through her keen senses, she could effortlessly track his movements, giving her a significant advantage.
This was a one-sided battle.
As Fei Zheng struggled to defend himself, Bibi Dong moved with precision and ease. Her strikes were calculated, her movements fluid. Meanwhile, Fei Zheng's frantic attempts to counterattack only made him look clumsy.
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*Whoosh!*
Another sound of an incoming attack. Fei Zheng swung his blood axe in a wild arc, forming a defensive barrier of crimson shadows around him.
Bibi Dong, observing his panicked slashing from a safe distance, smirked. She took a few steps back, letting him exhaust himself.
What Fei Zheng didn't realize was that his frantic movements were working against him. The longer he moved in the poisonous fog, the more toxins he inhaled. It wouldn't be long before the effects became apparent.
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Two minutes passed. Fei Zheng's breathing grew labored, his limbs heavy. A foggy haze clouded his mind. He finally realized the mist wasn't just a visual obstruction—it was poisoned.
'I can't lose... not like this,' he thought desperately. He bit the tip of his tongue to regain some clarity, the sharp pain momentarily sharpening his focus.
"Come out and fight me!" he shouted. "Hiding in this fog and sneaking around—where's your honor? How can you call yourself a hero or a gentleman?"
Bibi Dong's derisive laugh echoed through the mist.
"A gentleman? A hero?" she sneered. "I'm neither. I'm a woman, and I don't care for such nonsense."
She shook her head, amused. 'This man must be an idiot to think I care about his idea of 'fairness.''
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By the fifth minute, Fei Zheng couldn't hold on any longer. His body gave out, and he collapsed heavily onto the ring.
From within the mist, Bibi Dong's voice rang out. "He's done. Referee, announce the result."
A Soul Douluo with a flying martial soul soared above the ring, flapping his wings to disperse the mist. As the fog cleared, the scene became visible: Fei Zheng lay unconscious, his skin mottled with purple blotches, a clear sign of poisoning. Blood seeped from his abdomen, and it was obvious he needed immediate treatment.
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From the stands, Zhao Ling observed with a mix of fascination and curiosity.
"So, her first soul skill creates a poisonous fog that not only blocks vision but also poisons enemies," he muttered to himself. "The range and toxicity must be decent, but it seems to take time to fully incapacitate an opponent. Still, pretty effective."
His focus shifted to Bibi Dong's next opponent, a Level 56 Agility-type Soul King with a Shadow Leopard martial soul.
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As soon as the referee signaled the start, the Shadow Leopard Soul King sprang into action. His second soul ring lit up, activating *Shadow Clone*. A duplicate of himself materialized instantly, mirroring his every move.
Moments later, his third soul ring glowed. *Shadow Raid* was unleashed, and two black figures streaked toward Bibi Dong at breakneck speed.
The audience erupted in cheers at the spectacle of speed and precision.
Bibi Dong, however, remained calm. Her fourth soul ring shimmered, activating *Thorn Spider Armor*.
In a flash, her body was encased in a thick, purple-black carapace covered in razor-sharp, poison-laden thorns. The armor did nothing to hinder her movement, but it made her an intimidating and dangerous target.
The clones reached her in an instant. One's claws swiped at her neck, while the other aimed for her abdomen.
But the moment her spiked armor appeared, both figures recoiled, aborting their attacks to avoid impaling themselves.
Bibi Dong took advantage of their hesitation. Her first soul ring activated again, unleashing another wave of *Death Poison Mist* that quickly enveloped the ring.
The spectators groaned in frustration.
"Not again! We can't see a thing!"
"What's the point of watching if the whole fight is hidden in fog?"
"Refund our money!"
The audience's complaints fell on deaf ears. The Great Fighting Soul Arena staff had no intention of issuing refunds.
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Within the fog, the Shadow Leopard Soul King knew he was at a severe disadvantage. Without sight, his agility and speed were meaningless.
This is bad. Really bad, he thought, his heart racing. He backed away toward the edge of the ring, trying to formulate a strategy.
Bibi Dong, hidden within the mist, smiled coldly. 'Run if you like. It won't save you.'
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Meanwhile, in the stands, Zhao Ling shook his head at the disgruntled audience.
"Let them grumble," he thought. They don't know they're witnessing a future legend at work.
Turning slightly, he noticed Ah Yin leaning closer. Her proximity made him hesitate.
"Why aren't you watching the fight?" he asked, confused.
Ah Yin tilted her face upward, a faint smile on her lips. "Why bother? The outcome is obvious."
Her calm confidence in Bibi Dong mirrored Zhao Ling's own, but her words left him with a lingering thought: This woman… she's more perceptive than she lets on.
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On the ring, the Shadow Leopard Soul King, realizing escape was futile, reluctantly lunged back into the fog. 'If I'm going down, I'll go down fighting," he resolved.
But deep down, he knew the truth. This wasn't a fair fight.
It never was.
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