Crushing Long Aotian, the Body Sect's Strongest Young Generation!

After hearing Du Busi's explanation, Long Aotian's violently fluctuating aura gradually stabilized.

After all, he was the chief disciple the sect had meticulously cultivated for many years. His resolve far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Although the configuration of three ten-thousand-year Soul Rings had placed unprecedented pressure on him, the competitive spirit carved into his bones had been thoroughly ignited.

"Junior Brother, congratulations. You have embarked on a path none of us ever imagined."

Long Aotian stared directly at Liu Yuan. The shock in his eyes had transformed into pure fighting spirit, while the four Soul Rings behind him pulsed ever more intensely.

"But as your senior brother, if I retreat without fighting, I would disgrace the Body Sect. Our spar begins now!"

Liu Yuan nodded slightly. The two pupils within his Double Pupil flickered in turn as he calmly replied, "Senior Brother, please."

In the stands, seeing that both had already gathered their momentum, Du Busi waved a large hand. His powerful voice echoed across the entire arena. "Begin!"

Before his words had even faded, Long Aotian had vanished from where he stood.

After his crushing defeat last time, Long Aotian had thoroughly reviewed Liu Yuan's fighting style.

He knew very well that Liu Yuan's Laser Eye possessed extreme long-range penetrating power. Once the distance opened up, he would only be passively beaten.

Only by engaging in close combat and exploiting his advantages in Soul Power Level and combat experience would he have a sliver of hope.

As he charged forward, Long Aotian held nothing back. The First Spirit Ring and Third Spirit Ring beneath his feet lit up almost simultaneously.

"First Soul Skill, Demon Ape Transformation!"

"Third Soul Skill, Dark Gold Power!"

Two rays of light alternately enveloped his entire body.

Long Aotian's body instantly swelled by a full size. His muscles bulged like coiling dragons, and his skin took on a deep dark-gold hue that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

With the two enhancement-type Soul Skills stacked together, his strength and defense rose to an utterly terrifying level. Every step he took on the arena produced a deafening boom.

Liu Yuan stood where he was, his Double Pupil firmly locked onto the rapidly approaching dark-gold streak.

He nodded inwardly. Long Aotian truly was extraordinary. Compared to their time in Yaluo City, Long Aotian was now clearly smoother and more natural in his Soul Power control and skill transitions. The pressure he radiated even seemed to thicken the air.

But that did not mean Liu Yuan would retreat.

Sizzle—!

Two red Lasers burst forth from his Double Pupil once more, accurately blasting toward Long Aotian's chest.

Long Aotian had been prepared. He crossed his arms before him and forcibly withstood the impact of the Laser Eye.

Dense sparks erupted across his dark-gold skin. Though the force stalled him for half an instant, he still relied on his formidable physique to charge before Liu Yuan.

"Got you!" Long Aotian shouted, his dark-gold heavy fist hurtling straight toward Liu Yuan's face with a piercing sonic boom.

Liu Yuan's gaze was as cold and calm as ice. Faced with a heavy punch capable of seriously injuring a Soul King, he did not choose to widen the distance. Instead, he activated the Third Soul Skill he had just acquired.

"Qilin Precious Technique!"

An icy-blue glow instantly covered Liu Yuan's entire body.

At that moment, the strength of Liu Yuan's physical body underwent a qualitative leap.

He threw a punch as well, colliding with Long Aotian in the most primitive and domineering manner possible.

Boom!

One large fist and one small fist locked in midair for an instant.

Then, Liu Yuan adopted the fighting style best suited to him—trading injury for injury.

Long Aotian's close-combat techniques were exceptionally refined. Even as they exchanged punches, his right leg swept toward Liu Yuan's waist like an iron whip.

Liu Yuan neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he used the opening to close in, taking the heavy kick head-on with his shoulder while forming a sword with his fingers. Sharp Soul Power gathered at his fingertips as he viciously thrust them toward Long Aotian's abdomen.

Bang!

The flesh at Liu Yuan's waist was mangled, and the sound of bones cracking could even be heard.

Crack!

The dark-gold layer of skin over Long Aotian's abdomen also shattered, pierced into a bloody hole by Liu Yuan's finger force.

Long Aotian's expression changed drastically, because he knew all too well how terrifying Liu Yuan's recovery ability was.

Sure enough, in the very next instant, Liu Yuan's wound at the waist healed at a visible rate under flickering emerald light.

Not only that, but even as Liu Yuan healed, his offensive did not lessen in the slightest. At close range, his Double Pupil fired miniature Lasers, continuously creating wounds across Long Aotian's body.

This can't go on... A sense of helplessness rose in Long Aotian's heart.

He had originally believed close combat to be his absolute domain, but now, Liu Yuan's close-range explosive power was no weaker than his own, and he even possessed an outrageously powerful self-healing ability.

He could land ten punches on Liu Yuan, and Liu Yuan would instantly recover;

Yet if Liu Yuan landed one punch on him, he had to consume vast amounts of Soul Power just to maintain his defense.

This was no longer a spar. It was a slow, suicidal war of attrition.

Long Aotian knew that if this continued, he would only be worn to death on the arena.

He decided to use his final trump card and settle victory or defeat in a single blow.

Long Aotian rapidly retreated, opening a distance of ten meters. The Fourth Spirit Ring beneath his feet erupted with unprecedented black light.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Mad God Slash!"

Long Aotian's Soul Power surged toward his arms like a tide. His body seemed to resonate with the surrounding air as a massive illusory battle axe condensed from energy appeared in his hands. His eyes turned bloodshot, and with a resolve that cast aside life and death, he viciously cleaved down at Liu Yuan.

This strike was the peak blow of a level forty-seven Soul Ancestor giving his all. It seemed as though even space had been split apart.

Liu Yuan raised his head, the falling giant axe reflected in his Double Pupil.

He drew a deep breath. At that instant, the blood energy throughout his body was pushed to its utmost limit through the Qilin Precious Technique.

He still did not dodge.

Liu Yuan lowered his stance and rooted himself firmly, raising his left arm in an attempt to withstand the Mad God Slash with his body, while his right hand gathered enough force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Rip—!

The giant axe fell.

Liu Yuan's left shoulder and most of his back were brutally cleaved open, the wound deep enough to expose bone. A massive amount of blood instantly dyed the arena red.

Yet at the moment the giant axe lodged in his bones, Liu Yuan did not fall. His Double Pupil fixed unwaveringly upon Long Aotian, who had become rigid after unleashing his full strength.

"Qilin Force, break!"

Liu Yuan's long-accumulated right fist slammed into the center of Long Aotian's chest.

Pfft—!

Long Aotian only felt an irresistible force bore through his skin and into his internal organs. His dark-gold defense instantly collapsed.

Like a kite with its string cut, he was sent flying dozens of meters before crashing heavily beneath the arena.

On the arena, the horrifying wound across Liu Yuan's chest rapidly writhed and reformed amid emerald light. Within only a few breaths, it had recovered to its original smooth state, leaving only the blood all over the ground to prove that strike had been real.

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Long Aotian struggled to rise from the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the young man on the stage, who was gradually reining in his aura.

At this moment, there was no anger left in his eyes, only deep admiration and helplessness.

"Junior Brother, you won. As I am now, I am already completely unable to defeat you." Long Aotian shook his head with a bitter smile, a hint of relief in his voice.

At that moment, unprecedented cheers and cries of astonishment erupted across the entire martial arena.

Through this battle, everyone in the Body Sect realized one thing—

The title of the strongest among the Body Sect's younger generation was about to change hands today...