Level 89 Vs Level 86, The Advantage Is Mine

Inside the command tent of the Heaven Dou camp, Marshal Ge Long was intently reviewing the Secret Report that had just been delivered.

The paper recorded Xia Yang's past background: Innate Half-Level Soul Power, and his Martial Soul was a Malignant Mutation skeleton.

He looked at it twice, his brows gradually furrowing.

Then, Ge Long looked up at his men standing solemnly in the tent.

"Did these messages really leak from within the Spirit Hall?"

Ge Long waved the paper in his hand, his tone tinged with cautious skepticism.

"A Wasted Martial Soul Master actually managed to cultivate to the Soul Douluo realm in less than twenty years..."

"This doesn't match the rebel leader who led our troops on the front lines at all."

"Marshal, the intelligence is absolutely true; I guarantee it with my life."

A man in black stepped forward, his voice low but firm.

Ge Long remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Interesting... really interesting."

He gently placed the Secret Report on the table and said, "A person who should have been mediocre has actually managed to rise to this position."

"Hmph, once I capture him, I'll definitely have to get to the bottom of this."

At this moment, a Deputy General beside him whispered a reminder, "Marshal, I heard that Xia Yang is now an 86th-level Soul Douluo. His strength should not be underestimated."

"An 86th-level Soul Douluo, so what?"

Before Ge Long could finish speaking, his body suddenly trembled.

A powerful aura burst forth from his body, and the air in the tent seemed to freeze for a moment, while the pages on the table moved without any wind.

Several generals standing nearby couldn't help but take a half step back, their eyes simultaneously showing surprise.

"Level 89... The Marshal is already a level 89 Soul Douluo!"

"Three levels higher than Xia Yang!"

"This battle looks like we have a very high chance of winning!"

A low murmur of discussion arose in the tent, the words filled with excitement.

Ge Long let them talk for a while before slowly raising his hand.

The surroundings immediately fell silent.

Ge Long's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice steady and clear as he said, "Regardless, this duel is level 89 versus level 86, the advantage lies with me!"

He paused briefly, then gave the order, "Pass on my command: immediately send Challenge Card to the other side."

"Three days later, the two armies will clash on the battlefield to determine the victor."

"Yes!"

The generals answered in unison, their voices echoing throughout the camp.

Meanwhile, in the Sea Soul Master camp where Xia Yang was located, everything was in good order.

Over the past year, Xia Yang has led his men to unify the sea area.

Now, they have set foot on the mainland again, conquering cities and seizing territories.

Furthermore, given Xia Yang's status as a worshipper on Sea God Island, all the Sea Soul Master now genuinely believe in him.

Xia Yang walked through the camp, his gaze sweeping over the rows of neat tents.

The Soul Master were in high spirits, training, patrolling, and resting, each performing their duties without any sign of slackness.

He was somewhat surprised that these Sea Soul Master, who had lived by the sea for many years, could adapt to the strict military camp life so quickly.

"The morale of the troops is high."

Xia Yang thought to himself.

The Sea Soul Master he encountered along the way all bowed to him, and Xia Yang nodded in response to each of them.

After inspecting all parts of the camp, he turned and returned to his own tent.

Inside the tent, his father Xia Shi and mother Huo Yang were waiting for him.

"Yang'er."

Xia Shi spoke first, his tone filled with concern. "Be very careful in the battle three days from now."

Huo Yang walked to Xia Yang's side and added softly, "If anything happens... don't worry about us, just leave on your own."

Xia Yang held his mother's hand and shook his head.

"Mom and Dad, don't say things like that."

I am confident of victory in this battle.

Xia Yang's tone was calm yet firm as he said, "Moreover, it's been almost a month since Yuehua and Erlong returned to Sea God Island to seek reinforcements. Judging by the time, they should be returning with reinforcements by now."

He looked out of the tent, as if he could see the distant horizon.

"This time, they brought back the seven Holy Pillar Douluo from Sea God Island."

"Hmph, even if something unexpected happens on the battlefield three days from now, I'm not afraid."

"I'd like to see how many moves the Heaven Dou Royal Family's so-called foundation can withstand from seven Titled Douluo."

After hearing these words, Xia Shi and Huo Yang exchanged a glance, their expressions softening slightly.

They knew their son was always calm and collected, so if he said that, then he must have already made all the arrangements.

After giving a few more instructions, the two quietly left the tent, leaving Xia Yang to rest alone.

The camp gradually fell into night.

Meanwhile, the Heaven Dou Army also fell into a pre-battle silence.

The decisive battle will take place in three days, and both sides are waiting.

The moonlight shone on the banner of the Sea Soul Master, and the deep blue patterns seemed to surge like ocean waves.

Xia Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, the campfire occasionally crackling and exploding into a few sparks.

The night is still long.

And after dawn, time will gradually draw closer to the appointed moment.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the morning of the fourth day, the two armies assembled and lined up on the open plain before them.

Instantly, a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

Xia Yang looked at the well-organized Soul Master team opposite him.

His gaze fell on a general in the center, clad in armor and exuding an extraordinary air.

Then, Xia Yang asked a Sea Soul Master beside him who had traveled to Heaven Dou City, "Is that Marshal Ge Long of the Heaven Dou Empire?"

After careful examination, the knowledgeable Sea Soul Master confirmed, "My lord, you are right, that is Marshal Ge Long."

"I saw him back when the celebration was held in Heaven Dou City."

"Good."

A fighting spirit surged in Xia Yang's eyes as he thought to himself, "All the grudges and entanglements accumulated over the years will be settled today."

Beside him, his father Xia Shi reminded him with a worried expression, "Yang'er, Yuehua and Erlong... haven't returned yet."

"It seems we can't count on the Soul Master from Sea God Island for this battle."

Xia Yang turned his head and said in a calm and firm tone, "Father, rest assured, even if the reinforcements from Sea God Island fail to arrive..."

"We will undoubtedly win this war."

Mother Huo Yang also came closer and whispered, "Be careful in everything you do, and don't be careless."

"Mom, don't worry."

Xia Yang comforted him, "With my level 87 Soul Power, I'm already one of the top experts on this battlefield. Even if I lose, I can still protect myself."

"But you and Dad, you'd better be careful. I might not be able to keep an eye on you later."

Xia Shi patted his son's shoulder, exchanged a glance with Huo Yang, their eyes revealing tacit understanding and confidence, and said, "Your mother and I have Martial Soul Fusion Skill to protect us. When we work together, our power far exceeds that of an ordinary Soul Saint. Even if Soul Douluo comes in person, he might not be able to gain the upper hand."

"So you just focus on dealing with Ge Long, we don't need your help here."

Just as Xia Yang was about to speak again, a deep and long horn sounded suddenly from the Heaven Dou Empire's army formation opposite them.