"Thirty percent." Lin Yun waved a hand, sweeping away the dust that hung over the arena with Soul Power.
The Soul Tool Shield sustained by countless Milk Bottles had long since shattered. Even Zheng Zhan's Level 9 Soul Tool shield had failed to withstand the Evil Dragon Battle Axe. The force of the explosion—even just its aftershock—was hardly something this Soul Tool Shield could block.
This wasn't even one of Xu Tianran's trump-card linked Soul Tools. If he couldn't break a little shield like this, where would Lin Yun's pride be?
The arena was already a complete mess. Every stretch of ground in front of Lin Yun that the Evil Dragon Battle Axe had flown over had been sliced in two by its razor-sharp aura.
It was like a widening road extending all the way to where Zheng Zhan had defended against Lin Yun's attack. With the shield as the dividing line, the arena on Lin Yun's side was completely intact aside from the fissure carved out by the Evil Dragon Battle Axe, while the arena on Zheng Zhan's side had utterly collapsed.
The Unbreakable Douluo stood atop the massive crater, questioning his entire life. Metal fragments from his Level 9 Soul Tool shield lay scattered around him, while he was covered in dust and strips of torn cloth.
Zheng Zhan lowered his head and looked at his constantly trembling hands, their skin split open and bleeding. His face was filled with horror.
This fucking... Soul Saint?
I'd believe you if you said he was a Super Douluo!
No, what ordinary Super Douluo could break through my defense in one move and nearly kill me?
"During a soul fighting match... injuring the referee is forbidden!" Zheng Zhan said through trembling lips. After forcing out those words, his eyes rolled back,