Battle, Zhao Wuji

A thousand Gold Soul Coins was a compensation price most people could not accept.

Zhao Wuji grinned slyly and changed his tune. "I don't want people saying I'm bullying the weak with my strength, either. I'll give you a fair chance. If you can last one incense stick's time against me, we'll call this matter settled, and you won't need to pay the medical expenses."

Tuoba Yan took up a defensive stance. "Come on!"

"You've got guts."

The grin on Zhao Wuji's lips widened.

Dai Mubai had been beaten up. As Shrek Academy's vice dean, if he did not help Dai Mubai regain his dignity, would he have any face left?

He touched his Storage Soul Guide Device and took out an incense stick. With a rub of his palm, he lit it.

With a flick of his hand, the incense stick's tip embedded itself in the floor, yet the stick itself remained completely undamaged.

This showed just how profoundly Zhao Wuji controlled his strength.

Zhao Wuji stood with his arms folded, saying arrogantly, "Begin! Don't try to play tricks. No one can rely on speed to escape my attack range on the streets."

Tuoba Yan flipped his empty hand over, and a ball of flame floated above his palm.

The flames condensed into a red fire lotus.

Then, under Tuoba Yan's mental control, the fire lotus shrank from the size of a basketball to the size of a rice bowl.

The surrounding temperature suddenly soared to a terrifying level.

Zhao Wuji's heart tightened. The smile vanished from his face as he put away his contempt.

As a teacher experienced in instructing students in combat, Zhao Wuji smelled danger from the fire lotus.

Seven soul rings descended above Zhao Wuji's head. Their colors were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black.

After Martial Soul Possession, Zhao Wuji's entire body became covered in thick brown fur.

He stood over two and a half meters tall, his muscles bulging all over. His brownish-yellow eyes radiated a domineering aura, while his large hands became exceptionally thick and heavy.

"Go, Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus!"

With a wave of Tuoba Yan's hand, the compressed Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus turned into a streak of red light and shot straight at Zhao Wuji.

Boom!

A small mushroom cloud rose into the air.

Smoke filled the street as dust scattered in every direction.

When the smoke and dust finally settled, Zhao Wuji's clothes were in tatters, hanging from his body like ribbons.

"Uh!"

Dai Mubai stood there blankly.

Everyone present, including Spirit Eagle Douluo, was stunned by Tuoba Yan's combat strength.

A huge crater had appeared in the street.

It was hard to imagine that a child who looked so young, no more than nine years old, could unleash such horrifying destructive power.

Spirit Eagle Douluo thought to himself, Condensing Soul Power into form. What exquisite control over flames.

The Saint was the Demon of Fire.

After awakening the Saint Martial Spirit, Tuoba Yan discovered that he possessed an almost divine level of control over fire.

He did not need to cultivate it. With a mere thought, the flames he summoned could condense into any shape he desired.

Of course, that alone was not enough to master Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus.

Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus was a compressed Self-Created Soul Skill.

To compress fire particles to the brink of rampage required sufficiently matched spiritual power.

After consuming Dragon Saliva Incense for a year, Tuoba Yan's spiritual realm had broken through from the Spirit Yuan Realm into the Spirit Connection Realm.

The Spirit Connection Realm meant that one's mind and spirit were connected, and intentions could become reality with a thought.

Upon reaching the Spirit Connection Realm, one had only begun to master spiritual power and could truly control it for one's own use.

The current Tuoba Yan could only condense a single Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus.

Zhao Wuji had suffered a major loss, but instead of getting angry, he became delighted. Excitement filled his face as he said, "What a case of an old mother being overturned by her own child. Not bad, not bad. It's been a long time since I met someone as capable in a fight as you. How could I be satisfied without properly exchanging blows with you?"

Second Soul Skill—Great Strength Vajra Palm!

Zhao Wuji charged toward Tuoba Yan.

The second soul ring beneath his feet glowed yellow, dyeing his entire body in yellow light.

His palms became covered in golden radiance and grew as large as dining tables, slamming down toward Tuoba Yan's face with a piercing roar.

"Ha, Blazing Fireball!"

Tuoba Yan opened his mouth, spitting a red fireball into the air. In an instant, it engulfed Zhao Wuji.

Relying on his formidable defenses, Zhao Wuji charged straight through the fireball and continued pursuing Tuoba Yan.

A faint smile curled across Tuoba Yan's lips.

That subtle curve made Zhao Wuji feel uneasy.

The smile gave him the feeling that prey had run straight into a hunter's trap.

Then Tuoba Yan swung both hands through the air at Zhao Wuji.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Three faint bursts rang out.

Zhao Wuji, who had been charging forward, let out a pained cry and collapsed onto the ground with a thump.

"What happened?"

Countless onlookers were baffled.

Three circular wounds had appeared on Zhao Wuji's arm. They were horrifying, as though chunks of flesh had been gouged out.

Spirit Eagle Douluo suddenly understood. Dragon Whisker Needles!

At that critical moment, the Blazing Fireball had merely been a combat technique meant to obscure vision. Tuoba Yan's true killing move had been the hidden weapons fired from his hand—the Dragon Whisker Needles.

Zhao Wuji never could have imagined that Tuoba Yan possessed Dragon Whisker Needles, which specialized in piercing the protective Aura Barriers of beast Martial Souls.

However, Zhao Wuji's combat experience was exceptional. Even in that brief instant, he reacted quickly, crossing his arms before his chest to defend against Tuoba Yan's hidden weapons.

Yet he had miscalculated.

His protective Aura Barrier could not block the Dragon Whisker Needles.

Zhao Wuji climbed to his feet, fury burning in his eyes.

He had once been a notorious troublemaker in the world of soul masters. In his youth, he had done few good deeds and plenty of bad ones.

The burning pain in his right arm stoked the fury in his heart.

Zhao Wuji's fourth soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

Fourth Soul Skill—Location Tracking!

The scent of honey spread from Zhao Wuji's body into the surroundings.

His fourth soul ring flew out and encircled Tuoba Yan in the distance.

"Not good!"

Tuoba Yan inwardly cried out in alarm as three soul rings descended above his head.

Saint Possession!

Almost at the same time, Zhao Wuji sprang up from the ground, tracing an arc through the air as his second soul skill lit up.

Second Soul Skill—Great Strength Vajra Palm!

Bang!

This time, there was no surprise.

Zhao Wuji's broad palm sent Tuoba Yan flying with a single slap, smashing him through three walls in succession.

Tuoba Yan fell amid the rubble.

Zhao Wuji was beside himself with rage as his fifth soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

Fifth Soul Skill—Gravity Compression!

A small black hole formed behind Zhao Wuji.

Broken bricks and tiles all flew toward Zhao Wuji, including Tuoba Yan, who was buried beneath the rubble.

"Now!"

A sharp gleam flashed in Tuoba Yan's eyes.

When the broken bricks and tiles burying Tuoba Yan rose due to Gravity Compression, everyone saw a red fireball condensing in Tuoba Yan's hand.

Using Gravity Compression's pulling force, Tuoba Yan's body flew toward Zhao Wuji.

Flame Burst Spiral Ball!