Then, without waiting for Hu Liena to say another word, he raised his fist high and smashed it viciously toward Yan's face once more.
"Second Soul Skill—"
"Granite Rock!"
Yan, who had been beaten dizzy by Lin Du's rain-like barrage of fists, finally regained some clarity while Lin Du spoke with Hu Liena and immediately used the Second Soul Skill he had just acquired.
As his somewhat hurried voice fell, his Second Spirit Ring lit up, and dense granite erupted from his body.
It eventually formed stone armor that encased him from head to toe.
"Kid, I admit you've got some skill, but my Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock, can directly increase my defense by two hundred percent. In other words, even a Three Ring Soul Elder might not be able to hurt me. I'd like to see how you plan to make me budge!"
A hint of smugness appeared at the corner of Yan's bruised, swollen mouth, though it looked rather comical on his battered face.
"It's just a turtle shell. Do you really think it can protect you?"
Looking at the heavy stone armor covering Yan, Lin Du's lips curled in mockery.
He suddenly switched the hand gripping Yan from his left to his right. At the same time, vermilion and milky-white light emerged from his freed left hand.
Though no flames or ice crystals could be seen, Yan suddenly felt alternately freezing and scorching hot.
It was not only Yan who felt this way; even the crowd gathering nearby experienced the same sensation.
"Why is it suddenly hot, then suddenly cold?! Could this commotion have been caused by the newly appointed Martial Soul Hall Saint Son? Look at his left arm, could that be a Spirit Bone?!"
At first, they had indeed wanted to watch the spectacle.