Human Arrow

Li Xin plunged headfirst to the ground, while Ye Tianxing walked away without looking back.

"The victor has been decided. Ye Tianxing wins!"

After making the announcement, Hu Liena tugged helplessly at the corner of her mouth. This really was just children fighting. She truly had no idea why her teacher had made her the referee.

Watching Ye Tianxing's departing figure, Hu Liena felt that the child was remarkably composed. Any other child would have been frightened to tears by the pressure Li Xin had displayed.

Sure enough, before the children in the next match could even summon their Martial Souls, they were scared into loud sobbing by their opponents' Martial Souls, drawing laughter from the crowd. Watching children fight every now and then was actually rather entertaining.

Bibi Dong rested her chin on her hand, utterly unconcerned by the changes on the arena. At this moment, all her attention was focused on Ye Tianxing.

"If I'm not mistaken, Fifth Offering must have secured this spirit bone for Ye Tianxing. But... what exactly is so special about this child that even Qian Daoliu took the initiative to intervene, even willing to become my enemy?" Bibi Dong's gaze gradually deepened.

Yes, Qian Daoliu, the Grand Offering, had actually chosen to become Bibi Dong's enemy.

At the time, Bibi Dong had disagreed, yet Qian Daoliu's words had greatly shocked her.

Thus, Bibi Dong fixed her gaze on Ye Tianxing. As though he had been seen through, Ye Tianxing met Bibi Dong's eyes once more.

However, those outside the VIP seating could not see inside, while those within could easily observe everything outside.

"Such a vigilant brat!" Bibi Dong remarked. Then she closed her eyes and stopped paying attention to the battles below, waiting for Ye Tianxing's final match.

Ye Tianxing scratched his head as a mosquito buzzed past his ear. He had intended to swat it, but it flew away.

Strange, there were mosquitoes on Douluo Continent too?

Soon, the first round ended.

Of the twenty contestants, ten remained. After resting briefly, they drew lots again.

Ten became five.

The battles began at once. As usual, Ye Tianxing did not take the children from his class seriously. Their talent was certainly impressive, but there were many ways to deal with a child.

Ye Tianxing won with ease. On the other side, relying on the formidable strength of his Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul, Huyan Bo sent his opponent flying off the arena with a single strike.

Before leaving, he snorted coldly. "Boring. If it weren't for this spirit bone, I wouldn't have participated in such a boring competition."

In the spectator stands, Huyan Zhen, the sect master of one of the Lower Four Sects, did not have the qualifications to sit in the VIP seats. He simply was not worthy of it. Inside sat Bibi Dong and the Six Offerings; the two sides were not on the same level.

"Sect Master, Huyan Bo is truly outstanding at such a young age. It seems this spirit bone is already in the Elephant Armored Sect's grasp!" someone flattered him.

The corners of Huyan Zhen's mouth curled upward, and he nearly failed to hold it in. He coughed twice for show before saying, "The competition isn't over yet, so don't jump to conclusions so early. The Elephant Armored Sect is filled with talent. Bo'er's talent is extraordinary, and my grandson Huyan Li is even more monstrous. I plan to give this spirit bone to Li'er and pass the Elephant Armored Sect's inherited spirit bone to Bo'er. With that, the Elephant Armored Sect can rise to greatness!"

"The Elephant Armored Sect has hopes of joining the Upper Three Sects. Don't forget us when you become prosperous in the future."

A group of people showered him with praise, lifting the Elephant Armored Sect to great heights.

The competition continued.

Five became two, with one receiving a bye.

Looking at the lot granting him a bye, Ye Tianxing comfortably reclined in his chair.

Of the remaining three, there were Ye Tianxing, Huyan Bo, and an older student named He Hong. His Martial Soul was a Bone Blade, a Tool Martial Soul, and his Soul Power Level was sixteen.

In this three-person competition, Ye Tianxing would face each of the other two, and they would do the same. In the end, whoever earned the highest score would receive the spirit bone.

In the first match, Ye Tianxing faced He Hong.

He Hong said, "Ye Tianxing, surrender while you can. You're only a little thirteenth-level Spirit Master. You're still no match for me."

He Hong had taken a Soul Douluo as his master, someone who also used blade techniques, and he had inherited the essence of that art.

Ye Tianxing scoffed. "Aren't you just a little Spirit Master too? Soul Power Level doesn't determine everything."

"I'll show you the gap between us!"

After saying that, He Hong suddenly thrust his right hand into his own chest. Strangely, there was no blood. Instead, he pulled a Bone Blade out from his chest.

It was Ye Tianxing's first time seeing someone summon a Martial Soul like that, and he could not help but laugh. "Today, I've truly seen what it means to rip out one's heart and lungs, though all you pulled out was a blade made of bone."

"Cut the crap!"

He Hong was a man of few words. The instant his Bone Blade appeared, he charged forward. The blade gleamed like water, sending ripples through the air.

Hu Liena, who had been sitting around for ages, finally had her eyes light up. At last, someone who knew how to fight.

Ye Tianxing held the Withered Wood Bow. The instant he infused it with Soul Power and drew the string, three arrows tore through the air, pursuing from three different directions.

Not long after the three arrows flew out, each split into two, becoming six arrows. This was the effect of the Gale Two-Headed Wolf's Spirit Ring.

The six arrows shot forward at high speed. He Hong swiftly cut through the chaos, knocking aside all six arrows in rapid succession before charging right up to Ye Tianxing.

Archers excelled at long-range attacks; close combat was their weakness!

He Hong had seen through this point. Therefore, he attacked aggressively from the very beginning, giving Ye Tianxing no chance to create distance.

Kiting was the strategy He Hong's teacher had specifically emphasized before the match. Once Ye Tianxing began kiting him, even a stronger opponent would be dragged to death.

"First Soul Skill, Slash!"

Gripping the blade with both hands, He Hong's Bone Blade turned blood-red under the enhancement of his Soul Skill, as though forged from fresh blood. He aimed at Ye Tianxing and slashed down.

Ye Tianxing drew his bowstring to a full moon. The First Soul Skill beneath his feet lit up, and a fierce gale suddenly swept across the arena. An arrow collided head-on with the Bone Blade, while the powerful wind prevented He Hong from opening his eyes.

He Hong was facing the wind, while Ye Tianxing had it at his back, and they were directly facing each other. Before long, Ye Tianxing vanished from He Hong's sight, and the wind pressed his lips flat against his face.

When everything finally calmed, Ye Tianxing, who had been in front of him, suddenly appeared behind He Hong. Before Ye Tianxing could react, He Hong stabbed his blade into his own chest again. The Bone Blade pierced through his body and shot toward Ye Tianxing.

"This is my first time seeing someone mutilate himself like this. Your Martial Soul is interesting. I'm quite interested." Using the Qin Na Hand his teacher had taught him, Ye Tianxing seized the single blade with his left hand and tightly gripped He Hong's ankle with his right, dragging him to the ground.

Then, the Withered Wood Bow in his hand rapidly enlarged until it was even bigger than Ye Tianxing himself. Under the strange gazes of Hu Liena and the crowd, Ye Tianxing actually placed He Hong on the bow. Bracing the bow's back with his left leg, he pinned He Hong's legs against the bowstring, completely ignoring He Hong's pleas and tears.

With a long "Whoosh!" and an equally long "Aah—!", He Hong painfully yet joyfully experienced the feeling of I want to fly higher.

He flew stiffly over the arena and lodged himself directly in the ceiling, unable to pull his head free.

His legs trembled helplessly. It looked like he was still alive.