Start Running, the Name Mountain Lord

Spiritual Detection—activate!

As he charged forward, Chen Yumo immediately expanded Spiritual Detection to its maximum range, covering the entire arena and watching Pangolin's every move without a single blind spot.

In truth, Chen Yumo did not believe his opponent had any chance of defeating him.

Seeing the opponent's one white and one yellow Spirit Ring configuration, he felt that if he lost, he might as well slit his own throat on the spot.

But as part of the Louse Swarm once led by Xiao Lao Da, that mighty male louse, the belief that even a lion used its full strength when hunting a rabbit was etched deep into his DNA!

Come to think of it, this was Chen Yumo's first official battle against another Spirit Master.

Perhaps the fighting instincts of a tiger had awakened. At that moment, he felt his blood begin to boil, and the way he looked at Pangolin gradually changed—from an opponent to prey.

When he reached the center of the arena, Chen Yumo's first Spirit Ring lit up. (I'm faking it.)

A dazzling white light flared from his raised right hand. Sharp metal-effect energy compressed around his tiger claws, and with a swing of his palm, it transformed into five razor-sharp claw marks that tore toward his opponent.

It looked as though he had used a Spirit Skill, but in reality, it was merely simple manipulation of metal-effect energy.

Compressing Soul Power into energy claws for long-range attacks did not even count as a skill in the memories of the White Tiger Bloodline.

Its power was not particularly great, but it was more than enough for a probing attack.

Faced with the "Hundred-Year Spirit Skill" Chen Yumo had unleashed, Pangolin's expression turned solemn.

After seeing Chen Yumo's two Hundred-Year Spirit Rings, Pangolin had already felt immense pressure, knowing his own Spirit Ring configuration was inferior. Now Chen Yumo had used a Hundred-Year Spirit Skill the moment they met, making him want to curse aloud.

What kind of rookie opened with their ultimate move?

Wait, he really was a rookie participating in spirit battles for the first time.

Then never mind.

Cursing inwardly, Pangolin used his Second Spirit Skill. A large number of shells grew and fused over his arms, forming a round shield.

That was right. He was preparing to take the attack head-on.

Pangolin's actions left even Chen Yumo stunned. Even if it was only a probing attack, there was no need to block it head-on, was there?

Couldn't he dodge?

But this was Douluo Continent.

The five sharp claw marks directly broke through the round shield on his arm and left deep gashes across both his hands. Blood spurted out.

"Gah... what a powerful Spirit Skill!" Pangolin said, his hands trembling as he sucked in a breath. "No wonder you dared to use your ultimate move right away. So you were certain of victory. I underestimated you!"

Chen Yumo: ...

Bro, you seemed to have way too much going on in your head.

Still, this probing attack had shown him just how fragile his opponent was, while also giving him a clearer understanding of his own offensive power.

In the White Tiger Transformation state, his combat strength was already extremely formidable. He far surpassed ordinary Spirit Masters with mediocre Martial Souls and could contend with geniuses who possessed top-tier Martial Souls.

On the other side, following Douluo Continent's spirit battle rules, Pangolin thought it was his turn. He lit up both Spirit Rings at once.

This time, however, he did not use shells to create a shield. Instead, he formed two armguards with three sharp claws each, making them look exactly like a pangolin's claws.

Not only did these armguards provide him with considerable offensive and defensive capabilities, but they also sealed the wounds Chen Yumo had torn open on his hands.

"Heh heh, an attack as powerful as that... you probably can't use it too many times, can you?"

Perhaps because Chen Yumo had broken through his defenses the instant they met, Pangolin, known as Iron Wall, felt thoroughly humiliated.

After using his Spirit Skill, he did not counterattack at once. Instead, he started talking trash, looking as though victory was already in his grasp.

Chen Yumo was amused. "What makes you think that?"

Chen Yumo, who had already crossed half the arena, stopped advancing and decided to hear what profound insight this double agent had to offer.

"A Hundred-Year Spirit Skill with such power is indeed rare. I've fought more than ten matches in the Great Soul Arena, yet I've never seen anyone with greater attack power than you. But an attack of that strength must consume a great deal of your power. How could you possibly use it repeatedly?" Pangolin snorted.

"You rushed across half the arena so quickly for that reason too, didn't you? You wanted to use that powerful Spirit Skill to injure me, then seize victory in one stroke while I was wounded."

"But you never expected that I could still seal my own wounds!"

Clap, clap, clap...

"Impressive, impressive." Chen Yumo clapped as he sighed. "Of course, I mean your ability to make things up, not your strength."

"You've got no strength, little brother."

"What do you mean?" Pangolin froze slightly.

"I mean..." Chen Yumo raised his claws. The familiar dazzling white light shone once more, making the gentle smile on his face appear especially terrifying.

"You can start running now..."

The attack was too powerful, so the consumption was too great?

Chen Yumo almost wanted to laugh just hearing it.

It was just an enchanted basic attack that did not even qualify as a Self-Created Soul Skill. No matter how high the consumption was, how high could it possibly be?

Why did the other side think he wanted to fight in close quarters because this skill consumed too much power?

When Pangolin saw sharp claw marks gathering in Chen Yumo's hands again—and this time, on both hands—his face immediately turned green. His expression was uglier than if he had eaten shit.

At the end of it, Chen Yumo even kindly reminded him, "Run. My skill is ready. Be careful not to get hit."

After saying that, he swung both hands. Claw marks tore toward Pangolin like a torrential storm, accompanied by piercing whistles that tore through the air. To Pangolin, the sound was like a death warrant.

Pangolin: Don't come any closer!

After only three claws, the armored armguards he had formed around his hands were cut apart again, turning into countless fragments that reverted to Soul Power and dispersed. The wounds sealed beneath them were ripped open once more.

The fourth claw struck, and Pangolin, the battle Soul Grandmaster known as Iron Wall—was taken down!

The audience fell silent.

Three seconds later.

Cheers rang out to the heavens.

There had been little technical skill in this spirit battle, and not even any flashy clashes of Spirit Skills. There had only been complete domination from beginning to end—Chen Yumo's one-sided beating of Pangolin.

Yet battles like this were rare in the Great Soul Arena. Every one of them was highly entertaining and easily stirred the audience's emotions.

With just one spirit battle, Chen Yumo had successfully made every spectator present remember him.

However.

His legend in Heaven Dou City's Great Soul Arena had only just begun.

For the next half month, he participated in one-on-one spirit battles at the Great Soul Arena every day without interruption, never suffering a single defeat.

Fifteen consecutive victories.

The name Mountain Lord gradually rose to fame among spirit battles at the Soul Grandmaster level.