Soul Battle?

"Dragon Kind Martial Soul!"

"His right arm transformed into a dragon's—could it be the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul?"

"How is that possible? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's scales are blue-violet, while his are dark green. And his arm isn't as thick as that of the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul."

"Wait! Why is his Second Spirit Ring purple?"

"A Thousand Year Spirit Ring?! How is that possible!"

Seeing Dugu Yang's Martial Soul Possession, the spectators below began discussing it heatedly.

However, what truly caused an uproar throughout the arena was Dugu Yang's Martial Soul.

Everyone knew that the maximum absorption limit for a Second Spirit Ring was 764 years.

Yet Dugu Yang's Second Spirit Ring was a purple Thousand Year Spirit Ring, directly overturning the Soul Master world's understanding.

Hearing the doubts and astonishment of those around him, Dugu Bo, seated among the audience, could not help but curl his lips upward. He wished he could immediately announce to everyone that Dugu Yang was his grandson.

On the stage, Wang Hao naturally saw Dugu Yang's Martial Soul Possession and that impossible-to-ignore streak of purple.

"A Thousand Year Spirit Ring... How, how is that possible? Could it be some kind of trick...?"

Wang Hao was filled with doubt and could not believe what he was seeing.

Dugu Yang was getting a little impatient and said,

"Hey, are you fighting or not? If not, you can admit defeat now."

Hearing this, Wang Hao's face immediately flushed red. He had fought thirty-two Soul Battles and had never been provoked like this before.

"Arrogant!"

Wang Hao roared and immediately charged toward Dugu Yang.

Although Wang Hao had a large body size, he was not slow in the slightest.

In just a few breaths, he had rushed in front of Dugu Yang.

Whoosh—

Wang Hao raised his arm. His thick Bear Paw was like a palm-leaf fan, carrying a fierce gust of wind as it swatted toward Dugu Yang.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the Bear Paw was easily blocked by the Dragon Claws. Dugu Yang did not even move an inch.

"How is this possible?!"

Wang Hao's eyes widened, his gaze full of shock.

With his Black Bear Martial Soul, he was a Power Type Soul Master. Combined with the advantage of striking first, he had pushed his strength to nearly its limit.

Yet Dugu Yang, who looked slender, had effortlessly blocked him with one hand.

How could Wang Hao know what kind of opponent he was facing? Although Dugu Yang was also a Level 28 Soul Grandmaster, his right arm had absorbed a Hundred Thousand Year Emerald Poison Dragon Right Arm Spirit Bone. How could Wang Hao possibly compare to that overwhelming strength?

Dugu Yang had no intention of explaining himself. After blocking the attack, he clenched his left hand into a fist and struck straight at Wang Hao's chest and abdomen.

Pfft—

A clear dent appeared in Wang Hao's chest and abdomen. If not for the Black Bear Martial Soul's tough hide and thick flesh, that punch might have shattered all his ribs.

Thud, thud!

Wang Hao staggered back two steps before steadying himself. The dull pain in his chest and abdomen made him gasp for breath.

Dugu Yang, however, did not press his advantage. Instead, he recalled the force behind that punch.

"Even my less-practiced left arm possesses astonishing physical strength. At the very least, among Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters, only the strongest Attack Type Soul Masters and Defense Type Soul Masters can compare to me in strength."

Dugu Yang muttered to himself, making an assessment of his current strength.

And that did not even include his right arm. If it did, then let alone Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters, even among Three-ring Soul Elders, there would not be a single Soul Master stronger than him in terms of strength.

Unless someone else had also absorbed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone inclined toward strength.

Dugu Yang had not attacked because he was measuring his physical strength, but in Wang Hao's eyes, it was naked contempt.

Everyone had their pride, much less a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster like Wang Hao.

"You've gone too far!"

Wang Hao flew into a rage, and the two Spirit Rings circling his body lit up in succession.

First Soul Skill: Bear Strength Amplification

Briefly increased his own strength and explosive power, while heavy punches and palm strikes carried a knockback effect.

Second Soul Skill: Raging Bear Charge

Charged forward fiercely and rammed into the enemy, ignoring part of the enemy's defense.

The two Soul Skills could be linked together, making them Wang Hao's trump card.

Faced with Wang Hao's frontal attack, Dugu Yang neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he stepped forward, actually choosing to meet him head-on.

With a bang, the instant Dugu Yang and Wang Hao's figures crossed, Dugu Yang's body flew backward uncontrollably.

After all, Wang Hao had unleashed two Soul Skills. The force of his charge was not something Dugu Yang, relying solely on physical strength, could withstand.

However, while flying backward, Dugu Yang had already regained control of his body. He twisted at the waist and landed steadily on the ground.

Other than some numbness on the right side of his body, he suffered no real injury. His dragon-transformed right arm, which had taken the frontal impact, did not feel anything at all.

"His defense is also excellent. It seems my Jade Flood Dragon Martial Soul is a top-tier Martial Soul with well-balanced abilities."

Dugu Yang muttered to himself. He had chosen to clash head-on for the sake of testing himself.

If Wang Hao had known that, he would surely have been angered into vomiting blood.

But Wang Hao did not know. Gaining the upper hand for the first time made him somewhat smug.

"Hmph, so what if your Second Spirit Ring is a Thousand Year Spirit Ring? Today, I'll let you taste defeat."

As he spoke, Wang Hao's Second Spirit Ring lit up once more.

His Second Soul Skill, Raging Bear Charge, was actually not very powerful and was easily avoided. However, it had one advantage: it consumed little Soul Power, allowing him to use it repeatedly.

Seeing Wang Hao repeat the same move, Dugu Yang shook his head and smiled. With a flicker of his body, he easily evaded the Raging Bear Charge.

He had already tested his physical strength after Martial Soul Possession, so naturally, he would not foolishly clash head-on with Wang Hao's Soul Skill again.

After avoiding Wang Hao's charge, Dugu Yang reached out and grabbed.

Whoosh!

Wang Hao, possessed by the Black Bear Martial Soul, truly had tough hide and thick flesh, but he could not withstand the sharpness of the Dragon Claws.

Wang Hao only felt an intense pain across his back, and three bloody wounds appeared there.

Fortunately, the wounds were not deep and had only cut through the layer of skin and fat.

"Hmph, such a minor injury can't hurt me."

Wang Hao snorted coldly and spun around, throwing a punch.

"Is that so?"

Dugu Yang smiled faintly. With a light tap of his toes, he evaded Wang Hao's attack while swiftly widening the distance between them.

Wang Hao was slightly stunned. Though unwilling to admit it, he had to acknowledge that even in the strength he was most proud of, Dugu Yang was superior to him.

If that was the case, why had Dugu Yang voluntarily retreated?

He understood the reason in the very next second.

Without any warning, an overwhelming sensation of dizziness struck him. Caught off guard, Wang Hao fell directly onto the arena stage.

"Poison? You poisoned me!"

Wang Hao had fought thirty-two Soul Battles, so his combat experience was indeed extensive. He quickly realized that Dugu Yang had poisoned him.

He forced himself upright, glaring furiously at Dugu Yang in the distance.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a Poison Soul Master."

Dugu Yang smiled faintly and raised his dragon-transformed right arm. A crystal-clear dark green drop of poison seeped from the sharp nail of his Dragon Claws. It was the Toad Poison obtained from the Thousand Year Tree Poison Toad Spirit Ring.