One-Sided Crushing Without Using the Martial Soul

Over a dozen Martial Souls were released simultaneously.

Lights of various soul power colors illuminated the arena.

Lei Tian stood at the very front.

He was the number one student of the intermediate class.

His level 19 soul power surged forth without reservation.

Martial Soul Possession: Raging Thunder War Bear.

Blue electric arcs flickered across Lei Tian's body.

His stature instantly shot up.

His muscles tore through the sleeves of his top.

A yellow century-old soul ring spun rapidly beneath his feet.

"Attack."

Lei Tian let out a loud shout.

Over a dozen elite students above level 15 launched their attacks at once.

Two control-type students struck first.

Green vines covered in barbs drilled out from the cracks in the arena floor.

The vines coiled toward Su Chen's legs from all directions.

Three agility-attack type students transformed into afterimages.

They lunged toward Su Chen's back from different blind spots.

The remaining power-attack type students followed closely behind Lei Tian.

Several rays of violent soul skill light smashed directly toward the center of the arena.

This was a perfect display of team coordination.

The instructors in the stands nodded slightly.

Against this kind of all-encompassing firepower, even a level 25 Soul Grand Master would have to temporarily avoid the brunt of the assault.

They did not believe Su Chen could still withstand it with his physical body alone.

Su Chen's expression remained indifferent.

The Million-Year Head Soul Bone in his mind began to circulate.

Materialized spiritual power instantly covered the entire arena.

Under his immense spiritual perception, everyone's movements slowed down.

The growth trajectory of the vines was clearly visible.

The landing spots of the agility-attack type students were completely exposed.

Su Chen moved.

He did not retreat.

He slammed his right foot onto the Adamantine Rock floor.

A terrifying force of two thousand jin was poured directly into the arena.

BOOM.

A muffled sound rang out.

Large cracks appeared across the hard Adamantine Rock ground.

A powerful shockwave spread along the floor.

The vines that had just emerged from the ground were instantly shattered by the shockwave.

They turned into countless green fragments and scattered.

The two control-type students suffered a backlash of soul power.

They spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously.

They collapsed onto the ground.

Su Chen used the recoil force to leap into the air.

He dodged the several soul skill rays that had been aimed directly at him.

The soul skills slammed into the empty ground.

A cloud of dust erupted.

Su Chen forcibly twisted his waist in mid-air.

He met the three agility-type students who were attempting to ambush him from behind.

The three students were struck with terror.

They had not expected Su Chen's speed to be even greater than their own.

Su Chen did not waste a single movement.

He delivered three consecutive kicks in mid-air.

Each kick struck a student squarely in the chest with pinpoint precision.

Crack.

The sound of breaking bones rang out in quick succession.

The three agility-type students were sent flying backward faster than they had charged in.

They soared over Lei Tian's head.

They slammed heavily into the protective barrier at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena.

They fell unconscious instantly.

Su Chen landed steadily.

Lei Tian had already charged right in front of him.

"First Soul Skill: Wild Thunder Heavy Strike."

Lei Tian's eyes were bloodshot.

He gathered all of his soul power into his fists.

The surface of his fists was enveloped in blinding blue lightning.

He leaped high into the air.

He descended toward the top of Su Chen's head with the force of a collapsing mountain.

This was Lei Tian's strongest strike.

He had once used this move to defeat a level 21 Soul Grand Master of a higher rank.

Su Chen looked up at Lei Tian.

He still had not released his Martial Soul.

He slowly raised his right hand.

He curled his fingers into a fist.

A faint layer of Bloodline Power swirled around his knuckles.

Su Chen threw a punch directly upward.

The two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

Bang.

A dull thud of impact echoed throughout the Martial Arts Arena.

Blue lightning instantly surged along Su Chen's arm and spread across his entire body.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Lei Tian's mouth.

His lightning carried a potent paralyzing effect.

Once struck, the opponent would briefly lose the ability to move.

But his smile froze instantly.

Su Chen's body did not falter in the slightest.

The moment those violent blue bolts of lightning touched Su Chen's skin, they vanished like a clay ox entering the sea.

They did not stir up a single ripple.

His body, reshaped by the Marrow Cleansing Pill, possessed immense elemental resistance.

This low-level lightning could not cause him any harm whatsoever.

Immediately afterward, a mountain-toppling force surged from Su Chen's fist.

Lei Tian felt as though his arms had collided with a high-speed steel fortress.

His arm bones let out a groan of unbearable strain.

Excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed his nerves.

Su Chen's right arm snapped straight.

Power erupted completely.

Lei Tian's tall body was sent flying directly into mid-air.

His arms were twisted at an unnatural angle.

His Martial Soul Possession state was forcibly shattered.

He spat out a massive mouthful of blood while in the air.

Then, he slammed heavily onto the ground more than ten meters away.

Lei Tian struggled twice.

His head lolled to the side.

He lost consciousness completely.

The strongest, Lei Tian, had been taken out in a single move.

The remaining seven or eight assault-type students were momentarily stunned.

Their charging pace came to an involuntary halt.

Their eyes were filled with terror.

Su Chen did not give them a chance to catch their breath.

He took the initiative to attack.

His figure flashed.

He charged directly into the crowd.

This was entirely a one-sided physical crushing.

There were no flashy soul skill exchanges.

Only pure violence, with every punch landing squarely on flesh.

Every time Su Chen threw a punch.

It was accompanied by a student falling to the ground.

His speed was too fast.

These elite students, all above level 15, could not even see his movements clearly.

They only felt a gust of wind hit their faces.

Followed by unbearable, excruciating pain.

Bang.

Su Chen delivered a hand-blade strike to the neck of a student possessing an Iron Armor Martial Soul.

The Iron Armor shattered instantly.

The student rolled his eyes and collapsed.

Bang.

Su Chen landed a side kick.

He kicked two students attempting a pincer attack off the arena simultaneously.

In less than half a minute.

The dozen or so challengers who had been so aggressive initially.

Were all lying scattered across the arena.

Or had been kicked down below the spectator stands.

Not a single person was still standing.

Groans of pain echoed intermittently throughout the Martial Arts Arena.

Su Chen retracted his fists.

He stood in the center of the wounded.

His breathing was steady.

There was not even a single wrinkle on his black silk robe.

There was no sound within the Martial Arts Arena.

Thousands of students from Martial Soul Academy stared blankly at this scene.

Their pride had been completely shattered.

Even with Lei Tian, the top student of the intermediate class, joining forces with over a dozen core elites.

They couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

This massive gap in strength left them feeling desperate.

The instructors in the spectator stands turned deathly pale.

Their most prideful student.

Was taken down like chopping vegetables in the most primitive way.

This was a massive blow to their teaching philosophy.

At the highest point of the spectator stand.

Golden Crocodile Douluo retracted his previously casual posture.

His body leaned slightly forward.

His eyes were locked firmly onto Su Chen below.

"He truly did not use even a shred of soul power."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was extremely grave.

"Relying entirely on physical strength and speed, he broke the class barrier brought by soul rings."

Demon Bear Douluo drew a sharp breath.

"How is this possible? Even with a top-tier beast martial soul, it is impossible to possess a physical body of this intensity before attaching soul rings. Just what kind of monster is he?"

Snake Lance Douluo glanced at Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness the Pope, you have taken in an extraordinary disciple. Based on this physical body alone, he is already absolutely invincible among his peers."

Bibi Dong leaned back against the Pope Throne.

The look of satisfaction in her eyes could not be concealed.

Su Chen's performance had exceeded her expectations.

She had originally thought Su Chen would at least use the pressure of his Twin Martial Souls to secure victory.

She had not expected Su Chen to be too lazy to even manifest his martial soul.

He had directly beaten everyone into submission in the most brutal manner.

This domineering aura that crushed everything.

Was exactly the temperament the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall needed most.

Bibi Dong looked toward Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Second Worship, according to our previous agreement, is Su Chen now qualified to serve as the Holy Son?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was silent for a moment.

He nodded slowly.

"A bet is a bet. The Elder Hall acknowledges his strength. From this day forward, he is the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's declaration.

Meant that the upper echelons of Martial Soul Hall had reached a consensus on this matter.

Su Chen's position as Holy Son was now firmly secured.

On the arena stage.

Su Chen heard the conversation from the spectator stand.

He did not show any expression of excitement.

This was a matter within his expectations.

He turned his head.

His gaze swept over the more than one thousand students below who had already been scared out of their wits.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up?"

Su Chen's voice echoed throughout the spacious Martial Arts Arena.

No one in the student camp responded.

Everyone lowered their heads involuntarily.

They dared not even meet Su Chen's gaze.

Even Lei Tian had been taken out in one move.

For them to go up would be suicide.

The central Martial Arts Arena was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Just as several Temple Knights were preparing to go onto the stage to carry away the wounded.

From the rear of the Pope Palace camp.

A crisp sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow.

Yet they were exceptionally clear.

The crowd on the stands looked toward the source of the sound.

A short-haired girl was seen walking down the steps.

She was about ten years old.

She wore the high-level custom uniform of Martial Soul Hall.

Her appearance was bewitching.

Even though she was still young.

A natural sense of allure already radiated from between her brows.

The moment she appeared.

The eyes of the entire crowd were involuntarily drawn to her.

Su Chen watched the girl walking out.

He searched through the memories of the original owner.

He immediately recognized her identity.

Hu Liena.

A core member of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall.

The disciple most valued by Bibi Dong before.

Hu Liena walked straight through the crowd.

She arrived at the edge of the arena.

Unlike the others, she did not leap onto the stage.

Instead, she walked up the Adamantine Rock floor step by step.

She stopped ten meters away from Su Chen.

There was no fear in Hu Liena's eyes.

Only intense defiance.

As the Pope's disciple.

She had enjoyed the best resources in Martial Soul Hall since she was a child.

Her talent had always been something her peers in Martial Soul City looked up to.

Just moments ago.

She had witnessed with her own eyes her teacher, Bibi Dong, going so far as to fall out with the Grand Elder to protect this six-year-old boy.

And now, she was even going to confer the title of Holy Son upon him directly.

This was something the proud Hu Liena could not accept.

"I admit that your physical body is strong."

Hu Liena looked at Su Chen and spoke.

Her voice carried a hint of bewitching vibrato.

"But a soul master's battle does not rely solely on brute force. Your brute force might hit them, but it won't necessarily hit me."

Chrysanthemum Douluo on the spectator stand frowned slightly.

He turned his head to look at Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness, why did Nana go up there? She has already broken through to the Soul Grand Master realm."

Bibi Dong looked at the two people below the stage.

She did not stop her.

"It is fine. Let Nana test just how far he can go. Without experiencing setbacks, the arrogance in Nana will never fade."

Seeing that Su Chen did not speak.

Hu Liena began to circulate her soul power.

A pink light surged from within her body.

A massive phantom of a Heavenly Fox appeared behind her.

Two furry tails swayed behind her.

Yellow. Yellow.

Two standard century-level soul rings rose from beneath her feet.

A powerful wave of soul power instantly swept across the arena.

"Martial Soul Hall, Hu Liena, ten years old, martial soul Demon Fox, level 21 control-system Soul Grand Master."

Hu Liena announced her rank.

The entire arena erupted in an uproar.

A ten-year-old Soul Grand Master.

Such talent was absolutely in a league of its own at Martial Soul Academy.

Lei Tian's level nineteen was nothing compared to Hu Liena's level twenty-one.

It was completely beneath mention.

More importantly.

Hu Liena was a Control-type.

Her Charm skill was specifically designed to counter opponents who only knew how to engage in close-quarters brawling.

"If you don't use your Martial Soul."

A flash of pink light flickered in Hu Liena's eyes.

"You will definitely lose to me today."