Yan Jun vs. Magic Tiger

On the arena.

Lu Lin and Magic Tiger simultaneously released their Martial Souls and Soul Rings.

Magic Tiger's Martial Soul was a beast-type Martial Soul named Blood Tiger, of above-average quality.

In his Martial Soul Avatar state, his muscles swelled exaggeratedly, his eyes turned blood-red, and a crimson "King" character appeared on his forehead.

Already broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, he now looked like a humanoid mad tiger, a killing machine.

At the same time, two yellow and one purple soul rings appeared neatly around him. He released his soul power without reservation, the momentum surging like a giant wave, hoping to exert pressure on Lu Lin first.

But he did not act rashly.

Lu Lin's expression remained calm, a faint smile appearing on his face.

As he released his Martial Soul, two brilliant purple soul rings appeared silently around his body.

Tsk, this guy is really different from that Blazing Wolf yesterday.

Cautious, and capable.

But you want to put pressure on me?

Lu Lin thought to himself, and without hesitation, he poured the might of his Dark Demon Dreadclaw Bear Martial Soul toward his opponent.

In truth, this soul duel between Magic Tiger and Yan Jun was not the result of any rigged operation.

When Yan Jun was dueling yesterday, Magic Tiger happened to be in the audience.

Seeing Yan Jun defeat Blazing Wolf with a single effortless move, he had marveled at where such a monster had popped out from.

He never expected that he would run into Yan Jun himself the very next day.

Although the opponent was only a Soul Grand Master, Magic Tiger knew better than anyone.

Just how heaven-defying was the soul ring configuration of this Yan Jun, whose first and second soul rings were both purple?

Regarding this, he dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

Yesterday's Blazing Wolf was a cautionary tale.

However, a look of horror gradually appeared on Magic Tiger's face.

Because he discovered that the terrifying pressure emanating from Yan Jun was actually forcing back the soul power pressure he had previously released.

One had to know, he had a full eleven levels of soul power more than him!

Not only that, Magic Tiger felt the circulation of his soul power become sluggish, and a trace of fear and shock uncontrollably flashed through his crimson eyes.

It was no illusion; he seemed to hear his Blood Tiger Martial Soul let out a low, muffled whimper.

This was a terrifying pressure originating from the very depths of his bloodline!

While the quality of the Magic Tiger Martial Soul was certainly impressive, how could it compare to the Dark Demon Dreadclaw Bear, which stood at the pinnacle of beast-type Martial Souls?

The Magic Tiger knew he could not wait any longer.

As the third purple Soul Ring on his body lit up, the blood-red "King" character on his forehead suddenly flared, and he let out a low shout: "Blood Tiger Demon Ape Transformation!"

His muscles bulged like iron, his hands—resembling tiger paws—were suffused with a bloody red glow, and he lunged toward Lu Lin like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The Blood Tiger Demon Ape Transformation was the third soul skill that the Magic Tiger relied on for survival, originating from the 1,600-year-old soul beast, the Lion Ghost Ape.

The effect of this soul skill allowed him to instantly enter a berserk state, granting him an extremely exaggerated boost to both his attack power and defense.

Seeing the Magic Tiger closing in, Lu Lin remained calm and composed, neither dodging nor evading. The moment the opponent was about to reach him, a faint glimmer flashed in Lu Lin's eyes.

Battle Skill: Mirage Thousand Illusions!

The Body Sect was famous for its battle skills. During his two years in the sect, Lu Lin had naturally done more than just cultivate his soul power.

Of course, although the Body Sect possessed many battle skills, one had to find those that suited them. For this reason, there were only a few battle skills that Lu Lin could proficiently master and use, and "Mirage Thousand Illusions" was one of them.

Mirage Thousand Illusions was a spirit-attribute battle skill.

Its specific effect was to be activated via mental power, causing the opponent to fall into a state between reality and illusion, resulting in a brief moment of distraction. Caught off guard, or if the Soul Master had weak mental power, they would easily fall for it. If Lu Lin switched to his Necromancer's Heavy Eyes Martial Soul, the effect of this battle skill would be different.

The Magic Tiger was a Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. While using his third soul skill, he entered a berserk state; although his attack and defense were greatly enhanced, his mental state became his greatest weakness.

The instant Lu Lin used Mirage Thousand Illusions, the Magic Tiger's movements stiffened abruptly. As his soul power circulation faltered, several figures of Yan Jun appeared before his eyes, making it difficult for him to distinguish the real one for a moment.

"Not good, it's an illusion!"

No sooner had this thought flashed through the Magic Tiger's mind than he roared internally, channeling all his mental power to shatter the illusion. His eyes cleared instantly, but he heard a low shout beside his ear: "Dark Demon Claw."

Lu Lin's first soul ring lit up. In the blink of an eye, Lu Lin had already closed the distance. His five fingers formed a claw, with soul power condensing upon them like a physical substance, radiating a cold, violent aura of destruction.

In his haste, the Magic Tiger could only cross his arms in front of his chest, forming a crude defense with his soul power. However...

Riiip—

A harsh, tearing sound rang out.

The Magic Tiger's upper garments were easily shredded by the Dark Demon Claw, and three deep, bone-reaching bloody gashes appeared instantly. As blood spurted from the Magic Tiger's body, the immense impact sent him flying backward like a cannonball until he reached the edge of the arena.

It takes a long time to describe, but in reality, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

However, the Magic Tiger was a Soul Elder after all, far beyond the comparison of a Blazing Wolf; at the very least, he had not lost consciousness.

"Still want to continue?"

Watching the Magic Tiger struggle to climb up from the ground, Lu Lin stood his ground, calm and composed, and kindly asked the question.

"I concede!"

The Magic Tiger grunted. He looked as disheveled as one could possibly be, having already lost his ability to fight.

I still underestimated this Yan Jun.

The Magic Tiger felt a sense of annoyance.

The opponent's Soul Skill was not only powerful but also possessed explosive force. In that instant, the Magic Tiger had felt an incomparable palpitation, as if he were not facing a Soul Master, but a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast with monstrous ferocity.

Furthermore, there was that strange Battle Skill, which had been impossible to guard against.

"I accept your concession!"

Lu Lin nodded slightly and cupped his hands in a salute.

What the Magic Tiger did not know was that Lu Lin had not used his full strength for that Soul Skill, and he hadn't even used his second Soul Skill yet.

After all, this was not a life-or-death struggle; there was no need to go for the kill.

Following the Magic Tiger's verbal concession, the host walked onto the Arena and announced the winner of this soul duel—Yan Jun.

With this announcement, the audience, who had been sitting in the stands holding their breath, instantly erupted into a massive wave of heat, with cheers and gasps of amazement intertwining endlessly.

It was even more intense than last night.

One had to know, the opponent Yan Jun had just defeated was the Magic Tiger, who had already achieved a five-match winning streak!

Moreover, the Magic Tiger was a genuine Soul Elder, while Yan Jun was merely a Soul Grand Master. Even if some had imagined beforehand that Yan Jun could defeat the Magic Tiger, they never dared to think the battle would be so clean and decisive.

It wasn't that the Magic Tiger was too weak, but that Yan Jun was too strong.

In the spectator stands, some commoner Soul Masters looked at Yan Jun, who stood tall and elegant on the Arena, and couldn't help but think: if it were them standing up there, how glorious would that be!

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, in another luxury box.

A boy of about eight or nine years old, dressed in fine clothes with a handsome face, set down his wine glass. He turned his gaze to the other side, looked at his older brother, and said with a smile, "Brother, what do you think of this Yan Jun?"

Dai Mingheng set down his champagne, his expression noncommittal. "He has some ability."

Dai Mingheng paused, then added, "Xichen, your opponents have always been those monsters in the Inner Court. I hope that your name will be among the next generation of the Shrek Seven Devils."

Hearing this, Dai Xichen's face fell. "Brother, I'm not even nine years old yet; I can't even get into Shrek. Don't put so much pressure on me. Besides, what if this Yan Jun gets into Shrek by then? What would I have to compete against him with?"

Dai Mingheng pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "There is an age limit for entering our Shrek Academy. This Yan Jun looks to be at least thirteen or fourteen; he has already missed the enrollment age."

Although Dai Mingheng said this, he knew there were exceptions to every rule.

Given Yan Jun's heaven-defying Soul Ring configuration, if he were truly determined to enter the academy, the school might just open a back door for him.

If that happened, Yan Jun entering the academy would be a formidable rival that neither he nor his younger brother could afford to ignore.

Thus, he continued, "So, what do you intend to do?"

"That is why I plan to absorb a Second Soul Ring that exceeds the limit by over two thousand years."

Dai Mingheng frowned. "What are your chances of success?"

Dai Xichen's expression turned serious. "One hundred percent!"