Atomic Breath (Please Follow, Please Recommend)

Meng Li, a level forty-four Strength Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor. Martial Soul: Violent Giant Bear.

A Silver Soul Fighter.

As the recently risen captain of the Ferocious God Team, Meng Li had always believed that the domineering feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared those who did not fear death.

The entire team's fighting style matched his. No matter whether they won or lost, they launched the fiercest, life-or-death attacks. Even Silver Soul Fighter teams somewhat stronger than them would have their momentum suppressed the moment they faced them.

And when fighting the Ferocious God Team, even victory came at a terrible cost, with no shortage of severely injured or crippled teammates. If they lost, it meant death—sometimes not even an intact corpse would remain.

It was precisely because of this fighting style that, aside from losing two matches at the very beginning, the Ferocious God Team had won all four of their recent matches.

"You little bastard, I'll make you regret coming into this world. Remember this—the one killing you is Meng Li, the future Ferocious God Douluo!"

Meng Li stepped onto the stage, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. As he walked, he clenched his fists, producing a constant series of teeth-grating crackles.

He had deliberately not changed clothes, still wearing the blood-soaked outfit from his previous soul fight. Even from a distance, Yu Xiaowei could smell the thick stench of blood.

Just like the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, the spectators in this main Great Soul Arena were seated in private boxes, cheering for the competitors below through amplifying devices.

As Meng Li appeared, thunderous cheers began pouring into the arena.

"You overconfident brat, tear him apart!!!"

"Meng Li, kill him!!!"

"Hahaha, another fool has come to die!!!"

Though Meng Li and his team's brutal ways disgusted some spectators, many others were still intoxicated by the bloody scenes, their hormones surging with excitement.

Listening to the cheers filling the arena, Meng Li's aura became even more violent and arrogant.

In the private box, Yu Tianheng was drenched in cold sweat. As he held Dugu Yan's little hand, his grip unconsciously tightened.

The other Imperial Fighting Team students also looked grim as they listened to the one-sided cries from the arena.

They had just watched that bald man slaughter others in this very venue. They knew that even if they reached level forty, they probably would not be a match for such a hulking opponent.

So why had Yu Xiaowei, a mere Soul Elder, suddenly come out to face him?

"You little bastard, how do you want to die? Do you want me to tear you apart alive, or chop you into eight pieces?"

Using words to undermine his opponents was Meng Li's favorite method in battle. Combined with the bloody aura surrounding him, there would usually be one or two opponents whose combat strength plummeted from fear.

Yu Xiaowei looked at him calmly and gave a disdainful snort.

"Boring."

"What did you say?"

Meng Li frowned, unable to understand. Why was this young brat in front of him not afraid?

"I said, boring."

Yu Xiaowei replied indifferently, "I came here to kill people, not to talk."

The tense atmosphere between the two made the referee at ringside feel as though needles were pricking his back. He hurriedly announced in a loud voice.

"The soul fight begins."

Martial Soul Possession—Violent Giant Bear. Meng Li's body instantly swelled, dense black fur like steel needles covering his entire body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four Soul Rings lit up simultaneously.

Meng Li's body expanded once more, and a semicircular light shield appeared around him. Lowering his head and dropping onto all fours, he let out strange roars as he charged wildly at Yu Xiaowei like an armored vehicle.

This was his Thousand Year soul skill, and also his only offensive soul skill—Bear Strikes Mountain.

A red halo spread from his body and enveloped Yu Xiaowei. The sensation of shackles binding his body made Yu Xiaowei frown.

The battle had only just begun, yet Meng Li had already unleashed all four of his soul skills.

Unlike other soul masters, who preferred to react to each move with a corresponding soul skill, members of the Ferocious God Team had always fought this way. No matter how much Soul Power they consumed, they simply relied on overwhelming momentum to crush their opponents.

There had once been a battle where Meng Li had done exactly this, smashing a Soul Ancestor from the opposing side to pieces with a single charge at the start.

Yu Tianheng's face turned pale as he muttered incessantly.

"It's over, it's over. If anything happens to Little Uncle, Second Grandfather will go insane. Grandpa will tear this Great Soul Arena apart too!"

Dugu Yan also stared at the arena with a worried expression. However, what she was thinking was not whether Yu Luomian and Yu Yuanzhen would lose their minds if Yu Xiaowei was hurt, but who would treat her grandfather if something happened to Yu Xiaowei...

Unlike the anxious Imperial Fighting Team, the other spectators' cries grew even wilder. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the sight of Yu Xiaowei being smashed apart by Meng Li.

Firelight emerged as Yu Xiaowei activated his Godzilla Martial Soul. His figure grew taller as well, and his First Soul Ring and Second Soul Ring lit up together.

The Source of Power stacked with Demon God's Body, boosting his strength by two hundred percent.

The Nuclear Radiation Domain erupted at the same time, covering the entire arena.

The instant the blood-red halo surging from Meng Li touched the Nuclear Radiation Domain, it exploded.

"Roar—!"

After letting out a long howl, Yu Xiaowei, freed from the sensation of restraint, charged forward without hesitation.

In an instant, Godzilla and the Violent Giant Bear crashed together. A powerful shockwave burst from the point of impact, and the ground of the entire main Great Soul Arena shook violently.

The previously clamorous soul fighting arena immediately fell silent.

No one knew whether they were stunned by Yu Xiaowei's purple Second Soul Ring, or by the fact that a mere Soul Elder could contend with a Soul Ancestor.

Yu Xiaowei and Meng Li fought in savage hand-to-hand combat like two ancient Ferocious Beasts.

Relying on his Protective Light Shield, Meng Li had always fought with unstoppable momentum, never retreating.

Yet today, the more he fought, the more alarmed he became. This young boy before him possessed strength equal to his own despite having inferior Soul Power.

Crack—

A crisp sound came from the light shield, and Meng Li's expression changed drastically. His Protective Light Shield came from a five-thousand-year Iron Armor Bear. In past soul fights, the battle often ended without the shield ever breaking. How had it cracked after only a few attacks today?

Yu Xiaowei continued attacking Meng Li with a cold expression. As he lashed out with another Tail Whip, Meng Li's Protective Light Shield shattered in response.

Nuclear Radiation instantly enveloped him.

The sudden dizziness and weakness made his punching motion pause. Seizing the opportunity, Yu Xiaowei grabbed his head, swung him around several times, then hurled him forcefully into the sky.

Godzilla physical technique—Super Strength Throw.

Meng Li was not a flying soul master. The moment he was thrown into the air, he immediately flailed helplessly.

As he fell back down, Yu Xiaowei bent his knees slightly and launched into a High Jump, stomping viciously on the descending Meng Li.

The force of the High Jump, combined with the momentum of the fall.

Following an ear-splitting explosion, Meng Li smashed the Soul Fighting Platform into pieces.

Yu Xiaowei planted one foot on his chest and looked down at him expressionlessly.

A blue glow began to light up along Yu Xiaowei's Tail Fin, gradually spreading to his Dorsal Fin and neck, until even his eyes lit up.

With more than half the bones in his body broken, Meng Li saw this and pleaded through tears.

"Spare me."

Ignoring his plea, Yu Xiaowei mercilessly opened his mouth. A dazzling blue beam erupted forth.

Atomic Breath, also called Atomic Breath, was Godzilla's most commonly used Breath-type skill. It consumed far more Soul Power than Heat Ray, but its temperature and destructive power were several times greater. This was a memory Yu Xiaowei had awakened when he obtained his Third Soul Ring.

Come to think of it, this was his first time using this skill. During his last fight with Feng Xiaotian, he had been afraid of accidentally killing Feng Xiaotian, so he had not dared to use it at all.

Meng Li used what little Soul Power he had left to summon a Body Protection Light Shield. After barely holding on for a short while, the shield was shattered.

Under the bombardment of Atomic Breath's extreme heat, Meng Li's upper body turned into a cloud of ash in the blink of an eye.

The blue beam faded, and streams of white smoke rose from Yu Xiaowei's mouth.

Bracing his hands against his knees, he panted heavily and released his Martial Soul Possession.

After resting for a moment, he looked at Meng Li's half-remaining corpse, then at his own hands. His expression was complicated as he murmured.

"So this is what killing feels like?"

After falling silent for a while, he suddenly laughed. Looking almost crazed, he raised both hands high and let out a long howl as if venting his emotions.

The once-silent main Great Soul Arena instantly erupted with earth-shaking cheers and screams. Having witnessed the rare spectacle of a Soul Elder killing a Soul Ancestor across ranks, every spectator had gone mad.

In the Imperial Fighting Team's private box, Yu Tianheng and the others bit their lips as they looked at Yu Xiaowei, now the center of everyone's attention. A feeling of helplessness welled up within them.

They finally understood why Chief Dream God Machine had insisted on bringing Yu Xiaowei along.

They were all Soul Elders, so why was this boy, several years younger than them, so powerful!!!