Record of Defending the Arena

Meng Shenji and the others held various thoughts; although they could not hear the voices and could not read lips, they could still grasp the general situation.

Sword Douluo had been rejected and was in a foul mood.

Qian Renxue felt a sense of relief in her heart. It was certain that Sword Douluo would fail to take on an apprentice; her judgment was not so poor that she couldn't see that much.

However, the fact that Sword Douluo had left behind the small silver sword—a symbol of his status—proved that he still harbored such intentions.

Years of life as an undercover agent had made her mind exceptionally complex, and she couldn't help but maliciously speculate on the various possibilities that might follow.

She wondered what methods her teacher would use to pull Ling Yun into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo sensed these subtle shifts in the atmosphere, and with his Heart of the Sword, he saw through the essence of it all at a glance.

"This old man guessed wrong. The boy doesn't have a sword martial soul. What a pity for such a fine seedling... Sigh!"

Once Sword Douluo spoke these words, the others understood why he was feeling somewhat depressed, but they became even more puzzled.

Then why was Ling Yun able to manifest sword intent? They were completely unable to fathom it.

One by one, they focused their gazes on the arena, scrutinizing Ling Yun as if they could see through everything and understand it all just by looking.

On the arena, the soul battle continued.

The person who had stepped up was a female student. She wore a boyish haircut, her chest was notably prominent, and her long, slender legs and rounded hips combined to outline a perfect figure.

Her gaze was particularly sharp, cold, and aggressive, with an added touch of dominance. This was the first impression she gave Ling Yun.

"Heavenly Grade Class Two, Zhang Weiwei. Martial Soul: Meteor Dart. Level 25 Assault System Battle Soul Master. Please enlighten me."

As she finished speaking, she released her martial soul. The head of the Meteor Dart was rhombic and the size of a fist. A chain as thick as the tip of a chopstick was fastened to the center of the dart head; the joint looked seamless, with no signs of inlay. The other end of the chain was connected to a wooden handle.

Three emerald green gemstones were embedded in the handle.

After the signal for the match to begin rang out, Zhang Weiwei swung the Meteor Dart. The dart rotated at high speed, emitting a whistling wind sound in the air; to the naked eye, it appeared only as a circular trajectory.

Immediately following, her first soul ring flickered, and the Meteor Dart, like a meteorite trailing flames, smashed toward Ling Yun's chest.

When the dart head was but an inch from Ling Yun's chest, he shifted a step to the left.

"Do you think you can dodge it just like that?"

Zhang Weiwei gave a tug, and the Meteor Dart became as flexible as a living viper. The chain acted as the snake's body, the dart head as its fangs. As the chain swung, the dart head struck out like a venomous snake.

It smashed toward Ling Yun's chest once more.

Under Ling Yun's control, his martial soul formed a flying disc, tracing an arcane trajectory to strike the core control point of the chain.

The trajectory of the dart head was deflected, slamming into the arena floor, and Ling Yun took the opportunity to close the distance to Zhang Weiwei.

Zhang Weiwei did not pull back; instead, she revealed an excited look. Her second soul ring flashed, the three gemstones on the Meteor Dart shone brilliantly, and the chain pulled taut.

In an instant, the Meteor Dart retracted and transformed into a Meteor Spear.

The handle became the butt of the spear, the chain the shaft, and the dart head the spear tip.

After performing a flourish with the spear, she exerted force through her feet, charged at Ling Yun, and launched a fierce assault.

Points of cold light appeared, followed by a sky full of spear shadows.

But no matter how fierce her attacks were, Ling Yun was like a wisp of smoke; she simply could not land a hit or smash into him.

"What a profound self-created soul skill of movement. I have never seen it before."

"Uncle Sword, what do you think?"

"This old man hasn't seen it either! But I can be certain that this boy has secrets, and they are not small ones."

"No wonder he is unwilling to take a master; he has another lineage!"

"As for this lineage, this old man must admit he is inferior," Sword Douluo sighed.

The others drew a sharp breath. A lineage that even Sword Douluo admitted to being inferior to? Did that not mean Ling Yun already had a master, and that his master was a reclusive expert?

They were firmly convinced in their hearts that Ling Yun must have been taught by someone; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to master so many things.

For a time, everyone began to fill in the blanks with their own imaginations.

They imagined what the mysterious master behind Ling Yun might look like.

Sword Douluo was also speculating in his heart about the existence behind Ling Yun. Could it be him? It shouldn't be. If it were him, this boy shouldn't have come to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

Sword Douluo thought of the opponent his father had challenged when he reached level 97—the true spiritual leader of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu had just received the message from Snake Lance and was departing from the Douluo Worship Hall.

Qian Renxue was the person in his heart most likely to inherit the position of the Angel God. The fact that someone could have a martial soul connection with Qian Renxue, potentially leading to a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, immediately made Qian Daoliu take this matter seriously.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, he had to make the trip.

He would not let go of anything that might help Qian Renxue; all of this was to ensure the Angel God would reappear in the world and make the Angel lineage great once again.

On the arena, after Zhang Weiwei's prolonged assault, her stamina and soul power were depleting rapidly, and she was starting to struggle.

"Are you only capable of dodging?"

"If you're a man, fight me fair and square. Dodging back and forth like that makes you look like a coward."

"Kids will be kids, lacking even a shred of backbone."

"..."

As Zhang Weiwei grew more spirited, her words became increasingly unbearable. Among the audience below the stage, some of those who had been insulted by her shouted out.

"Ling Yun, be a man! Show her what you're made of."

"Take her down!"

"That's right, take her down!"

"..."

While attacking, Zhang Weiwei didn't forget to glance toward the source of the loudest cheers, secretly memorizing the faces of those individuals.

Of those who met her gaze, some sheepishly shut their mouths, while others glared right back, their voices growing even louder.

Watching this scene, Sword Douluo and the others felt quite pleased; this kind of youthful vitality was exactly what they loved to see.

On the arena stage, Zhang Weiwei's verbal barrage never ceased, and her Meteor Spear struck, whipped, and thrust, each move accompanied by a whistling wind.

Ling Yun realized his composure wasn't as steady as he had thought. Anger welled up in his heart, and he spoke, "As you wish!"

"Ha! Wouldn't it have been better to do that sooner?"

"You're just like those losers down there—you all just needed a good scolding!"

Ling Yun channeled his strength, using his bare hands to block the tip of Zhang Weiwei's spear, shattering the metal inch by inch.

With her martial soul broken, Zhang Weiwei suffered a severe backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood as she collapsed onto the stage.

"Well done, Ling Yun! From today on, you're my idol!"

"Beautifully done!"

"I've hated her for a long time; she finally hit a wall! Hahahaha..."

"If we weren't afraid of losing to her, who would have sat there and listened to her insults?"

"..."

Teacher Yang walked onto the stage to treat Zhang Weiwei. This time, she said nothing; Zhang Weiwei had already provoked the wrath of the crowd.

Soon, another challenger stepped up.

Ling Yun began to use his martial soul and soul skills frequently, which led to a specific outcome.

Not a single new opponent could last for more than five breaths.

Consequently, Ling Yun's own expenditure of energy became immense.

A quarter of an hour later, with his soul power nearly depleted, Ling Yun chose to call a halt to the match.

"Teacher, my soul power is almost exhausted. I concede! I'm done fighting!"

"Congratulations. You have set a record for the defense challenge, having eliminated a total of 33 opponents."

In the VIP gallery, Meng Shenji and his two companions wore broad smiles. A soul master of such genius belonged to their academy; just thinking about it made them happy.