Lin Lan flashed directly onto the stage. By contrast, Hu Yan Zhen slowly got to his feet, dawdled his way over, and put on the arrogant airs of a grand personage making an appearance.
Lin Feng had always felt that Hu Yan Zhen had damaged his brain through cultivation. Even when reading the original novel, he had thought the man seemed sick in the head. He was merely a Soul Douluo, yet he carried himself like a Super Douluo. Anyone who did not know better might think he possessed strength on Qian Daoliu's level.
Lin Lan did not mind. He stood quietly on the Spirit Duel Stage with the bearing of a true master. Compared to Hu Yan Zhen, the difference between them was instantly clear. One stood like a towering mountain piercing the clouds; the other was not worth mentioning.
Hu Yan Zhen finally swaggered onto the stage, looking down on everyone with an overbearing expression. He immediately used Martial Soul Possession, making his already burly body even larger. His skin gleamed with a pale golden metallic luster, and he truly did resemble an elephant somewhat. Two yellow, two purple, and four black spirit rings—the optimal eight-ring configuration—slowly pulsed around him, radiating suffocating pressure. He stared at Lin Lan, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder. "Lin Lan, draw your Battle Soul Blade! Let this old man see how you will break my diamond defense!"
Lin Lan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as calm as still water. He slowly shook his head. "I will not need it against you."
"Arrogant!" Hu Yan Zhen flew into a rage, feeling deeply humiliated. His first spirit ring lit up, and his already massive body swelled further.
"First Spirit Skill, Giant Elephant Strength! Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
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