Wisdom King Art

Meng Yiran watched him with eager anticipation, but Li Han's answer was bound to disappoint her.

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

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

"That's true. 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 came over.

"Heh heh, contestant Li Feiyu, a thirty-one-year-old Soul Elder has offered five thousand Gold Soul Coins to challenge you. Would you be willing to accept?"

Li Han raised an eyebrow.

Five thousand Gold Soul Coins?

Good grief, that was a lot of money!

"Who is he?"

"He's a disciple of Spirit Hall. He's made it clear that as long as you accept the challenge, you'll get the five thousand Gold Soul Coins whether you win or lose."

Supervisor Zhao produced a bag of Gold Soul Coins.

"Fine, I accept."

Li Han naturally wouldn't turn down a deal that guaranteed a profit.

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

This world had Soul Tools for storing things. A Storage Bag looked like an ordinary Soul Tool, so Li Han wasn't afraid that using it would reveal anything.

On the contrary, because he had a Storage Bag, many people assumed he was from a great family.

After all, ordinary people had no way of getting something so valuable.

"That's wonderful! I'll arrange it right away!"

Supervisor Zhao brightened and turned to make the arrangements.

"Why would someone from Spirit Hall show up here?"

Meng Yiran asked, puzzled.

Li Han shook his head slightly.

"I don't know. But there's no reason to turn down money that comes knocking.

"As my final fight at the Great Soul Arena in Exotic Beast City, he'll make a pretty good opponent."

"Be careful. If he's an ordinary Spirit Hall disciple, that's one thing.

"But if he's a core disciple, each of them is far stronger than others at the same level."

Meng Yiran warned him.

"I understand."

The Great Soul Arena's fighting ring.

"Everyone! Today's final match is about to begin!

"And our next two contestants both have quite a reputation!

"First, we have contestant Li Feiyu, who has won twenty days in a row at our arena!

"His Martial Soul is the Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear!

"With his exquisite footwork and peerless spear technique, he defeats his opponents in a flash every time, never giving them a chance to catch their breath!

"Recently, he's even defeated three Soul Elders. That shows just how terrifying his strength is!"

The host loudly introduced Li Han, who then slowly stepped into the ring.

"Li Feiyu! Li Feiyu!"

The crowd shouted his name. They had been thoroughly won over by the strength he'd displayed recently and had become his fans.

"And today's opponent for contestant Li Feiyu is also a remarkable figure!

"He hails from Spirit Hall Academy, and at just twelve years old, he's already a Soul Elder! Such talent is truly rare in this world!"

As the host finished speaking, Yan slowly stepped into the ring.

When Meng Yiran saw Yan below, her pupils contracted.

"It's him! Why is he here? Shouldn't he be staying at Spirit Hall Academy?"

Meng Yiran looked toward Li Han, her eyes full of concern.

"This is the Spirit Hall Golden Generation! Can Li Feiyu win?"

Though the boy before him seemed a few years younger than Li Han remembered, he recognized him at a glance.

Yan, whose Martial Soul was the Flame Lord, possessed both fire and earth attributes, with offense and defense in equal measure.

He ranked third among Spirit Hall's younger generation, behind only Xie Yue and Hu Liena.

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

Li Han thought to himself. The system's voice rang out again.

"Congratulations, host. You've checked in with Wang Chan. Reward: Wisdom King Art."

The Wisdom King Art was a Buddhist body-tempering immortal technique that used one's own baleful energy to temper the body. The process was excruciatingly painful, but once mastered, the body became indestructible as vajra, its strength comparable to a magic treasure.

It was a body-tempering secret art far superior to Elephant Armor Skill.

After all, Elephant Armor Skill was merely a martial art of the mortal world, while the Wisdom King Art was a genuine immortal cultivation technique for tempering the body.

"Wisdom King Art! I've finally obtained this body-tempering secret art. I've nearly cultivated Elephant Armor Skill to the ninth layer, and I'd been wondering how to temper my body from here.

"Now, with the Wisdom King Art, I have a goal for the next step.

"But I don't have much baleful energy on me.

"So far, I've killed fewer than a hundred Soul Beasts.

"If I had to name the place on Douluo Continent with the heaviest baleful energy, it would probably be Slaughter City, right?

"Looks like I'll have to make a trip to Slaughter City if I want to master the Wisdom King Art.

"Perhaps Divine Slaughter's Domain could help me cultivate it, too."

Li Han's thoughts raced. With a reward like this, stepping into the ring today had already been worth it.

"Are you Li Feiyu? You look pretty ordinary.

"Take off your mask and let me see your real face."

Yan sized Li Han up with disdain, as if he meant to see right through him.

"I put on the mask for a reason. I'm not going to take it off so easily.

"Your request is a little unreasonable."

"Hmph, hiding your face like a coward! If you won't take it off, then I'll do it for you!

"Don't think that just because you've beaten a few useless Soul Elders, you can look down on all Soul Elders.

"I defeated far more Soul Elders when I was a Soul Grandmaster than you have."

As Yan spoke, he activated his Martial Soul.

A huge, red, rocky minotaur appeared behind him. Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring emerged, unleashing an astonishing pressure.

A thirty-one-year-old Soul Elder!

Li Han frowned slightly and murmured, "As expected of one of the outstanding members of Spirit Hall's younger generation. His aura is far stronger than that of the Soul Elders I've beaten before."

"Come on, Li Feiyu!"

Yan bellowed and charged straight at Li Han.

He threw a punch!

Fueled by the Flame Lord's tremendous power, the punch packed a formidable force even without any Soul Skill added to it.

Li Han felt the incoming fist wrapped in the explosive power of flames and the hardness of rock. It was already more powerful than many people's second Soul Skills.

"A contest of strength? Interesting."

The corner of Li Han's mouth lifted slightly. He didn't even summon his Martial Soul, simply raising a fist to meet Yan's!

"You're asking for it!"

A cold glint flashed through Yan's eyes. He was deeply displeased with Li Han's behavior.

How dare he be so arrogant, taking his punch head-on without even activating his Martial Soul?

Could his Martial Soul be a powerful Beast Martial Soul?

Impossible.

His Martial Soul was clearly the Tool Martial Soul, Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear.

"Since you're begging to be crippled, don't blame me for ruining you!"

Yan poured out his Soul Power, driving the force of his punch to its limit.

Boom!

Their fists collided, sending a powerful gust of wind in every direction.

Everyone covered their eyes.

When they looked toward the ring again, they saw that Yan had been knocked back several steps, while Li Han hadn't moved an inch.

"He blocked it?"

Meng Yiran was both shocked and delighted.

With a simple punch, he had blocked Yan's full-strength strike with Martial Soul Possession.

She still couldn't see through Li Han's strength at all.

"Elephant Armor Skill is on the verge of reaching the ninth layer. My strength is already enough to tear apart tigers and leopards. Dealing with Yan's punch is no problem."

Li Han thought to himself, entirely unsurprised by the punch's power.