Successive Battles

The two figures in the air seemed to have been struck by hammers. They involuntarily spat out blood, their bodies plummeting straight down.

"W-We concede...!" They barely gathered enough strength to steady themselves at a height of just two or three meters before dropping to the ground and collapsing face-down.

Seeing this, Xiao Xian unleashed bursts of gale-force wind beneath his feet from time to time, descending from the air in segments.

Ma Hongjun was practically dumbfounded, staring blankly at Xiao Xian as he landed.

"Brother Xian, you can fucking fly?!" he could not help leaning closer and whispering in shock.

Everything had happened in barely over ten seconds. The spectators had thought they were about to be treated to a dull, one-sided ending.

Yet unexpectedly, they had witnessed such a dashing comeback.

"Wooo!!! Black Robe! Black Robe! Black Robe!" The audience immediately erupted in cheers.

"I can fly, but only a little," Xiao Xian said. Ignoring the spectators, he pulled Ma Hongjun off the stage.

The pulling force of Suction Palm could lift a person, so naturally the pushing force of Blowing Fire Palm could as well. Violent Step could do it too.

It was simply quite tricky to control. He had studied it for a long time before he could barely maintain his footing in midair, and he could not keep it up for long.

The moment they entered the waiting room.

Xiao Xian saw Flender. Behind him stood Dai Mubai and Oscar, both dressed in black robes as well.

"Keep going. Don't stop." Flender expressionlessly handed Xiao Xian an Iron Spirit Badge—the very one that had belonged to Oscar.

"Yes, Dean..." Xiao Xian sighed inwardly and accepted the badge. He had around forty to fifty percent of his Soul Power left.

"..."

The moment Xiao Xian entered the waiting room for the one-on-one Soul Battle area, he heard the Host calling out names.

"Next, let us welcome the Soul Grandmaster with the Sausage Martial Soul, Black Robe Number Two! He will face the Soul Grandmaster with the Wild Bull Martial Soul, Bell Tower!"

"These two have also only just arri—"

"Eh? Black Robe Number Two really is wearing a black robe!"

"Four Soul Masters dressed in black robes have appeared today already!"

"Let us see whether he can continue the undefeated record of the first three!!!"

Amid the audience's cheers, Xiao Xian walked through the waiting room passage and onto the arena.

The Host was quite skilled at rousing the crowd.

Bell Tower was already waiting for him on the stage.

He was a huge, burly man who genuinely looked like a tower. He stood two or three heads taller than Xiao Xian, his muscles bulging so fiercely that his clothes could barely contain them.

He gave Xiao Xian the same feeling as Zhao Wuji.

Clearly, he was a pure strength-type Soul Master.

After the Host left the stage.

Bell Tower wasted no words. Staring at Xiao Xian, he instantly used Martial Soul Possession. A pair of bull horns grew from his head, a thick layer of hide covered his body, and his frame expanded even further, reaching over two meters tall! He was as broad as a wall!

A white and a yellow Soul Ring rose beneath his feet. With a stomp, he dashed forward and threw a punch!

Xiao Xian watched the fist, as large as a sandbag, and pressed his lips together.

His right palm quietly turned Mystic Jade in color. The Mysterious Heaven Skill surged through him as he braced himself!

Then he swung his right fist and met it head-on!

Bang—!

The large and small fists collided with a thunderous boom!

Then they rebounded violently apart!

Step, step, step!

Xiao Xian staggered back three steps before barely managing to steady himself.

But Bell Tower was no better off. His body swayed, and he too retreated two or three steps!

He merely grimaced, feeling a sharp pain in his right hand.

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched from below the stage. This guy was that strong too?!

"..."

Very soon, Bell Tower's First Soul Skill flashed, making his fist several degrees heavier as it came smashing toward him.

"His First Soul Skill actually enhances his strength?"

A violet gleam flashed through Xiao Xian's eyes as he assessed the approaching fist.

In the past.

He would certainly have used Suction Palm to pull his opponent's body off balance, redirecting the force before striking back with a punch.

Or he could have swiped at his waist, pulled out a handful of lime powder, and used Blowing Fire Palm to blast it straight into his opponent's face.

But... would that really help his cultivation?

Xiao Xian's gaze turned cold, and he stomped down!

Violent Step activated instantly!

Using the force of Violent Step, he charged forward in an instant!

Bang—!

Two fists, one large and one small, collided with a thunderous crash!

Then they were violently thrown apart!

Xiao Xian staggered back five or six steps, and Bell Tower was about the same.

Once again, they were evenly matched.

However, Bell Tower grimaced far more fiercely. Aside from his hand, he felt as though he had slammed into a wall; every bone in his body trembled from the impact.

Xiao Xian was in better shape, with only some numbness in his arm and a few other areas.

Ever since obtaining the Mysterious Jade Hand, which could make his palms as hard as jade, he had tried applying it to other parts of his body, training the Mysterious Jade Hand into a Mysterious Jade Body!

Unfortunately, even now, he had only trained a few crucial joints—the elbows, knees, chest, and such.

He had not linked them into a whole to form a true Mysterious Jade Body.

Otherwise, how could his strength and physical toughness be limited to this level?

"..."

The battle that followed was extremely difficult.

Bell Tower's Second Soul Skill actually enhanced strength as well!

Xiao Xian could only use a stronger Violent Step, stacking it with Mysterious Jade Hand to endure the blows head-on!

Bang—!

Bang—!

Bang—!

The two fought like savage beasts, crashing into each other relentlessly.

The spectators were nearly dumbfounded, but this simple fist-to-fist, flesh-to-flesh combat seemed to stir their blood even more.

They could not help growing more frenzied, shouting and cheering wildly!

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar sat beneath the stage, their scalps tingling as they watched.

Was this really a duel between Spirit Masters?!

Why did it feel like there were two gorillas on the arena?!

A few more minutes passed.

Bell Tower's face twisted bitterly. His fists throbbed with agony, his arms trembled uncontrollably, and every collision felt as though he were striking steel.

Moreover, the longer he fought, the more something felt wrong. The Soul Power within his body had become violent, as if it were slipping out of control.

Xiao Xian was no better off. A layer of sweat covered his forehead and back, soaking through his hood and clothes.

His palms were protected by the Mysterious Jade Hand and were unharmed, but his arms had not been trained—only his elbows had. His forearms had been rattled as though they were about to break!

As Violent Step grew more intense, a stabbing pain shot through both his legs.

His meridians were faintly reaching their limit!

More importantly, this was his third spirit battle. His stamina and Soul Power were both running low!

The Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated frantically to replenish his Soul Power, but he still had only two and a half portions left.

Huff! Huff!

Xiao Xian took several heavy breaths, his eyes flickering as he stared at Bell Tower.

"This is the only way..."

"There are about enough Sunlight Spores...!"

Whoosh—!

Xiao Xian mobilized what little Soul Power he had left, endured the numb weakness in his body, and stomped down once more!

He swung his fist and charged forward viciously!

Naturally, Bell Tower raised his fist to meet it head-on.

But his expression suddenly changed.

At the crucial moment, the Soul Power inside him erupted into chaos, and his soul ring's enhancement effect vanished outright?!

It was already too late. Xiao Xian burst forward, as fast as an exploding cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust from the ground.

This punch struck Bell Tower's fist in an instant!

In an instant, Bell Tower was sent flying with a bang, crashing hard into the arena's protective ropes!

The immense recoil made Xiao Xian's body sway, and he nearly fell over.

After the Host announced his victory, Xiao Xian struggled back to the waiting room.

Flender still stood expressionlessly at the door. "Continue."

He pointed at Oscar beside him.

Flender had actually signed Xiao Xian up for another Two-on-two Soul Fight with Oscar.

Oscar could naturally tell that Xiao Xian was nearing his limit. On the way to the Two-on-two Soul Fight waiting room, he secretly slipped him several recovery sausages.

Xiao Xian did not stand on ceremony. He finished them in a few bites.

A warm current spread through his entire body, and he immediately felt much of his strength return. His limbs were still weak, but he was doing far better.

As for his Soul Power, however, he still had less than ten percent remaining.