The Entire Arena Was Stunned—Laser Eye? The Spirit Eye Martial Soul Could Be Used Like This?

As Du Busi's intrigued suggestion fell, the atmosphere inside the pavilion instantly grew heated.

Du Busi's gaze swept over his two disciples, his eagerness to watch the excitement completely undisguised.

Long Aotian was the first to rise, intense fighting spirit surfacing in his eyes.

"Junior Brother, Master is right. Since you joined the sect, I still haven't known exactly how far your strength has reached."

"Now that you've entered the basics of the secret technique, let's test it on the arena!"

Feeling the powerful pressure radiating from Long Aotian, Liu Yuan felt no fear.

He knew well that this spar was not only Du Busi's test for him, but also the best opportunity to assess the results of his month-long seclusion.

Thus, Liu Yuan gave Long Aotian a dashing smile. "Since Senior Brother is in the mood, Liu Yuan will naturally oblige."

"I was also hoping to receive Senior Brother's guidance and see what shortcomings my Double Pupil still has in actual combat when paired with the Body Secret Technique."

"Haha, good! That's the spirit!" Du Busi laughed heartily. Yet instead of taking the two directly to a private training chamber, he strode toward the sect's central Martial Arts Arena.

Along the way, Du Busi had no intention of keeping a low profile.

His terrifying divine sense as a Level 98 Super Douluo instantly swept across the entire Body Sect mountain gate, his thunderous voice sounding beside every disciple's ear.

"All idle disciples of the sect, hurry to the Grand Martial Arts Arena! Today, this old man's two direct disciples—Long Aotian and Liu Yuan—will spar. All of you, come observe and gain insight!"

The instant these words were spoken, the entire Body Sect erupted.

Countless figures leaped out from the practice grounds, beneath waterfalls, and even from deep within the forest, converging into streams of people that surged madly toward the Grand Martial Arts Arena.

Along the way, the disciples' discussions continued without end.

"Did you hear? That newly arrived Senior Brother Liu Yuan is going to spar with Senior Brother Long!"

"The same Senior Brother Liu Yuan who tested at Gold Grade potential and was accepted as a direct disciple by the Sect Master himself?"

"He's only in his twenties in level, right? And he's actually going to fight Senior Brother Long, who's Level 44? Isn't... isn't that gap a little too huge?"

The curiosity of the Body Sect disciples was completely ignited.

After all, Liu Yuan had kept a low profile ever since joining the sect. Though there were many rumors about him, no one had ever personally seen him fight.

Within the crowd, Chen Lü and Wang Yanfeng walked side by side.

Chen Lü wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with certainty, "Senior Brother Long will definitely win this match! Level 44 against Level 25—that's absolute suppression in terms of Soul Power Level."

"Besides, Senior Brother Long's physical strength is already close to Soul King level. Although Junior Brother Liu Yuan is extraordinarily talented, he's still young. He definitely can't compare to Senior Brother Long."

Wang Yanfeng nodded in agreement. "True. Still, I'm not that concerned about who wins. I want to see Senior Brother Liu Yuan's abilities more. We both have eye-type Martial Souls, so I'm curious how he differs from Gu Tong..."

Gu Tong, walking beside them, had a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

As an elite disciple who also possessed an eye-type Body Martial Soul, he pushed at the bridge of his nose and calmly analyzed, "Spirit Eye Martial Souls have always excelled in control or support."

"In a one-on-one arena match like this, if Senior Brother Liu Yuan's Soul Skills lean more toward control, perhaps he can still hold his own through the Insight of his Double Pupil."

"But if he leans toward support like ordinary Spirit Eye Soul Masters, then in a direct combat clash, he'll likely suffer a huge disadvantage against Senior Brother Long's overwhelming suppression."

Amid the countless speculations, the Martial Arts Arena had already been packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Du Busi sat carelessly on the main platform, while Long Aotian and Liu Yuan stood at opposite ends of the enormous arena, which could accommodate a thousand people.

Soon, Du Busi gave the two a look, signaling that they could begin.

"Junior Brother, according to the rules, you go first."

Though Long Aotian spoke modestly, his expression was more solemn than ever before.

He shook his Double Arms, and with a low, dragonlike rumble, four standard Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, black—rose in succession.

At the same time, a powerful wave of Soul Power spread from beneath his feet, shaking fine cracks across the arena floor.

Long Aotian focused his Soul Power and spiritual power, constructing an airtight defensive net around his head.

He knew very well how terrifying spiritual-attribute Martial Souls like the Spirit Eye could be—their sudden mental attacks.

Such attacks were impossible to guard against. Once one's Sea of Consciousness was damaged, no matter how powerful the body was, one could only be at another's mercy.

Therefore, he had prepared in advance.

"Senior Brother, be careful. My Martial Soul... may be somewhat different from a traditional Spirit Eye."

Liu Yuan, meanwhile, remained calm.

He took a deep breath. The Double Pupils in his eyes began to rotate at high speed, forming deep visual vortices like black holes.

The next instant, two Soul Rings—one yellow and one purple—rose from beneath his feet, carrying an unsettling aura.

"I'm making my move!" Liu Yuan shouted softly as he finally attacked.

However...

Just as everyone, including Long Aotian, thought Liu Yuan would unleash some sort of Mental Interference or illusion...

The Soul Power within Liu Yuan's body instead surged wildly along the path newly opened by the Body Secret Technique, gathering in his eyes.

Within those Double Pupils, the originally deep light transformed into an ultimate crimson in an instant.

"First Soul Skill—Spirit Ray!"

Screech—!!!

Without any warning, two scarlet high-energy beams, each as thick as a finger yet condensed to the extreme, erupted from Liu Yuan's Double Pupils!

The two rays tore through the air with ear-piercing whistles. The air twisted violently beneath the intense heat, and in the blink of an eye, they crossed dozens of meters and shot straight for Long Aotian's chest.

This sudden development plunged the previously noisy Martial Arts Arena into deathly silence.

Long Aotian's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

He sensed the terrifying physical cutting force contained within those rays, as well as the accompanying mental penetration. The scalp-numbing sense of danger made him exert himself at once, his bronze-colored body abruptly shifting several meters sideways.

The red beams grazed his afterimage and struck the basalt railing at the edge of the arena.

Sizzle—

There was no explosion as expected. The basalt, hard as iron and capable of withstanding attacks from ordinary Soul Ancestors, was like butter cut by a hot knife before the red light, instantly pierced and sliced open with two small holes as smooth as mirrors.

Upon seeing this scene, the watching disciples' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

After all, the move Liu Yuan had just used was completely beyond their expectations.

It was truly their first time seeing someone use a Spirit Eye Martial Soul in such a way.

One after another, they could not help crying out in shock.

"What the hell? Isn't something wrong here?"

"Is that still a Spirit Eye?"

"And isn't that power a little too ridiculous?"