Zhe Feng had already broken through to Spirit King. With another Spirit King like himself working alongside him, they could even hold their own against a Spirit Emperor.
Wind Sword felt that Luo Yan's refusal to even release his Martial Soul was a complete insult to them.
Luo Yan merely shrugged. "Give it everything you've got. I hope you can last a few moves!"
"Go on, Xiao Wu!"
As he said those final words, Luo Yan ruffled Xiao Wu's hair.
At that, Xiao Wu gave a small nod.
Then she flashed away from where she stood.
Wind Sword and Zhe Feng warily scanned their surroundings, trying to locate Xiao Wu.
But they looked this way and that, and still couldn't find her.
"Above us!"
Wind Sword reacted quickly. If Xiao Wu wasn't anywhere around them, she could only be right over their heads.
But when they looked up, their pupils shrank, and their faces filled with shock.
Xiao Wu was standing upright in midair. She hadn't released her Martial Soul, or even used a single Soul Skill!
As far as they knew,
the only way to fly was to possess a flying-type Martial Soul or use a flying Soul Skill.
Yet Xiao Wu hadn't just refrained from using a Soul Skill—she hadn't even released her Martial Soul.
Of course, a Titled Douluo could also fly by controlling the domain of their powerful Soul Power. But Wind Sword and Zhe Feng didn't believe someone as young as Xiao Wu could be a Titled Douluo.
Wind Sword and Zhe Feng weren't the only ones stunned. The host and the spectators in the stands were dumbfounded, too.
They stared blankly at Xiao Wu, suspended above Wind Sword and Zhe Feng.
What they didn't know was that a Tier 4 Demon Sect could briefly fly by relying on spiritual power, let alone Xiao Wu, who had already reached the early stage of Fifth-Rank Demon King.
Xiao Wu hovered above them without the slightest strain.
While Wind Sword and Zhe Feng were still in shock, Xiao Wu disappeared again and reappeared beside them. She held one hand against each of their throats.
Xiao Wu looked at them with a smile. "You should give up!"
The gap in strength between them was just too great. Xiao Wu had started out looking forward to the fight, but she'd already lost interest.
She was beginning to wonder why Luo Yan had brought her here to fight in the arena at all.
"You two have cultivated to this level over several decades, but it seems you're still not quite good enough!"
Luo Yan walked over and spoke coolly as he looked at Wind Sword and Zhe Feng.
[Wind Sword felt insulted. Resentment Points +84,514!] [Zhe Feng tried to find your weaknesses, but couldn't see where to start. Resentment Points +54,144!]
For some reason, Wind Sword felt that the smile on Luo Yan's face was mocking them.
But they had indeed lost. If this had been a fight to the death, they would already be dead beyond any doubt.
"We give up!"
Wind Sword took a deep breath before he could calm himself down.
Then he withdrew his Martial Soul and signaled for Zhe Feng to do the same.
Zhe Feng felt rather helpless, too.
But Xiao Wu's strength was right there for all to see. There was nothing she could do about it.
She no longer felt insulted. Instead, she thought that Luo Yan and Xiao Wu must have nothing better to do, coming to the Great Soul Fighting Arena for fun when they were Soul Saints or stronger.
Luo Yan acted as though he didn't notice their resentful looks.
He strolled over to the host and took the microphone before the host could announce the result.
Then he smiled at the spectators and said:
"The Great Soul Fighting Arena in Suotuo City is getting a little boring at this level!
The arena probably won't be able to find any stronger opponents for us anytime soon.
I wonder if there are any spectators below who think they're strong enough to challenge us. If you can beat us, the prize is one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
Even an ordinary Titled Douluo might not have that much money to spare.
After all, any expert at Soul Douluo level or above either had a family to support or disciples to train. They couldn't just keep that much cash on hand.
The announcement sent a wave through the spectators.
The audience, who had still been shaken by Xiao Wu's strength, were instantly drawn in by the tempting offer.
Aside from a few levelheaded spectators, most looked eager to give it a try.
But Xiao Wu's display of power was still fresh in their minds. None of them dared to act right away, especially since they weren't even as strong as the Wind Sword Team.
Ten minutes passed, and still nobody stepped into the arena.
Seeing that the time was right, Luo Yan continued to taunt them.
"So all the Soul Masters in Suotuo City are useless? Not a single one of you has the guts to step up and challenge us?"
As soon as his words came through the microphone, a flood of electronic system notifications rang out, like firecrackers going off.
Luo Yan had to turn them off for the time being.
Nobody below came forward. They only glared up at him.
He spoke again.
"If no one's coming up, I guess you all agree with what I just said!"
At last, someone couldn't take it anymore. A figure leaped down from the stands and landed in front of Luo Yan.
"You damn brat! You really think there's no one left in Suotuo City? How dare you run your mouth like that!"
Once he was on the platform, the middle-aged man glared at Luo Yan as if he wanted to tear him apart.
As a longtime resident of Suotuo City, he couldn't stand Luo Yan's insults. He was willing to risk his life just to step up.
He'd already made up his mind: even if he couldn't win, he'd take a hit for the brothers coming after him.
"Since someone's finally stepped up, let's get started. All you have to do is beat Xiao Wu, and the one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins are yours. Don't worry, I won't interfere."
Luo Yan glanced at him and saw that he was only a lowly Soul Ancestor. He almost laughed.
The middle-aged man was just about to say something when he was suddenly blasted off the platform and plunged into the pool below.
Then the staff fished him out.
Luo Yan hadn't turned the system notifications back on, but he knew that move had earned him another batch of Resentment Points.
The people here were kind of like those in the West. Someone as strong as me could run my mouth and still rake in Resentment Points...
Thinking of that string of system notifications, Luo Yan could barely hold back a grin.
After the first person stepped forward, several more came up in turn. Without exception, Xiao Wu knocked every one of them off the platform.
After Xiao Wu even defeated a Spirit Emperor from the Great Soul Fighting Arena, no one else in the stands dared to step forward.
Luo Yan waited for over ten minutes. When no one came, he didn't bother waiting any longer.
"Since no one's stepping up today, I'll probably be coming to the Great Soul Fighting Arena for the next month. If anyone wants to challenge us, you can come and wait here."
"Oh, and useless people should stay off the platform instead of wasting everyone's time. You'll only take one punch anyway."
"If you can force us to use our Martial Souls, you'll get ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. Feel free to give it a try!"
Only after finishing did Luo Yan return the host's microphone. Then he took Xiao Wu by the hand and left the platform.
The spectators in the stands and the management staff of the Great Soul Fighting Arena in Suotuo City stayed where they were, trying to process what had just happened.
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