It had to be said that the Crimson Lone Wolf had never felt such rage before. This brat before him was only a Soul Elder! Yet he actually dared to provoke a Soul Ancestor like him?!
"Then as you wish!"
The Crimson Lone Wolf let out a low growl, and his third soul ring lit up.
"Third Soul Skill: Back Fur Needles!"
After possessing his body, countless crimson wolf hairs had appeared all over the Crimson Lone Wolf. They had originally lain smoothly against his body, but once his Third Soul Skill activated, they suddenly stood on end.
"Ha!"
The Crimson Lone Wolf hunched over, turning his back toward Zhao Xuan. Soul Power surged through his entire body, and those wolf hairs shot out in an instant. Every strand possessed a crystalline texture and glinted with a cold light like steel needles.
"Interesting."
Zhao Xuan's eyes lit up, and his figure suddenly flashed. He was much faster than before.
The wolf-hair needles fell in an unending torrent like a swift downpour, easily piercing into the bluestone floor.
Such powerful penetration? Zhao Xuan was secretly astonished as he continued dodging.
Fortunately, although the Back Fur Needles were extremely powerful, their area of coverage was limited. They could only be fired from the Crimson Lone Wolf's back, so Zhao Xuan easily evaded them.
"How could he be so fast?!"
Seeing that his rain of wolf-hair needles had been ineffective, the Crimson Lone Wolf straightened up and stared at Zhao Xuan with uncertain eyes.
How could a Soul Elder be this fast? Moreover, he did not have a Beast Soul, much less the physique granted by Beast Soul possession.
When the Crimson Lone Wolf stopped using his Third Soul Skill, Zhao Xuan also halted and looked at him, his lips moving slightly.
"Continue."
Frowning, the Crimson Lone Wolf did not immediately attack. There was something strange about this Soul Elder!
When the Crimson Lone Wolf hesitated, the audience started making a commotion again.
"A Soul Ancestor actually dares not attack a Soul Elder? What a joke!"
"Get down here, you trash. You can't even beat a Soul Elder."
"Haha, this is the first time I've ever seen the Crimson Lone Wolf this pathetic."
The Crimson Lone Wolf remained unmoved. Zhao Xuan raised a brow. Does he want me to attack so he can find an opening? Then as you wish.
Zhao Xuan controlled his speed, using only around thirty percent of his strength. As a result, he did not appear particularly fast, seeming even slightly slower than the Crimson Lone Wolf had been while attacking.
Seeing Zhao Xuan charge over, a gleam flashed in the Crimson Lone Wolf's eyes, and his second soul ring shone.
"Second Soul Skill: Calamity of Bloodlight!"
A thick cloud of Blood Mist erupted around the Crimson Lone Wolf, instantly spreading across the entire arena.
"Hm?"
Zhao Xuan was slightly surprised. Crimson fog surrounded him on all sides, hazy and indistinct, obscuring his vision and making it impossible to tell east from west.
"Whoosh!"
A cold glint flashed through the dense mist! A sharp claw suddenly struck toward Zhao Xuan. Zhao Xuan instinctively dodged, and the razor-sharp claws swept past his chest.
Having missed, the claw withdrew into the fog once more.
"Over here!"
Zhao Xuan, who had been standing motionless in the Blood Mist, suddenly moved and kicked in one direction.
"Bang!"
The Crimson Lone Wolf, hidden within the Blood Mist, was struck by the kick. He staggered back several steps before steadying himself.
"How is that possible?"
The Crimson Lone Wolf was utterly shocked. How had this brat discovered him? He was deeply unwilling to accept it. How could a mere Soul Elder be so difficult to deal with?!
That feeling must have been intuition.
Thinking back on the fleeting sensation that had flashed through his mind moments ago, Zhao Xuan was delighted.
Within the Blood Mist, his eyes were useless and his ears could hear nothing. Yet by relying on that fleeting thought, he had actually managed to kick the Crimson Lone Wolf.
Unwilling to accept this, the Crimson Lone Wolf launched Surprise Attacks again and again, but Zhao Xuan blocked every one of them. Several times, Zhao Xuan even kicked him.
"The force is weak. Is he using me as a whetstone?"
The Crimson Lone Wolf's gaze flickered. Compared to Zhao Xuan's first kick, the recent ones had clearly lacked strength. With his rich combat experience, he could distinctly sense that the force behind those kicks had been nearly identical. Zhao Xuan was obviously controlling his strength.
Furthermore, compared to before, after every recent attack, he had felt a chilling sensation crawl over him, as though a pair of eyes were staring fixedly at him from within the Blood Mist.
One had to know that aside from him, the one who had released this Blood Mist and could use the Soul Power contained within it to determine his enemy's location, everyone inside the mist would have their vision restricted! Unless they possessed a martial soul with scouting abilities, they would be unable to find him.
And the martial soul of that brat in the Blood Mist definitely did not possess such an ability, because this sensation had only appeared recently and had gradually grown stronger.
After several fruitless attacks, the Crimson Lone Wolf dispersed the Blood Mist. Maintaining it consumed Soul Power, and he did not have much left. Meanwhile, the brat opposite him had used only a single soul skill.
As the Blood Mist dissipated, the spectators, whose vision had been blocked by it, all widened their eyes. None of them had the mind to curse anymore; all they wanted to know was the final result.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Crimson Lone Wolf, go home, you trash! You can't even kill a Soul Elder!"
When they saw the two figures still standing in the arena, the audience immediately began shouting curses. Compared to the one-sided cheers before the match, the Crimson Lone Wolf now resembled a rat crossing the street, condemned by everyone! The spectators who had originally supported him now cursed the loudest.
The Crimson Lone Wolf's figure seemed desolate, but his bearing grew even colder. He stared intently at Zhao Xuan. "I admit it. I truly underestimated you."
Zhao Xuan neither confirmed nor denied it, merely watching him quietly. His Fourth Soul Skill should be next. I'm looking forward to it.
Each of the Crimson Lone Wolf's first three soul skills had possessed distinct characteristics and benefited Zhao Xuan greatly. Whether it was broadening his knowledge or cultivating his intuition, they had made him look forward to the Crimson Lone Wolf's final soul skill.
Although Zhao Xuan wore a mask, the Crimson Lone Wolf could see his eyes and the anticipation within them.
For the first time, the Crimson Lone Wolf felt a flare of anger. Was this brat really treating him as a whetstone?
The Crimson Lone Wolf slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and used his remaining Soul Power to activate his Fourth Soul Skill. His fourth soul ring emitted its most dazzling light.
Fourth Soul Skill, Wolf Blood Boil!
Steam rose from the Crimson Lone Wolf's body, faint crimson mist. At that moment, his skin turned scarlet, and his blood vessels abruptly swelled. Thick veins pressed beneath the skin of his thin body, while crimson mist seeped out from beneath that sallow skin.
"Whoosh!"
The Crimson Lone Wolf stomped down, shattering the bluestone beneath his foot. Stone fragments flew everywhere as he shot toward Zhao Xuan like an arrow released from a bow.
Is this Blood Burst? The Crimson Lone Wolf's state made Zhao Xuan think of that term.
"Bang!"
Zhao Xuan did not dare let his guard down. He raised an arm to block the Crimson Lone Wolf's extended claw, striking his forearm and knocking the claw aside.
However, after Blood Burst, the Crimson Lone Wolf's reactions had become faster in every aspect. When his strike missed, he immediately swept a leg toward Zhao Xuan while his other claw slashed at Zhao Xuan's lower abdomen.
His body suddenly halted. Zhao Xuan twisted around and seized the claw aimed at his abdomen with both hands, but the Crimson Lone Wolf's sweeping kick also struck him.
Yet to the Crimson Lone Wolf's shock, his fierce sweeping kick failed to move Zhao Xuan even slightly. It felt much like kicking a steel plate.
Zhao Xuan could not help curling his lips into a smile. Although he had used only thirty percent of his strength, the toughness of his body had not changed.
With a forceful pull of the hand gripping the Crimson Lone Wolf, Zhao Xuan violently hurled him away despite his struggles.
Zhao Xuan's immense strength alarmed the Crimson Lone Wolf. Even while flung through the air, he was unable to control his body.
"Bang!"
The Crimson Lone Wolf slammed into the ground and could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood. Intense pain shot through the arm pinned beneath him.
Zhao Xuan looked calmly at the Crimson Lone Wolf. His Fourth Soul Skill was not bad, but unfortunately, it only enhanced physical attributes—and physical attributes happened to be Zhao Xuan's greatest strength.
The Crimson Lone Wolf climbed to his feet, one hand clutching his fractured right arm. His gaze toward Zhao Xuan was complicated. After looking deeply at him, he raised a hand and declared, "I concede!"
The arena instantly erupted into an uproar...
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