Wisdom King Art

Meng Yiran's face was full of anticipation, but Li Han's answer was destined to disappoint her.

"Sorry, I don't need any of the things you mentioned."

Meng Yiran bit her lip slightly, looking a little dejected.

"Yeah, you're so powerful, you must have a great family backing you. You really don't need our family's resources."

Just then, Supervisor Zhao walked over.

"Hehe, contestant Li Feiyu, a level 31 Soul Elder is offering five thousand Gold Soul Coins to challenge you. I wonder if you are willing to accept?"

Li Han raised an eyebrow slightly.

Five thousand Gold Soul Coins?

Good heavens, he's that rich?

"What is the opponent's background?"

"He is a disciple of Martial Soul Hall. The other party stated clearly that as long as you accept the challenge, regardless of the outcome, these five thousand Gold Soul Coins are yours."

Supervisor Zhao took out a bag of Gold Soul Coins and said.

"Fine, I accept."

Li Han would naturally not refuse such a sure-win deal.

He immediately took the bag of Gold Soul Coins and placed it into his Storage Bag.

There are Soul Tools for storage in this world, and a Storage Bag looks like an ordinary Soul Tool from the outside, so Li Han didn't fear exposing anything by using it.

On the contrary, the existence of the Storage Bag made many people believe he was a disciple from a great family.

After all, ordinary people have no way to obtain such good items.

"That's great! I'll arrange it for you right away!"

Seeing this, Supervisor Zhao was delighted and turned to make the arrangements.

"Why would someone from Martial Soul Hall appear here?"

Meng Yiran asked in confusion.

Li Han shook his head slightly.

"I don't know. But there's no reason to refuse money delivered to my doorstep. As my final battle at the Exotic Beast City Great Soul Arena, this is a pretty good opponent."

"Be careful. If it were an ordinary disciple of Martial Soul Hall, it would be one thing. But if it's a core disciple, every one of them possesses strength far exceeding their peers."

Meng Yiran reminded him.

"I understand."

Great Soul Arena ring.

"Everyone! Today's final match is about to begin! The two contestants appearing next both have impressive backgrounds! First, we have contestant Li Feiyu, who has been on a twenty-day winning streak at our Great Soul Arena! His Martial Soul is the Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear! Relying on his exquisite footwork and superb spear techniques, he defeats his opponents in a flash every time, giving them no chance to catch their breath! Recently, he even defeated three Soul Elders, which shows just how terrifying his strength is!"

The host introduced Li Han loudly, and then Li Han walked slowly onto the ring.

"Li Feiyu! Li Feiyu!"

In the audience, everyone shouted Li Han's name loudly; they had been completely conquered by the strength he had shown recently and had become his fans.

"And the contestant that Li Feiyu will be facing today also has an impressive background! He comes from the Martial Soul Hall Academy and is already a Soul Elder at just twelve years old! Such talent is truly rare in this world!"

As the words fell, Yan also slowly stepped onto the ring.

Seeing Yan, Meng Yiran's pupils constricted.

"It's him! Why would he come here? Shouldn't he be staying at the Martial Soul Hall Academy?"

Meng Yiran looked at Li Han, her eyes full of worry.

"This is one of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall. Can Li Feiyu win?"

Although the boy in front of him was a few years younger than in his memories, Li Han recognized him at a glance on the ring.

Yan, Martial Soul Flame Lord, dual fire and earth attributes, integrating both offense and defense.

He ranked third among the younger generation of Martial Soul Hall, second only to Xie Yue and Hu Liena.

"I didn't expect to run into this guy here."

Li Han thought to himself as the system's voice rang out once more.

"Congratulations to the host for checking in on Wang Chan. Reward: Wisdom King Art."

The Wisdom King Art is a Buddhist body-refining immortal technique. It uses one's own baleful aura to temper the body; the process is excruciatingly painful, but once mastered, one becomes indestructible, with a physical body comparable to a magical treasure.

This is a body-refining secret technique far superior to the Elephant Armor Skill.

After all, the Elephant Armor Skill is merely a mortal martial art, while the Wisdom King Art is a genuine method for immortal body-refining.

"Wisdom King Art! I've finally obtained this body-refining secret technique. I've almost reached the ninth level of the Elephant Armor Skill and have been worrying about how to temper my body further."

"With this Wisdom King Art, I now have a goal for the next step."

"However, I don't possess much baleful aura."

"Up to this point, I haven't even killed a hundred soul beasts."

"If we're talking about the place with the heaviest baleful aura in this Douluo Continent, it must be Slaughter City, right?"

"It seems that if I want to master the Wisdom King Art, I'll have to make a trip to Slaughter City."

"Perhaps the Divine Slaughter's Domain will also be able to assist me in cultivating the Wisdom King Art."

Thoughts raced through Li Han's mind. Just this one gain alone made coming to this arena today well worth it.

"So you are Li Feiyu? You look quite unremarkable."

"Take off that mask and let me see your true face."

Yan looked Li Han up and down with a face full of disdain, as if he wanted to see right through him.

"Since I wear a mask, I naturally won't take it off easily."

"Your request, Excellency, is somewhat unreasonable."

"Hmph, a coward hiding his head and tail! Since you won't take it off, I'll take it off for you!"

"Don't think that just because you defeated some useless Soul Elders, you can truly look down on them."

"I defeated far more Soul Elders than you when I was still a Soul Grand Master."

As Yan spoke, he instantly activated his Martial Soul.

A massive, crimson-red rock minotaur appeared behind Yan, and two yellow and one purple soul rings emerged, erupting with an astonishing sense of oppression.

A level thirty-one Soul Elder!

Li Han frowned slightly and whispered: "As expected of an elite among the younger generation of Martial Soul Hall; this presence is far stronger than those Soul Elders I defeated before."

"Come on! Li Feiyu!"

Yan let out a loud shout and charged straight at Li Han.

He threw a punch!

Carrying the extreme power of the Flame Lord, this punch possessed a force not to be underestimated, even without the addition of any soul skills.

Li Han could feel the explosive power of flames and the hardness of rock wrapped within the incoming fist; this single strike was already more formidable than many people's second soul skills.

"A contest of strength? Interesting."

The corners of Li Han's mouth curled up slightly. Instead of summoning his Martial Soul, he simply met the strike with a punch of his own!

"Arrogant brat!"

A cold light flashed in Yan's eyes, deeply dissatisfied with Li Han's behavior.

To think he would be so conceited as to take his punch head-on without even activating his Martial Soul.

Could his Martial Soul be a powerful beast-type?

Impossible.

His Martial Soul is clearly the tool-type Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear.

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me for crippling you!"

Yan poured his Soul Power out rapidly, pushing the power of this punch to its limit.

Boom!

The fists collided, erupting with a powerful gale that scattered in all directions.

The crowd covered their eyes one after another.

When they looked back at the arena, they saw that Yan had been shaken back several steps, while Li Han remained completely motionless.

"He actually blocked it?"

Meng Yiran was both shocked and delighted.

With a simple punch, he had actually blocked Yan's full-force strike under Martial Soul Possession.

It seemed she still hadn't fully grasped the extent of Li Han's strength.

"With the Elephant Armor Skill about to step into the ninth level, my strength has reached the point where I can tear tigers and leopards apart with my bare hands. Dealing with this punch from Yan is a trivial matter."

Li Han thought to himself, completely unsurprised by the power of the clash.