The Final Begins

The Final Begins

Lu Yuan did not take Feng Yuyan's words to heart. He would deal with soldiers with generals and water with earth; even if the three of them joined forces, he was confident he could claim the final victory. That was confidence in his own strength.

After returning to the dormitory and chatting with Yuan Xin for a while, he began meditating. The path of cultivation valued persistence above all else.

The night slipped quietly away.

The next day!

At around eight in the morning, everyone gathered at the training grounds once more. Today's battle would be the Training Camp's final battle, as well as the fiercest fight for the championship.

Thus, early in the morning, the area beneath the arena was already packed with people. Not a single trainee still in the Training Camp was absent, including injured trainees like Yuan Xin.

Looking at the three eager opponents across from him, Lu Yuan touched his ring. Perhaps today, he would truly have to reveal all his trump cards.

Lin Feng, Yan Xiang, and Feng Yuyan each had their own strengths. Together, they were indeed quite troublesome.

Chris stood atop the arena. With the final match upon them, the atmosphere was exceptionally charged.

He raised a hand to quiet the crowd, then cleared his throat. "Students, after the brutal and intense selection rounds, we now have four remaining contestants. They are Lin Feng!"

Lin Feng nodded from the arena.

"Yan Xiang!"

Yan Xiang wore an honest, simple smile.

"Feng Yuyan!" Feng Yuyan smiled faintly, exuding a seductive charm.

"And finally, Lu Yuan!"

"Lu Yuan, go for it!" Yuan Xin waved from beneath the arena.

"Mm!" Lu Yuan nodded at Yuan Xin.

"Today's match is a free-for-all. Other than the prohibition against poison and deliberately killing someone, there are no other rules. Once the match is over, the last student still standing will be this competition's champion!"

Chris swept his gaze over the four of them. "Are you all ready?"

"Mm!" The four nodded together.

"Good. Then the match officially begins now!" Chris quickly stepped down from the arena, leaving only Lu Yuan and the other three atop it.

Seeing that the other three still had not moved, Lu Yuan smiled faintly, spun sharply, and charged toward Lin Feng.

Of the three, Lin Feng was the only one who interested him.

"Good timing!" Lin Feng refused to show weakness in the face of Lu Yuan's attack.

Their figures crossed in an instant.

"Heh, then let's get started too!" Yan Xiang laughed heartily and charged into their battle.

Feng Yuyan's pretty face changed slightly. Purple mist spread from her body, and a purple plant appeared in her right hand. Two yellow soul rings gleamed above it.

It was her Martial Soul, the Purple Smoky Orchid, a top-tier plant-type Martial Soul capable of creating illusions and poison.

The purple mist swept forward, slowly spreading toward the three of them.

"Heh!"

"Martial Soul Possession!"

The three Martial Souls possessed their owners at once, and five yellow soul rings shone simultaneously. The battle was on the verge of erupting.

With one punch, Lu Yuan knocked back the charging Yan Xiang, then swept a kick toward Lin Feng.

The kick came with tremendous force and howling wind. Lin Feng's gaze sharpened, and he twisted aside, dodging Lu Yuan's sweep.

Just as Lu Yuan was about to pursue, Yan Xiang's fist came smashing toward his head once more.

"Crack!" Lu Yuan clenched his right fist, gathered all his strength, and threw a punch.

The two fists collided. Lu Yuan took two steps back, while Yan Xiang was sent flying outright.

"Damn, that's got some kick!" Yan Xiang steadied himself, felt the numbness in his fist, patted his chest, and sighed.

Lin Feng's expression changed. Yan Xiang had been sent flying with a single punch? What terrifying strength.

Without paying much attention to Yan Xiang, Lu Yuan continued charging toward Lin Feng.

To Lu Yuan, Lin Feng was the greatest threat.

"Ghost-Trace Leopard Shadow!" Lin Feng shifted his steps, his figure becoming elusive. This was his first soul skill, which granted stealth and a boost in speed.

Lin Feng's figure split directly into several images. Lu Yuan struck repeatedly, but each blow landed only on afterimages and caused Lin Feng no harm.

"Interesting!" Lu Yuan halted, his figure turning ethereal. "Phoenix Dance Six Illusions!"

His body split into six, transforming into streaks of afterimages that caught up to Lin Feng in an instant.

"What incredible speed!" Lu Yuan's fist swept past Lin Feng's nose. The sharp wind from it sent goosebumps across Lin Feng's skin.

"Whoosh!" Lu Yuan stamped his foot, and six afterimages surrounded Lin Feng from every direction.

"This..." Watching the two figures flicker and dart in the distance, Yan Xiang's scalp tingled. Those two were far too fast. There was no way he could get involved!

Still, it looked as though Lin Feng had fallen into a disadvantage, which secretly shocked Yan Xiang.

Lu Yuan could not only crush him in strength, but he also outpaced Lin Feng in speed. What a terrifying kid.

"Second Soul Skill, Nether Leopard Barrage!" Under the pressure of Lu Yuan's speed, Lin Feng had no choice but to use his second soul skill.

As an Agility-Attack Soul Master, being overwhelmed in speed by a power-attack Soul Master was, frankly, incredibly frustrating for Lin Feng.

"Surging Tides!" Facing Lin Feng's sharp leopard claws, Lu Yuan remained unruffled as he unleashed a move from the Mountain Sea Fist.

The Mountain Sea Fist was no weaker than a soul skill in power. After all, it was the signature martial art of Wu Wudi, one of the Ten Great Warriors.

Wu Wudi was one of the foremost experts in the Storm Cloud World. Even in this world, he would at least be a Soul Sage or above. How could the martial arts of such a powerful expert be weak?

The Storm Cloud World might not have been much lower in level than Douluo Continent.

Though Lu Yuan had practiced the Mountain Sea Fist proficiently, he still did not fully comprehend its deeper essence. This was understandable; after all, Lu Yuan was only six years old, and this martial art was enough to serve him through the Soul King and Soul Emperor ranks.

Lin Feng was fast, and the Nether Leopard Barrage was quite powerful. However, it posed little threat to Lu Yuan, whose speed was no inferior to his and whose attack power far surpassed his.

Overwhelming strength broke all techniques. Lu Yuan's punch continuously neutralized Lin Feng's barrage, then continued straight toward Lin Feng's chest.

Seeing the massive fist right before him, Lin Feng hurriedly twisted his body aside. Even so, he was struck by the fist wind and sent flying several meters away.

"Cough!" Lin Feng crashed to the ground, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Yuan did not stop moving and continued his attack. Strike while he was down and finish him off.

"Rustle!" A cloud of purple smoke enveloped Lu Yuan. The purple mist carried a sweet fragrance that made one unconsciously want to breathe it in.

Lu Yuan's heart jolted. Feeling his head grow muddled, he hurriedly circulated the Qingqi Sutra and quickly dispelled the fogginess from his mind.

The Qingqi Sutra truly deserved to be called an unparalleled cultivation technique. In moments, Lu Yuan's mind had regained its clarity.

"Hmm?" Lu Yuan's expression changed as he sensed an aura rushing toward him.

He crossed his arms before his chest just as a massive fist slammed into them. The tremendous force drove Lu Yuan back seven steps before he could steady himself.

Looking at the figure across from him, Lu Yuan's expression turned solemn.