Repaying Him in Kind

"This Soul Fight officially begins!"

As the host's voice rang out loudly,

the atmosphere within the Seventh Soul Arena instantly exploded.

Deafening cheers erupted, all of them cheering for Mo Long.

On the Soul Fighting Platform,

Mo Long spread his arms, savoring the feeling of being the center of everyone's attention.

He looked at Yang Yuan, his face brimming with disdain.

He would not have acted like this against any other opponent.

But Yang Yuan's age was far too deceptive, and Mo Long had not taken him seriously at all.

"So I'm being underestimated."

Yang Yuan chuckled at the sight.

Listening to the roaring cheers, he could not help but grin.

The next instant,

a burst of Chaos Light erupted from Yang Yuan's Double Pupils.

Under countless gazes, two Soul Rings slowly rose.

Purple—both were purple!

The countless spectators watching the Seventh Soul Arena froze at first, but moments later, they erupted into cheers ten times louder than before.

"Two Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"

"Am I seeing things?"

"How could a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster possibly have a Soul Ring configuration like that?"

"An illusion! This has to be an illusion!"

Discussion mingled with the cheers and shouts.

Not only the spectators—even the students of Heaven Grade Class One were stunned by the sight before them.

Although Yang Yuan had never revealed his Soul Rings, they had always assumed his configuration was the same as theirs: two Hundred-Year Soul Rings.

No one had expected it.

Yang Yuan's first and second Soul Rings were not Hundred-Year Soul Rings, but Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

How was that possible?

Wasn't the limit for the First Soul Ring just over four hundred years?

This was far too abnormal.

Throughout history, only those with Twin Martial Souls had been able to make their first ring a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, or even a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

The worry in Dugu Yan's eyes completely faded as she murmured,

"Yang Yuan's Younger Brother has hidden himself far too well. He didn't even tell me."

But then she thought about how her relationship with Yang Yuan's Younger Brother had only improved over the past two days, and she soon let it go.

Meanwhile, on the Seventh Soul Arena, Mo Long's entire body jolted when he saw Yang Yuan release two Thousand-Year Soul Rings. His hair stood on end in an instant.

Disbelief flashed through his eyes as well.

They were both two-ringed Soul Grand Masters. How could that brat who had barely grown any hair possess two Thousand-Year Soul Rings?

How had he done it?

Those thoughts vanished in an instant.

Although Mo Long was shocked beyond measure, he was a battle-hardened veteran with extensive experience. In just a moment, he forcibly calmed himself down.

Now was not the time to lose focus.

Mo Long gathered his wits, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

Those two Thousand-Year Soul Rings on that little brat were certainly intimidating.

But then again, Soul Fights were not decided by the colors of one's Soul Rings.

Otherwise, everyone could just compare Soul Ring colors. Why would they even fight?

He had no idea why that child's first and second rings were Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

But he was a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster with, if not a thousand Soul Fights under his belt, then at least a hundred. Was he really supposed to fear an eight- or nine-year-old child?

Having figured it out, Mo Long immediately released his Martial Soul.

In an instant, two yellow Soul Rings spiraled up from beneath his feet.

A pitch-black longsword also appeared in Mo Long's hand.

The moment he summoned his Martial Soul, his body shot forward. Soul Power surged as he thrust out his sword.

Launching a surprise attack against a child was somewhat undignified.

But after so many years of Soul Fighting, Mo Long did not consider pride worth a thing so long as he could win.

Although Mo Long did not believe he would lose to a child, when he truly attacked, he had no intention of holding back in the slightest.

Thanks to his many years of Soul Fighting experience, Mo Long's swordsmanship was exceptionally tricky and fierce.

Moreover, his speed was incredibly swift.

An ordinary Soul Grandmaster would likely have been caught completely off guard by this move.

Yet in the face of that treacherous thrust, Chaos Light flashed in Yang Yuan's Double Pupils, and his body drifted aside as lightly as a phantom.

At the same time, Yang Yuan raised a hand.

An illusory pitch-black longsword actually condensed in his grasp.

The instant he saw that sword, Mo Long's pupils suddenly constricted.

This...

Wasn't that his Martial Soul, the Mo Sha Sword?

How could this child's Martial Soul also be the Mo Sha Sword?

At that moment, Mo Long nearly doubted his own eyes.

Naturally, Yang Yuan had used his Double Pupils to directly evolve Mo Long's Martial Soul.

Before absorbing Soul Rings, Yang Yuan absolutely would not have been able to evolve a Martial Soul so quickly.

But after consecutively absorbing two Soul Rings, Yang Yuan's development of his Double Pupils had improved dramatically.

For an ordinary Martial Soul, he only needed one look to evolve a rough imitation.

Now, with the longsword in hand,

after dodging Mo Long's thrust, Yang Yuan turned and stabbed back with a thrust of his own.

In that split second, Mo Long, who had only just regained his senses, felt his heart shake again.

The form of this thrust was exactly identical to his own just now.

No...

That was not right!

The Double Pupil's thrust was faster and more treacherous!

At this moment, Mo Long no longer dared to underestimate Yang Yuan as an ordinary child. He had completely regarded him as a powerful opponent.

But this shock was far from over.

Very soon, Mo Long would truly experience Yang Yuan's most terrifying ability.

No matter what kind of attack he used, Yang Yuan could perfectly replicate it.

Gradually, nothing but fear remained in Mo Long's eyes.

He tried to use his Soul Power Level and his superior speed and strength to suppress Yang Yuan.

Yet he discovered to his horror that Yang Yuan had even controlled his strength and speed to match his exactly.

By the end, Mo Long even felt that he was not fighting Yang Yuan, but his own reflection.

The difference was that this reflection used exactly the same moves as him, yet its technique was even more refined.

If one had to vividly describe the course of their battle, it was like a father beating his son.

The damage was low, but the humiliation was immense!

Mo Long roared, and the Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed.

First Soul Skill, Wind Breaking Slash!

A sword aura over twelve feet long instantly erupted from Mo Long's longsword and slashed toward Yang Yuan at tremendous speed.

Mo Long's expression was grave.

"Now you can't possibly copy even my Soul Skill, can you?!"

Sure enough, when he initially saw Yang Yuan standing motionless, Mo Long rejoiced inwardly and let out a deep breath of relief.

But just as the sword aura was about to strike Yang Yuan, Chaos Light flickered in his eyes, and countless dense runes arranged and reassembled themselves.

At the very moment Mo Long released his Soul Skill, Yang Yuan had already discerned the specific route through which its Soul Power operated and perfectly copied it.

Soul Power surged around Yang Yuan.

At the critical moment, he swung his sword with lightning speed.

Air Breaking Slash!

The sword aura from this strike was eighteen feet long, and its momentum was unstoppable.

The sound of tearing air resembled the roars of dragons and tigers.

The two sword auras collided in midair.

Though they were the same Soul Skill, their power was completely different.

Yang Yuan's Wind Breaking Slash destroyed the sword aura of Mo Long's Wind Breaking Slash with overwhelming force, then descended unstoppably upon the latter.

Mo Long's expression abruptly changed. His body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing straight beneath the Seventh Soul Arena.

After a brief silence,

earthshaking cheers erupted from all directions.

Yang Yuan stood in the center of the Seventh Soul Arena, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

The victor had been decided!

Showing off feels so damn good!