Fight, Zhao Wuji

A thousand Gold Soul Coins was a compensation price that most people couldn't accept.

Zhao Wuji grinned slyly, changing his words, "I don't want to be accused of bullying the weak. I'll give you a fair chance. If you can last for one stick of incense in my hands, then we'll drop it, you won't have to pay for the medical fees."

Tuoba Yan braced himself, "Bring it on!"

"You're brave."

Zhao Wuji's smile widened.

Dai Mubai had been roughed up, and as the vice principal of Shrek Academy, could he really just stand by and not retaliate?

He touched his Storage Soul Guide Device, taking out a stick of incense. With a flick of his wrist, he lit the end. The incense was inserted into the floor, but the incense itself remained undamaged.

This demonstrated Zhao Wuji's mastery over power, with exceptionally high skill.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, proudly saying, "Begin! Don't try any tricks. No one can use speed to escape my attack range on this street."

Tuoba Yan raised his empty hands, a ball of flame floating in his palms.

The flame condensed into a red fire lotus.

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

The surrounding temperature suddenly soared to a dangerous level.

Zhao Wuji's heart lurched, his smile vanished, and he dismissed his contempt.

As an experienced teacher, Zhao Wuji sensed danger from the fire lotus.

Seven Soul Rings descended from Zhao Wuji's head. Their colors were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black.

After Martial Soul Avatar, Zhao Wuji's entire body was covered in a thick layer of brown fur.

Standing over two and a half meters tall, his muscles bulged, and his brown eyes exuded a domineering aura. His large hands became exceptionally heavy.

"Go, Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus!"

With a wave of Tuoba Yan's hand, the compressed Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus transformed into a streak of red light, shooting towards Zhao Wuji.

"Boom!"

A miniature mushroom cloud rose into the air.

The street was filled with smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust settled, Zhao Wuji's clothes were tattered, hanging on him like ribbons.

"Ugh!"

Dai Mubai stared blankly.

Everyone in the area, including Spirit Eagle Douluo, was stunned by Tuoba Yan's combat prowess.

A large, sunken pit appeared on the street.

It was hard to imagine that a child who looked so young, not even nine years old, could cause such terrifying destruction.

Spirit Eagle Douluo thought to himself: Soul power materialized, such exquisite control over flames.

The Saint is a demon of fire.

After awakening the Saint Martial Spirit, Tuoba Yan discovered that he had a supernatural control over flames.

Without needing to cultivate, he could shape the flames into anything he desired, simply by thinking it.

Of course, that wasn't enough to truly master the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus.

The Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus was a compression-style Self-Created Soul Skill.

To compress the flame essence to the brink of explosion, one needed a mental strength to match.

After a year of taking Dragon Saliva Incense, Tuoba Yan's mental realm had broken through from the Spirit Yuan Realm to the Spirit Connection Realm.

The Spirit Connection Realm—mindful and perceptive, thought reaches intention.

Reaching the Spirit Connection Realm meant that his control over his mental power had begun, truly using his mental strength for his own purposes.

Currently, Tuoba Yan could only condense one Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus.

Zhao Wuji took a significant hit, but instead of being angry, he was delighted, his expression excited, "You're a little rascal who's grown up! Not bad, not bad. It's been a long time since I've met someone I can actually fight. How could I be satisfied without a proper match?"

"Second Soul Skill·Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji dashed towards Tuoba Yan.

His second Soul Ring, a yellow glow, enveloped him, rendering him entirely yellow.

His large hands, covered in golden light and as big as a dining table, struck down towards Tuoba Yan's face with a whooshing sound.

"Hah, Blazing Fireball!"

Tuoba Yan opened his mouth, and a red fireball erupted, instantly engulfing Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji, relying on his tough defenses, burst out of the fireball and continued to pursue Tuoba Yan.

Tuoba Yan smiled.

A subtle arc, and Zhao Wuji's heart lurched with apprehension.

That smile gave the impression of prey stumbling into a trap set by a hunter.

Then, it was seen that Tuoba Yan's hands swept through the air towards Zhao Wuji.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

Three soft popping sounds echoed.

Zhao Wuji, who had been charging forward, let out a pained cry and fell heavily to the ground.

"What happened?"

Countless onlookers were perplexed.

They saw three circular wounds appear on Zhao Wuji's arms. The sight was gruesome; the wounds looked as if something had scraped the flesh away.

Spirit Eagle Douluo suddenly realized, "It's the Dragon Whisker Needle!"

The Blazing Fireball had been a distraction, a combat technique to obscure the vision. The real killing blow was the hidden weapon launched from Tuoba Yan's hand – the Dragon Whisker Needle.

Zhao Wuji couldn't have imagined that Tuoba Yan possessed Dragon Whisker Needles, specifically designed to pierce through the Aura Barrier protecting Beast Martial Souls.

However, Zhao Wuji's combat experience was extraordinary. Even in that brief moment, he quickly reacted, raising his arms to shield his chest, defending against Tuoba Yan's hidden weapons.

But he miscalculated.

His Aura Barrier couldn't withstand the Dragon Whisker Needles.

Zhao Wuji pulled himself up from the ground, his eyes blazing with anger.

He was, after all, the notorious troublemaker of the Soul Master world. He hadn't done much good in his youth, but he'd certainly done plenty of bad.

The searing pain in his right arm fueled his rage.

Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Ring flared to life.

"Fourth Soul Skill – Location Tracking!"

The scent of honey wafted from Zhao Wuji, spreading outwards.

The fourth Soul Ring flew out, ensnaring Tuoba Yan, who was not far away.

"No good!"

Tuoba Yan inwardly cursed, three Soul Rings descending from his head.

"Saint Martial Spirit Avatar!"

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Wuji leaped from the ground, arcing through the air, his second Soul Skill erupting in light.

"Second Soul Skill – Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

"Boom!"

There was no surprise this time.

Zhao Wuji's broad palm struck Tuoba Yan, sending him flying backward, smashing through three walls in succession.

Tuoba Yan collapsed amidst the rubble.

Zhao Wuji was furious, and his fifth Soul Ring ignited with light.

"Fifth Soul Skill – Gravity Compression!"

A miniature black hole formed behind Zhao Wuji.

Broken bricks and tiles, including the rubble-covered Tuoba Yan, were drawn towards Zhao Wuji.

"Now's my chance!"

A sharp glint appeared in Tuoba Yan's eyes.

As the bricks and tiles engulfing Tuoba Yan were lifted by the force of Gravity Compression, people saw a red fireball coalescing in Tuoba Yan's hand.

Using the pulling force of Gravity Compression, Tuoba Yan launched himself towards Zhao Wuji.

"Flame Burst Spiral Ball!"