Challenge Beyond Level

"Liu Yi!"

The supervisor chuckled, nodded to the group, and then left the room as well.

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists. In a fit of anger, he directly flipped the table in front of him into the air.

"Brother Liu Yi, you're being foolish!"

Grandmaster frowned deeply. "There's nothing more to say now. Since Liu Yi is confident, we have to trust him."

"But! The other side is a Soul Saint, with eight levels more Soul Power. How could he possibly succeed?"

Flender sat on the sofa, lost in thought. A Challenge Beyond Level was simply unimaginable.

Other than Tang San, the Shrek Seven Devils all looked grim, their brows tightly furrowed.

Tang San, however, crossed his legs and leisurely drank his tea, as if Liu Yi's situation had nothing to do with him.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Tang San even began reading a book. In his eyes, it would be best if Liu Yi died here. That way, no one would be able to compete with him for women.

And he would be able to avenge himself as well.

At that thought, the corners of Tang San's lips curled up slightly. He turned and walked to the viewing stands, staring intently at Liu Yi in the Soul Arena.

Flender sighed. "Sigh, it's all because I was blinded by greed. Let's go take a look."

Everyone followed Flender to the spectator stands, their eyes filled with worry.

In the arena.

Liu Yi stood in place, while across from him stood a thin man about 1.7 meters tall.

The man wore black clothes and a black mask, giving him an especially gloomy air.

"You must be Liu Yi." Mokas smiled faintly, his eyes full of disdain.

"Heh, that's right. You're Mokas?"

"That's right. I watched your matches, and you greatly interested me. But I never expected a Soul Emperor like you to accept my challenge. Do you know the gap between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Saint?"

Liu Yi smiled faintly, took out a jug of fine wine from his Soul Guidance Device, and began drinking in large gulps.

Everyone present broke out in a cold sweat. At a life-or-death moment like this, he was still drinking? Had he gone mad?

Mokas frowned slightly. He had never seen such an arrogant junior before. In the middle of a life-or-death battle, Liu Yi was actually drinking by himself.

"Kid! You're playing with fire!"

The jug of wine was quickly emptied. Liu Yi wiped the corner of his mouth, tossed the wine jug to the ground, and said with a grin,

"Since I agreed to fight, I'm confident."

"I hope so!"

Fury flared in Mokas's eyes. "Fine, then I'd like to see just how much strength lies behind that arrogance of yours!"

Purple-black light suddenly burst from Mokas's body. One Soul Ring after another appeared in orderly formation around him, greatly enhancing his overall abilities.

Liu Yi stood where he was, his expression unchanged. He even laughed mockingly.

"Hahaha, come on. I'll show you what a Challenge Beyond Level truly is!"

As he spoke, Liu Yi strode forward. The Seven Kill Sword in his right palm shot out like a cleaver, rapidly charging toward Mokas and slashing down at him.

"Come on!" Liu Yi shouted.

Mokas's eyes burned with rage. He was far older than Liu Yi, nearly the same age as Flender. Considering his status, he had originally thought Liu Yi was merely a junior and not worth fearing.

Yet this junior had actually mocked him in front of everyone. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

With that thought, Mokas could no longer be bothered with nonsense. His purple-black arms lunged at Liu Yi, striking straight for his chest.

As the purple-black claws swept forward, it seemed as though the very air had been torn apart. A wildly violent aura erupted from his hands.

"Third Soul Skill, Void Severing Slash!"

The Seven Kill Sword violently collided with Mokas's claws. Terrifying shockwaves scattered outward like crashing ocean waves.

Mokas's eyes filled with shock. As expected of the strongest attack-type Martial Soul in the world—the Seven Kill Sword!

That exchange had actually put him at a disadvantage. It was clear just how terrifying Liu Yi's Seven Kill Sword was.

His Third Soul Ring was at the ten-thousand-year level, something Mokas's thousand-year Soul Ring could not possibly rival.

Liu Yi did not stop there. Instead, he grew fiercer with every strike, continuously chopping at Mokas's arms.

Mokas truly was a Soul Saint-level powerhouse. He knew well that if he allowed Liu Yi to keep attacking, he might very well lose.

Almost instantly, Mokas leaped into the air. As his body spun midair, his Seventh Soul Ring lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Accompanied by Mokas's furious roar, his entire body transformed into a colossal wolfhound eight meters tall. Violent energy filled the entire arena, and even the air seemed to freeze solid.

Everyone in the spectator stands clenched their fists, their eyes filled with worry.

Tang San, however, chuckled to himself.

You're only a Soul Emperor, yet you dare challenge a Soul Saint. You overestimate yourself. Today, I'll use his hands to grind your bones to dust!

Mokas, who had activated his Martial Soul Avatar, sneered. "Heh, kid, you really are strong. As expected of a Soul Master with the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul. But this is as far as you go. You should be happy that you managed to force out my Martial Soul Avatar before you die!"

"Then let's see who comes out on top. It's still too early to say."

Hearing this, Mokas finally could not suppress the fury in his heart. Carrying his eight-meter-tall body, he arrived before Liu Yi almost instantly.

His right hand rose high, its sharp claws lunging toward Liu Yi's chest.

Liu Yi did not dare slack off in the slightest. His body instantly retreated. With an eight-level difference in Soul Power, he naturally knew the gap between them. This was not yet the time for a head-on clash.

Especially after Mokas activated his Martial Soul Avatar, his strength had risen to a level comparable to a level seventy-eight Soul Saint.

Flender was frantic. "Not good! Mokas's aura keeps rising. His Soul Power has already reached level seventy-eight!"

"What?!" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her face full of worry. Biting her lip and holding back her tears, she stared fixedly at Liu Yi's back.

After several hundred more exchanges, a smile gradually appeared on Liu Yi's face.

Mokas was already restless and frustrated. After more than a hundred exchanges without even touching Liu Yi, he was furious, and his attacks began to turn violent.

It was precisely because of this that Liu Yi found an opening. When experts fought, as long as even the slightest flaw was exposed, the tide could be turned in an instant!

"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Tens of thousands of Seven Kill Swords rushed toward Mokas like rainfall.

Mokas's expression changed drastically. He had never expected that just as he wanted to catch his breath, Liu Yi would use his Sixth Soul Skill to stop him. It was utterly detestable!

At this moment, he knew he could no longer dodge. He could only forcefully withstand this Sixth Soul Skill!