Is this still human?

Flender's heart clenched as if an invisible hand were squeezing it, nearly bursting from his throat.

What on earth could be so important that it warranted a Title Douluo's personal visit?

After listening to Spirit Eagle Douluo's request, his gaze suddenly landed on Tuoba Yan.

The young man had three Soul Rings floating beneath his feet.

Yellow, purple, and black swirled in the sunlight, clearly indicating the identity of a Three-Ring Soul Elder, with a Soul Power Level somewhere between level thirty-one and forty.

But this Soul Ring configuration defied common sense.

The yellow ring was immediately followed by the purple ring, and the outermost ring was encircled by a black ring, clearly an extreme configuration that surpassed the standard.

Despite the total age of the three Soul Rings not exceeding twenty thousand years, compared to Zhao Wuji, whose seven Soul Rings had accumulated over sixty thousand years, more than three times as much, it was a stark contrast.

Flender pushed up his glasses, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes behind the lenses. "Your Highness, are you certain you wish to proceed?"

He was all too aware of the gap between them.

Each year added to a Soul Ring's age added a point to its attribute.

On the Soul Power Level, seventy-one was a chasm compared to thirty-eight.

Not to mention Zhao Wuji's decades of experience in the Soul Master path, far surpassing that of a young man in combat.

Regardless of the angle, this battle should have been a crushing victory.

"There is no room for doubt." Spirit Eagle Douluo's voice was calm and even.

"Very well." Flender patted Zhao Wuji on the shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Wuji, I can only help you to this point. He's just a child, don't hold back, finish this quickly."

Zhao Wuji felt a surge of resentment bubbling within him.

Flender was new to this, and didn't understand the monstrous nature of Tuoba Yan.

He could swear that among all the Shrek Academy graduates, no one was more outrageous than this young man.

But the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo weighed heavily on him, and he could only grit his teeth and comply.

"Fifth Soul Skill! Gravity Compression!"

A miniature black hole suddenly appeared behind Zhao Wuji.

The surrounding stones and leaves were instantly drawn into a swirling vortex, and even Tuoba Yan, a hundred meters away, felt his body sinking slightly.

Immediately after, his fourth Soul Ring lit up with a red glow.

"Fourth Soul Skill! Location Tracking!"

The Great Vajra Bear Martial Soul possessed unparalleled defense, its only weakness being its speed. These two skills were used to compensate for this deficiency, locking the opponent within the gravity field.

Tuoba Yan lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure suddenly rose half a foot.

A golden halo of Chicken Charms flowed around his ankles; his body, which should have been pulled down by gravity, was as light as a feather.

He twisted his waist and spread his arms like a Peng bird's wings, the starting posture of the martial art Ladder Ascending Clouds.

"Hoo—"

The black hole's gravity suddenly surged, and stones and leaves formed a violent vortex behind Zhao Wuji.

But Tuoba Yan stepped on invisible points of Qi, his figure darting left and right, always dodging before reaching the strongest point of the gravity field.

When the red light of the fourth Soul Skill pursued him like a shadow, he suddenly leaped a zhang high, his boots lightly touching the void three times, using the spiral airflow to avoid the beam of light in an instant, and the Dragon Whisker Needle that slipped from his sleeve was already flashing with a faint light between his fingers.

"Kid, don't be afraid to run!"

Zhao Wuji roared, urging his Soul Power, and the gravity field suddenly tripled in size, the air thickening like solidified jelly.

But Tuoba Yan's figure became increasingly elusive, the golden charms around him flickering on and off, sometimes like a broken kite slanting across the rain of stones, sometimes like catkins weaving through the debris, always maintaining a hair's breadth distance from the bear's paw.

Flender stared at the battle, the lenses of his glasses reflecting the chaotic light and shadow.

He had already calculated Tuoba Yan's Soul Power consumption.

Ascending the Ladder to such a height consumed half a level of Soul Power each time, and his levitation ability lost at least three levels every moment, so he should not have been able to sustain Ladder Ascending Clouds for more than a moment.

But half an hour had passed, and the figure in Qingpao was still dodging in the gravity vortex.

Zhao Wuji's bear paws missed by a hair's breadth each time, and the dust kicked up was far more than the number of times he hit.

"Roar!"

Zhao Wuji slammed his chest, and the dark golden fur of his Martial Soul Avatar began to lose its luster.

The surging power within him was flowing away at an astonishing rate, and the black hole maintaining Gravity Compression rippled unstably.

When the last ray of gold disappeared from his seventh Soul Ring, his massive body suddenly shrank, returning to human form, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

It was at this moment that Tuoba Yan suddenly changed his fighting style.

He stopped dodging, and stood steadily three zhang away, the ease in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold focus.

"The real battle, begins now."

Before his words had even finished, his figure had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

"Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus!"

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"Flame Burst! Rasengan!"

"Bonds of Fire!"

One after another, self-created Soul Skills erupted, flames and aura weaving together into a dense net of attack.

What was even more astonishing was Tuoba Yan's footwork. Alternating between Dragon Step and Cloud Traverse, he was sometimes like a soaring dragon weaving through the air, and sometimes like a fleeting glimpse of a startled crane.

The Dragon Whisker Needles he tossed from his sleeve sought out the weak points in the Aura Barrier.

Flender stared, muttering, "Is this even a person?"

"He's more like a monster," Spirit Eagle Douluo said, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.

Zhao Wuji released his Martial Soul Avatar. His agility, strength, and defense were all weakened.

Even with the pain, he continued the battle. The muscles in his arms coiled and contracted, and sweat poured from his body.

It was as if all his energy was being channeled into a single point.

Clearly, he was unleashing his most powerful Soul Skills.

Tuoba Yan's every move was purposeful.

"This is…incredible!" Flender mumbled, completely dumbfounded.

He didn't hesitate, and the Dragon Whisker Needles were launched again.