Soul Clash, Third Round

"Ninety-three. Much obliged...!" Xiao Yan casually lowered his hand with a faint smile, his relaxed manner seeming to tell everyone that he was still far from his limit.

At this moment, the others seemed to realize the gap between themselves and Xiao Yan, and many grew discouraged. Bai Xuan turned to glance at Xiao Heng in the audience stand some distance away and smiled helplessly. You never said Xiao Yan was this formidable.

Xiao Yan's outstanding first-place performance in two consecutive rounds also made many people see this young man in a new light. They had initially thought the Ye Family was desperately grasping at straws, but now that they looked at it, this was hardly desperation. It was more like treating a scrape with a high-grade medicinal pill.

At this moment, Ye Zhong's heart settled a little more. Though two first-place finishes could not completely determine the outcome, judging by Xiao Yan's performance, there should not be any problem in the final round either.

Elder Sheng announced the results of the second round, then looked at everyone with a smile. "Soul Power is the foundation of an Alchemist, but this assessment must not only test the soul—it must also display its offensive power. After all, this is also one of an Alchemist's effective means of attack...!"

"The final round is very simple. The five of you will enter this circle and use Soul Power to fight one another. Whoever remains in the circle at the end shall be the victor...!" As he spoke, Elder Sheng pointed to the thirty-meter-wide red circle in the center of the arena. This would be the battlefield for this clash.

Soul Power was indeed a commonly used means of attack for Alchemists. Compared with Dou Qi, Soul Power was stranger and more difficult to