At this moment, the young man had only one thought…
‘Holy hell, where did this tsunami come from?!’
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, he was instantly swallowed by the unrestrained, surging tsunami.
The tiny spark of fire in his hand was extinguished in an instant.
He was enveloped by a seemingly endless torrent of water, and the suction hidden beneath the currents constantly dragged him deeper into the depths.
Fortunately, as a cultivator in the Foundation Building Stage, breathing was a function he could already discard.
Therefore, even within this roaring tide, he maintained a clear consciousness.
As a cultivator, he was no fool.
He immediately understood exactly who was responsible for this sudden tsunami.
Who else could it be besides his opponent, that little girl who had entered the Arena Plane with him?
The young man clearly realized that his opponent was by no means as harmless as she appeared.
Her strength was immense; it was absolutely impossible for an ordinary cultivator in the Soul Gathering Stage to unleash such a world-drowning flood.
This was a terrifying opponent!
But…
What was the use of knowing that now?
The surrounding currents seemed to contain that little girl’s Spirit Power.
Every time he tried to gather his own Spirit Power to cast Magic Arts, the surrounding water would carry her power into his body, eroding him and obstructing his own internal flow.
As a result, he had no way to resist this lake that had suddenly appeared.
He could only bob beneath the surface, quietly waiting for failure to arrive.
No, perhaps it might not be a failure?
A thought suddenly occurred to the young man.
To support such a massive flood, the consumption of Spirit Power had to be enormous.
Even if this little girl’s strength was great and her Spirit Power reserves were vast, how long could she possibly last in an Arena Tournament where there were no supplies?
Therefore, as long as this little girl didn’t launch any direct attacks against him, and as long as he held out until her Spirit Power was exhausted, he could easily escape his predicament.
At that time, victory would still be his.
In fact, he didn’t even need to worry about the girl’s attacks.
With such a massive drain on her resources, her Spirit Power was likely nearly depleted.
She probably couldn’t even cast an offensive spell now.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn’t help but want to mock his opponent.
‘Haha, a brat is still just a brat. Not only is she a child in status, but it seems her intelligence is the same. She committed such a reckless act just because she was provoked by my initial words.’
‘She’s probably slumped over somewhere right now, half-dead because her Spirit Power is running dry!’
‘I only need to wait, and I will be the victor!’
‘Now is the time to start thinking about how to deal with the next opponent…’
As the young man’s thoughts wandered, he suddenly felt something.
He knit his brows slightly and looked around.
‘Strange, why does it feel like the surrounding water is… moving?’
Although the idea was absurd — how could the water suddenly move like that? — the thought still involuntarily surfaced in the young man’s mind.
‘Or is it just my imagination?’
Because his Magic Arts were currently ‘sealed,’ the young man could not use spells to check his surroundings.
Even though he tried to comfort himself by saying it was just an illusion, the strange sensation left a bad premonition in his heart.
What the young man did not know was that Ling Xiaoyou — whom he believed was ‘half-dead from exhaustion’ — was currently standing atop the lake she had created.
She was looking up at the thick, dark clouds that had appeared in the sky at some unknown point.
A torrential rain fell from the sky, landing on her delicate little face, only to eerily pass right through her.
Even in the heavy rain, she remained dry and refreshed, as if she were nothing more than a phantom standing there.
“Hmm, although the Spirit Power consumption to directly change the geographical environment is large, I can actually afford it now.”
“And based on my attempt to control the water just now, even with this massive volume, my control is still as precise as moving my own limbs.”
Pinching her smooth chin, Ling Xiaoyou stood in deep thought, not paying any attention to the young man who was still ‘waiting for victory’ deep within the lake.
Because her stats had skyrocketed, her current strength was such that even cultivators with a higher cultivation realm than her might not necessarily be able to defeat her.
However, this also meant she was somewhat unfamiliar with the extent of her own power.
For example, just now, she hadn’t actually intended to create such a massive volume of water.
After all, besides looking impressive, such a large lake didn’t have much practical use.
Given her combat style, whether the lake was large or small didn’t matter, as long as the ground was covered a little.
And now…
Ling Xiaoyou glanced at the former plains, which had now turned into a lake, and silently withdrew her gaze.
To be honest, she had only used half of her usual Spirit Power according to her old standards, but she hadn’t expected the effect to be so overwhelming.
‘I suppose I’m still too unfamiliar with my current strength…’
Ling Xiaoyou sighed softly, retracted her thoughts, and looked at the water beneath her feet.
The young man remained motionless in the currents, as if he had already given up on thinking entirely.
Although she was curious about what he was doing, Ling Xiaoyou didn’t care to think too much.
She reached out her small hand and gently clenched it.
Immediately after, undercurrents surged within the lake.
Before the young man could even react — while he was still fantasizing about what kind of victory pose he should strike — the surrounding water instantly crushed him.
Finally, under the protection of the Space, he was eliminated from the match.
While all of this sounded incredible, in reality, Ling Xiaoyou had only casually clenched her fist, and the young man was instantly eliminated.
Seeing this scene, the spectators who had come to watch the match were stunned.
“Wait, what’s going on? Didn’t they say that with such a massive consumption of Spirit Power, she shouldn’t have any strength left to cast Magic Arts?”
“Who knows? Maybe her natural Spirit Power capacity is just much larger than others.”
“Did the Host really not make a mistake? Is this girl really just a Ghost Cultivator at the Soul Gathering Stage? Not one of those in the Spirit Core or even a Yin General???”
“Why do I get the feeling she’s just here to smurf and pick on the weak?”
It wasn’t just the audience; even the other contestants in the Rest Chamber were shocked.
In fact, the cultivators in the Soul Gathering Stage and Foundation Building Stage felt a faint sense of dread, more so than the audience or contestants of other realms.
None of them knew if they would encounter this Monster disguised as a little girl when they entered the Arena Plane.
At the same time, they were cursing the organizers of the Xuantian Martial Tournament, believing they had completely misjudged Ling Xiaoyou’s cultivation realm.
She shouldn’t have been assigned to this division at all!
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