Ghost Douluo: Yan Severely Wounded by One Punch!

Yan's face filled with horror as his blood and qi churned in his chest. He stared uncertainly at Ye Chen, who stood where he was, as if he had merely given a casual wave of his hand.

The entire perimeter of the Training Ground fell silent in an instant.

Everyone who witnessed the scene widened their eyes.

A child who looked six or seven years old had sent Yan, whose Soul Power had reached level thirty-six, flying with a casual palm strike?

And he had not used his martial soul from beginning to end!

Hu Liena's enchanting eyes were filled with shock, her small mouth slightly open.

"So strong..."

Xie Yue helped Yan up, and for the first time, a grave expression appeared in his cold red eyes.

Ye Chen slowly withdrew his hand and brushed off dust that was not there, his calm gaze falling on Yan's stunned face.

"That's it?"

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly carried across the silent grounds.

Yan's face shifted between green and red as humiliation and fury surged within him. He growled, "I was careless just now! Again!"

Lights flashed beneath his feet as three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—rose abruptly. The aura of a Soul Elder burst forth. He was clearly getting serious.

Just then, a cold, hoarse voice rang out:

"Stop!"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to lower the temperature of the entire Training Ground.

Everyone looked over to see a figure standing at the entrance, though no one knew when he had appeared.

The newcomer was shrouded in a broad black cloak, his face hidden from view, faint black mist emanating from around him.

It was Spirit Hall's elder, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!

Gui Mei's gaze swept over the area, pausing briefly on Ye Chen.

As an elder of Spirit Hall and one of its absolute upper ranks, he naturally knew Ye Chen's identity—the only grandson of the Third Enshrined, Qing Luan Douluo!

Qing Luan Douluo was over a hundred years old, yet Ye Chen was his only living relative.

Whoever dared touch him would provoke the entire Worship Hall!

"Private fights are forbidden in the Training Ground."

Gui Mei's voice remained hoarse and icy, carrying unquestionable authority. "Yan, withdraw your Soul Power and return to training."

At the sight of Ghost Douluo, Yan's imposing manner immediately wilted. He quickly bowed. "Yes, Elder Ghost."

Though arrogant, he would never dare act rashly before a Titled Douluo—especially Ghost Douluo, who was known for his strange and ruthless ways.

"Greetings, Elder Ghost."

Hu Liena and Xie Yue hurriedly bowed as well.

However, Ye Chen spoke at that moment, his voice clear and calm. "Wait."

Gui Mei turned his gaze toward Ye Chen with a hint of inquiry, making no show of a Titled Douluo's status.

Yan also looked up in astonishment and instinctively began to berate him. "How dare you disrespect Elder Ghost and show such disregard for your elders—what nerve!"

The next instant—

Slap!

A crisp, resounding slap rang out.

Yan spun halfway around on the spot. A bright red handprint instantly appeared on his face, and he staggered back several steps, covering his cheek in utter disbelief.

"E-Elder Ghost..."

Gui Mei withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse and cold. "Shut up."

Yan's whole body stiffened. He lowered his head and stood with his hands at his sides, even softening his breathing as he did not dare utter another word.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue lowered their heads and held their breath, their hearts filled with shock.

They had never seen Elder Ghost act like this—publicly slapping Yan, a genius Spirit Hall was focusing on nurturing, for the sake of an unknown child.

Only then did Gui Mei turn to Ye Chen, his tone carrying a trace of courtesy. "You've been startled."

Ye Chen remained calm. He glanced at Yan, who was clutching his face with resentment still in his eyes.

Then he looked at Gui Mei.

"Elder Ghost."

"Speak."

Ye Chen turned to Yan, his tone indifferent. "Let him take one move from me. Then today's matter will be considered settled."

The entire place fell silent at those words.

Yan froze for a moment before fury rekindled in his eyes. This little brat actually dared to be so arrogant?

"Fine!"

Yan gritted his teeth. "I'll take one punch from you!"

In his eyes, he was a level thirty-six Soul Elder. With his full defensive strength, how could he possibly fail to take a punch from a six- or seven-year-old child?

Gui Mei fell silent for a moment.

"...Very well."

Gui Mei slowly stepped aside, clearing an open space.

"Yan, stop at the right point."

The moment his words fell—

Screech—!

A clear, soaring luan cry suddenly echoed through the entire Training Ground.

Brilliant azure light erupted from Ye Chen's body, and the phantom of a slender, magnificent azure luan appeared behind him.

Two Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet—

Purple, purple!

Two Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

"Th-this is impossible!" Yan cried out, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue also froze in place, their faces full of disbelief.

As members of the Golden Generation, their first Soul Rings were only around four hundred years, while their second Soul Rings had barely reached seven hundred years.

Yet this child, several years younger than them, had two Thousand-Year Soul Rings?

And the depth of that purple was far beyond that of ordinary Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

Even Ghost Douluo's pupils contracted as shock surged through his heart. This child is terrifying!

"First Soul Skill, Wings of Gale!"

Ye Chen gave a low shout. A pair of enormous azure wings formed entirely from fierce winds burst open behind him, spanning nearly ten feet.

Immediately afterward, the second Soul Ring blazed with purple light!

Intense azure flames rose around Ye Chen, condensing behind him into the lifelike phantom of an Azure Flame Phoenix.

Its head was raised high and its wings hung low, enveloping his entire body!

"Second Soul Skill, Azure Flame Phoenix Transformation!"

In an instant, Ye Chen's All Attributes increased by two hundred percent, while his speed and attack increased by three hundred percent.

"Fire Lord!"

Yan's pupils shrank sharply. He hurriedly released his martial soul, and three Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet—two yellow and one purple, the standard optimal Soul Ring configuration.

But compared to Ye Chen, this "optimal Soul Ring configuration" had become a joke.

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

Granite armor covered Yan's body, greatly boosting his defense. He spread his arms and condensed an incomparably sturdy stone shield.

"Come!"

"As you wish."

Ye Chen moved. He threw a punch, carrying fierce winds and azure flames, simple and unadorned.

Boom—!

A deafening explosion erupted like thunder!

A ring-shaped shockwave swept outward as the stone shield and flaming armor, the instant they made contact,

Cracked, shattered!

Yan felt as though he had been struck head-on by a mountain. The protective stone armor over his chest shattered like paper, and all his defenses were pierced in an instant!

Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth and nose!

Yan was sent flying backward at even greater speed, smashing heavily into a wall dozens of meters away!

Bang!

Yan was embedded in the crater in the wall, his chest a mangled mess of flesh and blood. His aura instantly weakened to its lowest point as blood continuously spilled from his mouth.

One punch.

Severely wounded!

The entire Training Ground was silent as a grave.

"Ah! So strong..." Hu Liena cried out, covering her mouth as her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen withdrew his fist,

Then walked toward the wall, one step at a time.

Yan had just slid down from the wall. He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand to keep from collapsing face-first onto the ground. He gasped heavily, and each breath brought blood foam from his mouth.

The light before his eyes suddenly dimmed as a shadow fell over him.

Yan struggled to look up.

Ye Chen stood before him, looking down from above. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, as though he were looking at trash.

"...What is your name?"

Yan's hoarse voice squeezed out from his chest.

Ye Chen did not answer. He turned and walked deeper into the Training Ground.

That contemptuous look was harder for Yan to accept than any insult!