"I lost!" Xie Yue sighed softly as he looked at Lu Yuan.
His expression was somewhat complicated. Full Moon was his proudest Self-Created Soul Skill, yet Lu Yuan had shattered it completely with a mere casual finger. This was no small blow to Xie Yue.
Lu Yuan merely smiled without speaking. Defeat—wasn't that perfectly normal?
"What was that move called?" Xie Yue asked curiously. Lu Yuan's finger strike had been as dazzling as a meteor, its speed and overwhelming power breaking through his Full Moon in a single blow. Its might was truly astonishing.
"A Self-Created Soul Skill—Spear Art: Falling Star," Lu Yuan said with a smile.
"Spear Art: Falling Star? It truly is a formidable Self-Created Soul Skill," Xie Yue praised sincerely.
"Falling Star's power is merely decent among my Self-Created Soul Skills. I created it a long time ago," Lu Yuan said, shaking his head.
"Among your Self-Created Soul Skills? Don't tell me you have more than one?" Xie Yue asked.
"Of course. Creating a few Soul Skills isn't all that difficult," Lu Yuan said softly, looking utterly calm and unconcerned.
Xie Yue's mouth twitched. He had expended tremendous effort to create only one Self-Created Soul Skill, Full Moon. Yet this guy had several, and even said that creating a few Soul Skills was nothing difficult.
What made Xie Yue feel even more crushed was that Spear Art: Falling Star, which Lu Yuan considered merely decent in power, had utterly defeated Full Moon—the Self-Created Soul Skill Xie Yue had regarded as flawless.
If even Xie Yue felt that way, the spectators beneath the stage were even more speechless. Self-Created Soul Skills were things they could not even hope to touch. Anyone capable of comprehending one was already an absolute genius, yet the fellow on the stage possessed several.