In this era, most people's second Soul Rings were century-old Soul Rings. Some people even had white Soul Rings for their second ring. The moment Lin Yan's second Soul Ring appeared, it completely overturned everyone's understanding. A second Thousand-year Soul Ring?!
Was it reasonable for a Thousand-year Soul Ring to occupy the second ring slot?
Yu Xiaogang, the theoretical Grandmaster standing in the spectator stands, looked utterly awful. Just yesterday morning, he had confidently told his disciple that this guy's second Thousand-year Soul Ring was merely an illusion. Now, he had been slapped in the face by the other party.
"Teacher, is this guy's Thousand-year second Soul Ring really an illusion?" Tang San could not help asking. No matter how he looked at it, it did not seem like an illusion.
Yu Xiaogang had no idea how to answer and could only remain silent. In the end, he said a few words, "Keep watching. He'll reveal a flaw."
Tang San nodded. He still trusted his teacher deeply.
Below the stage, the Imperial Fighting Team members were completely dumbfounded when they saw Lin Yan reveal three Soul Rings, especially that Thousand-year Soul Ring.
A Thousand-year second ring? Was that even real?!
The instant Lin Yan unleashed his second soul skill, blazing crimson flames erupted around him. The pale golden Soul Ring revolved as his physical strength surged explosively.
The surrounding temperature soared, and the air twisted. The rancid toxins rushing toward him turned into white vapor with a sizzling sound the instant they approached the crimson flames, vanishing in moments.
The Soul Masters opposite him were all stunned. No one had expected his second soul skill to be so powerful.
Lin Yan seized the opening and flashed before Dugu Yan. His fist carried scorching force as it smashed viciously into her abdomen.
With a bang, Dugu Yan cried out in unbearable pain and flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily off the stage.
"Vice-captain!" The other Imperial Fighting Team members finally reacted, but it was already too late. Their vice-captain had been sent flying just like their captain earlier.
Before they could react further, Lin Yan did not stop. He instantly appeared before them, moving so fast that even these Soul Elders could barely keep up. In only a few seconds, the Imperial Fighting Team members were sprawled across the ground, unable to get back up.
Only one auxiliary-system Soul Master remained standing alone in the arena. It was Ye Lingling, the owner of the Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul.
Her face was pale as paper. Her eyes, usually filled with soft light, were now brimming with terror as she stared fixedly at the tall figure before her.
Not far away, all her companions lay on the ground in disarray, clearly having lost the strength to continue fighting. The one who had defeated them one by one was the cold-eyed youth before her, Lin Yan.
Ye Lingling's body trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively stepped backward. Every step felt as though she were treading on cotton.
Lin Yan merely gave Ye Lingling a casual glance. There was not a trace of warmth in his eyes, as though he were looking at some insignificant object rather than a delicate female Soul Master.
"Will you get down yourself, or do I kick you down?" His voice was not loud, but it carried tremendous pressure. There was no hint of tenderness toward women in it. Every word conveyed one thought: kick this last enemy completely out of the arena.
Qin Ming, the teacher leading the Imperial Fighting Team, was completely stunned as well. The students he had trained had actually been wiped out as a group. Where had this monster come from?
"Why is Lin Yan even better at showing off than I am?" Lin Tian still maintained the appearance and identity of an old man. Watching Lin Yan dominate everyone below, he could not help muttering.
After what happened tonight, several flies would probably come buzzing around. That was genuinely troublesome. Lin Tian truly did not want to deal with those flies.
They had only one target: Dugu Yan below the stage, and Dugu Bo behind her.
In the end, the match concluded with Ye Lingling admitting defeat and leaving the arena, thoroughly proving that Lin Yan had once again achieved a one-versus-seven victory.
Supervisor Ao, seated in his office, looked at the result and could not help sighing. "He's simply a monster. As expected of that Title Douluo's junior. I just hope I can send these two troublemakers away once this competition is over."
Otherwise, there would be no need for his Great Soul Arena to remain open.
After the host announced Lin Yan's victory, he gave Dugu Yan one final look. She was struggling to rise, her eyes full of unwillingness as she stared at him. He then withdrew his gaze and walked off the stage.
After several days of matches, he could confirm one thing: without relying on external help, his strength was at least enough to fight a level forty-five Soul Ancestor. He could even cross ranks and exchange a few rounds with a Soul King.
That was quite a gain for him. The other gain was thoroughly shattering Dugu Yan's pride.
Would she run back crying to beg her grandfather for help?
He hoped so. Otherwise, he and Lin Tian would have no choice but to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill and borrow power to seek out Dugu Bo.
As Lin Yan walked toward his lounge, several hostile gazes fixed on him, and their owners blocked his path.
He withdrew his thoughts and raised his head, only to see the Shrek Academy students and their teachers standing in front of him. Enemies really did meet on narrow roads. This coincidence was really...
"Got something to say? You're just a bunch of defeated losers." Lin Yan swept his gaze over the hostile figures before him, a mocking curve appearing on his lips. The contempt in his voice nearly overflowed. His eyes were icy as they fell upon the Shrek Academy students, filled with undisguised disdain.
In his eyes, these people were not even qualified to stand on equal footing with him.
Those words were like a red-hot needle stabbing viciously into Dai Mubai's heart.
The Soul Power around him immediately stirred violently. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, and the fury in his chest nearly burst from his throat.
But when his fingertips accidentally brushed the unhealed burn scar on his cheek, searing pain shot through his body, forcibly suppressing his surging rage once more.
He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with unwillingness and humiliation. In the end, he could only stiffly turn his head and cast an urgent look at Flender beside him. A barely noticeable plea for help hid in his eyes, as though he had grasped his final lifeline.
Flender naturally noticed Dai Mubai's gaze. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Xiaogang, standing nearby, spoke first. "Why is your second Soul Ring a Thousand-year Soul Ring? That completely defies convention!"
He, Yu Xiaogang, was known across the continent as a theoretical Grandmaster. After studying Soul Rings and soul beasts for so long, he was precise even about Soul Ring age limits. Yet this youth's second Soul Ring was a Thousand-year Soul Ring. It completely violated common sense. This was a challenge to his theories! It was absolutely unacceptable!
Lin Yan looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had immediately begun questioning him, and could not help tilting his head. No, man, are we even close?
"Who the hell are you?" Lin Yan asked the weathered-looking man before him without giving him any face.
"You don't know who I am?"
"Who you are has got nothing to do with me." Lin Yan truly could not understand whether there was something wrong with Yu Xiaogang's brain, seeing that confident expression on his face.
What, did he really think everyone in this world was as stupid as Tang San, ready to bow three times and kowtow at the first meeting, then respectfully call him a theoretical Grandmaster and take him as a teacher?
Faced with Lin Yan's merciless interruption and the disregard and contempt in his eyes, the confidence Yu Xiaogang had just regained cracked once again. That look was exactly the same as the looks those people had given him over a decade ago.
He was furious inside, but he still forcefully suppressed his anger and asked, "Your Thousand-year Soul Ring completely defies common sense. Did you cheat?"
"?" Lin Yan was momentarily dumbfounded by Yu Xiaogang's words. Then he looked at him as if he were an idiot before finally forcing out a sentence. "If your fucking brain is sick, go get it treated, okay? Don't go crazy in front of me, or believe it or not, I'll beat you, a useless Soul Grandmaster who only knows theory, flat on the ground."
"You, you..."
Yu Xiaogang had been holding a whole barrage of questions in his throat, but Lin Yan's final sentence utterly shattered his composure. He was so furious that he did not even know how to speak. His words stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go down. His chest felt stifled, and even his confidence to retort had been completely crushed. His body trembled faintly with rage as he found himself unable to respond.
It was obvious just how easily this theoretical Grandmaster lost his composure.
"Bastard!" Tang San could no longer stand by as his teacher was bullied. "Lin Yan, my teacher says you cheated in the match. Do you have a problem with that? A Thousand-year second Soul Ring is simply impossible! Did the Title Douluo behind you pressure others into creating an illusion for you?"
As soon as he said this, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, who stood nearby, nodded in agreement. They strongly agreed with Tang San's words.
Looking at Tang San, who had jumped out to question him, Lin Yan could not help twitching his lips. He took a step forward. "You little runt, just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't. With a brain like yours, one that took a Soul Grandmaster as a teacher, what makes you think you can compare to me?"
The atmosphere instantly stiffened several degrees.
Seeing Lin Yan insult his teacher so openly, Tang San finally pulled out a hidden weapon in anger and said directly to him, "I challenge you."
Lin Yan looked at Tang San's extremely serious expression and the small movement he had made just now, seeming to understand something. This Son of Destiny had lost his composure so quickly? His mental endurance was even worse than Huo Yuhao's and his daughter Tang Wuling's.
"Fine." Lin Yan accepted immediately.
Hearing Lin Yan accept his challenge, Tang San quickly spoke, ready to teach this guy a lesson. "Martial soul, Blue Silver Grass. Soul Power..."
Bang!
Before Tang San could finish speaking, Lin Yan kicked him away like a ball. No one present had time to react.
Yu Xiaogang was the first to react. He immediately ran over. "Tang San, are you alright?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, who had fallen unconscious in his arms, then glared angrily at Lin Yan. "You really are a despicable villain!"
"Hah?" Looking at Yu Xiaogang questioning him, Lin Yan finally lost his patience and strode toward him. "Like teacher, like disciple. I might as well beat you up too."
"Kid, you've gone too far." Flender stopped Lin Yan, his tone accusatory.
Lin Yan looked at Flender blocking his way and demanded, "I've gone too far? Why are you such a hypocrite? When your student provoked me, why didn't you stop him?"
Sure enough, the Shrek Academy students were all hypocrites. They could provoke others, but others were not allowed to strike back. Otherwise, it was somehow your fault. No wonder Shrek Academy was the same ten thousand and twenty thousand years later.
When the upper beam was crooked, how could the lower beam be straight?
Hearing Lin Yan's questioning, Flender was no fool. He had already prepared an excuse in his heart.
A voice brimming with pressure sounded from behind him. "A mere owl dares to lead people into blocking my junior's path? Didn't that old bear tell you that my family's juniors are not to be provoked?"
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