You Can Still Crush You Without Using My Martial Soul

Hu Liena and the others had always been the focus of the advanced class. When the other students saw Yan, along with the newly arrived Long Yu, get into a conflict, they gathered around as well.

"Did you hear? Yan actually wants to challenge that new kid, Long Yu. Isn't that a little inappropriate?"

"Sigh, it's obvious Yan got angry because he saw Long Yu getting too close to Goddess Hu Liena."

"Isn't that going too far? Long Yu doesn't even look that old—I'd say he's at most eight. But in our class, aside from Xie Yue and the goddess, Yan can beat anyone. Isn't this like an egg smashing into a rock?"

"That's a bit shameless, isn't it? Bullying the weak with strength!" one of the female students said indignantly.

"Sigh, strength is what matters most. Besides, didn't Long Yu say something about ability having nothing to do with seniority? It would be good to teach him a lesson." The students chattered away about the matter.

"I think Long Yu will definitely win! Dare to make a bet?" A rough voice rang out.

"You're that confident, Xiong Tian? Don't tell me all that training in the Genius Camp trained your brain away," a disdainful voice replied.

"What are we betting? Dare to make it bigger?"

"Let's bet one thousand Gold Soul Coins. Yan's odds are one-to-one, while Long Yu's are one-to-ten," Xiong Tian said loudly.

"Fine, it's a bet. Just wait until you go home and get beaten up!" Soon, many students joined in. However, aside from the former Genius Camp trainees, every other student bet on Yan to win.

Of course, this kind of behavior was permitted in the advanced class. Hu Liena bet on Long Yu to win. Though she did not think highly of Long Yu's chances, she still supported her junior brother.

This made Yan even more furious, and he resolved to teach Long Yu a lesson.

The Spirit Hall advanced class taught theoretical knowledge in the mornings and held practical training in the afternoons.

After all, Spirit Hall had the greatest number of soul masters. Controlling more than sixty percent of the continent's soul masters was no joke.

Soul masters of all different types could be used for practical combat training with the students.

That afternoon, there was a battle between students—a match between a new student and an old one.

This was permitted in the advanced class, and the academy even encouraged sparring between students.

On the enormous martial arena, two figures faced one another.

One was youthful, while the other was fierce.

"Both sides, prepare yourselves. Thirty meters apart. Stop when the point is made! Begin!" Teacher Jun said as the referee.

At the same time, seven soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—lit up around him. A Golden Light Eagle appeared behind his back, ready at any moment to prevent severe consequences from the battle.

Teacher Jun was a seven-ring agility-type Battle Soul Saint.

"Kid, let me teach you how to respect a senior!" Yan cracked his knuckles, producing a series of popping sounds.

"Yan. Martial soul: Flame Lord! Level 35 assault-type Soul Elder!" Three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—lit up around Yan. A flaming giant appeared behind him, while his muscles swelled and his body grew to over three meters tall. It was as though lava flowed beneath his skin, radiating scorching heat and oppressive Aura.

The Flame Lord was a top-tier martial soul, capable of developing both fire and earth attributes.

"Long Yu. Martial soul: Nine-Colored Dragon. Level 26 Battle Soul Grandmaster." Long Yu did not release his martial soul. To be precise, he did not dare to.

"Why aren't you releasing your martial soul? Are you looking down on me?" Yan asked unhappily.

Long Yu: I don't dare release it, not because I'm looking down on you. You're much stronger than Xiong Tian.

Still, Long Yu said aloud, "If that's what you think, then so be it."

He could not lose in Aura! "Damn it! First soul skill, Blazing Soul Burn!" Yan's first yellow soul ring lit up, and he spewed a massive blaze from his mouth toward Long Yu.

"Phoenix Dance Six Illusions!" Long Yu's figure suddenly moved, vanishing from where he stood.

He moved at incredible speed, leaving behind only afterimages. Yan could not tell which was the real body, and Long Yu evaded Yan's first soul skill.

"First soul skill, Divine Dragon Body." Long Yu's speed rose once more, and he instantly arrived before Yan.

"Second soul skill, Flame Armor!"

Yan's second soul skill could burn attackers and reduce physical damage by fifty percent.

Seeing Long Yu suddenly appear before him, Yan was greatly startled and immediately activated his second soul skill.

Yet Long Yu's fist still struck Yan heavily in the chest. A sharp pain shot through Yan's chest, and Long Yu's power sent him staggering back more than ten steps. He nearly spat out blood, but forcibly swallowed it back down.

How could this be? He's only a mere Soul Grandmaster, yet he actually forced back a level 35 Soul Elder like me. And that was only half the damage—he hasn't even released his martial soul. What kind of monster is he?

"Second soul skill, Claw of Ruin!" Though Long Yu felt an intense burning pain in his fist, the Meteor Tear quickly eased the stinging sensation.

Long Yu's small hand transformed into an enormous Dark Golden Dreadclaw, lunging straight at Yan's shoulder with incomparably sharp force.

If this strike landed, even if Yan's second soul skill reduced the damage by half, it would still easily pierce through his shoulder. After all, not everyone had physical strength as monstrous as Long Yu's.

Especially after the Meteor Tear's treatment last time, Long Yu felt that every aspect of his body had improved significantly. His body had broken through its limits once again.

"Third soul skill, Spirit Sealing Flame!" As the Dark Golden Dreadclaw drew closer and closer, Yan felt an enormous sense of danger.

He immediately unleashed his third soul skill, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His third soul skill directly targeted a soul master's soul! Even if Long Yu's physical strength exceeded his own, what about his soul? This strike would probably turn Long Yu directly into an idiot! Even if His Holiness the Pope came, she would have no grounds to say anything about a one-on-one fight.

His Holiness the Pope could not possibly destroy a genius like him for the sake of an idiot!

Of course, if that truly happened, even dying ten thousand times would not be enough to atone for Yan's crime. He had misjudged Bibi Dong.

"Not good!" Teacher Jun was shocked as well, but everything had happened too quickly. Even a Soul Saint could not stop the two from unleashing their soul skills.

"Damn it! If anything happens to my junior brother, I, Hu Liena, will have your life!" Hu Liena's expression darkened. Clearly, she too knew how terrifying Yan's third soul skill was.

Even a Soul Master like her, who focused on Spiritual Power development, would not dare to casually take Yan's third soul skill head-on, let alone a control-type Soul Grandmaster like Long Yu.

Long Yu suddenly felt his entire body trapped by flames. Though there were no visible marks on the surface, he could not move, and he felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

Even more terrifyingly, the flames seemed to be burning his martial soul and soul itself!

At that moment, the Dragon God Bloodline within Long Yu sprang into action. Its bloodline power directly devoured the flames, then sank back into silence with apparent satisfaction.

It came quickly and went just as quickly.

What was this?

Long Yu felt himself return to normal and pondered for a moment.

One of the Dragon God's two great incarnations, the Silver Dragon King, controlled the elements. As the Dragon God's humanoid version, it seemed perfectly reasonable for him to absorb flames.

Of course, that was only if the flames did not surpass Long Yu's strength by too much. Otherwise, there would be nothing he could do either.

In that case, you're finished, Yan!

If you show no mercy, don't blame me for doing the same!

Then, before everyone's astonished eyes, a massive Dark Golden Dreadclaw sent Yan flying off the fighting platform. Several deep claw marks were left across Yan's right shoulder. He was forced out of his Martial Soul Possession state, and blood continuously poured from both his wounds and mouth.

Teacher Jun was stunned at first, then immediately shouted, "Healing-type soul masters, get over here! Stop the bleeding first!"

Long Yu walked down from the fighting platform with a relaxed expression and said to Yan, "I told you, strength has nothing to do with talent! You can't even defeat a Soul Grandmaster like me, so what makes you think you can pursue my senior sister? How are you supposed to protect her—with that tiny, chick-sized mind of yours?

Are you worthy?"

Adding insult to injury.

Long Yu showed no mercy in his mockery. Yan had wanted to turn him into an idiot earlier; it was already merciful enough that Long Yu had not taken his life.

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