Hellfire

"How is that possible!"

Yan's expression darkened as he stared at Li Han in shock.

Up in the stands, Xu Ding was also slightly taken aback. He murmured, "This man is unbelievably strong. He can match Yan after Yan activated his Martial Soul and even gain the upper hand. He's no ordinary fighter.

Supervisor Zhao, is this also something he showed before?"

Supervisor Zhao shook his head repeatedly.

"No. He never showed any strength in this area before.

In the past, he could win easily with just a spear.

No one had ever forced him to use such terrifying strength."

"Even after winning one battle after another, he still hasn't shown his true strength.

This young man is no ordinary person.

If possible, we must recruit him into Spirit Hall.

Unfortunately, he's from the Dragon-Snake Family. I doubt he'll join Spirit Hall easily."

Xu Ding shook his head slightly, feeling it was a pity.

"Not bad, kid. You really do have some tricks! Let's see how long you can hold out!

First Soul Skill! Hell Magma Rush!"

Dark-red flames erupted around Yan as he charged at Li Han.

Li Han tapped his foot against the ground and immediately dodged.

But Yan had already reached him, and the flames around him suddenly burst forth!

The explosion spread across such a wide area that it engulfed Li Han as he dodged.

"Haha! Getting hit by this Soul Skill is enough to knock you unconscious for a while! Victory is mine!"

As Yan spoke, he charged at Li Han, who had been caught in the explosion, and threw a punch, hoping to knock him off the platform.

But Li Han didn't fall unconscious as Yan had expected. Instead, he crossed his hands in front of him and blocked the lingering force of the fiery explosion.

The Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear appeared!

Clang!

The spear shaft instantly stopped Yan's fist. Li Han gripped it in reverse, pivoted, and swept the spear across!

He went from defense to offense in one fluid motion.

Yan had thought he could win with a single move, but instead he found himself at a disadvantage in an instant.

Faced with the spear hurtling toward him, he hurriedly ducked.

The Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear whistled over his head, sending a chill down his spine.

If that had hit him, he would have been severely injured on the spot.

The Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear spun around Li Han's waist, then thrust toward Yan again.

It moved so quickly that Yan, who had just dodged, was once more in danger.

"How can he wield his spear so quickly!"

Yan was stunned, but his excellent combat instincts came through at that moment.

He darted aside, dodging the spearhead once more while putting distance between himself and Li Han.

After all, he was one of the most outstanding young members of Spirit Hall. His strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Spirit Hall was the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent, and the resources it had given Yan were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Second Soul Skill! Granite Rock!"

Yan immediately composed himself. Dark-red stone armor appeared over his body, while magma seemed to flow through his right arm.

Both his defense and attack power surged tremendously.

Yan threw another punch, its power leagues beyond the last.

Seeing the fist, hard as magma rock, Li Han narrowed his eyes and thrust out his spear!

He poured every bit of Elephant Armor Skill's force into that thrust.

It was only an ordinary jab, yet it concealed the strength of a thousand jun!

"Die! Let's see how I smash your lousy spear to pieces!"

Yan roared as his magma-covered stone arm slammed toward Li Han.

"Break!"

Li Han leveled his spear and struck the stone arm dead center.

Boom!

A shock wave burst outward again, drawing everyone's attention.

Meng Yiran clasped her hands tightly, her face full of worry.

Xu Ding frowned and thought, *This kid is far too reckless. Facing Yan's second Soul Skill, he still isn't using a single Soul Skill—he's relying on his Martial Soul alone.

Is he hiding something, or is he too confident in his own strength?

Can he really stop Yan's second Soul Skill with nothing but his Martial Soul?*

Xu Ding thought Li Han was arrogant and conceited, but what happened next left him speechless.

A cold glint flashed in Li Han's eyes as his Soul Power erupted!

Break through a point to shatter the whole!

A terrifying cutting force burst forth.

In just a moment, the seemingly unbreakable magma stone arm began to crack under the Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear's thrust.

"What!"

Yan's pupils contracted. He knew things were bad.

The next instant, his magma stone arm shattered beneath the Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear's blow!

Fragments of stone scattered across the ground, and Yan was sent flying. He clutched his right arm with his left, his face twisted in pain.

"He broke it! How is that possible!"

Xu Ding gripped the railing in front of him, stunned beyond belief.

He knew exactly how powerful Yan's second Soul Skill was.

It could withstand even the third Soul Skill of an ordinary Soul Elder.

Yet now, it had been broken by a Martial Soul spear.

Unbelievable.

"This young man's talent is probably even greater than I imagined. It's a waste to leave someone like him in the Dragon-Snake Family.

If we can't recruit him into Spirit Hall, we absolutely can't let him grow stronger."

The look Xu Ding gave Li Han had turned cold.

Meng Yiran, meanwhile, was overjoyed.

"He's amazing."

The stronger his opponents were, the more Li Han surprised her.

In Meng Yiran's mind, her assessment of Li Han's strength was constantly being revised.

"Any other tricks? If not, we can end this fight."

Li Han held his spear in one hand, its tip pointing at Yan not far away. His face was utterly cold.

Yan was instantly enraged by his attitude.

"Bastard! How dare you look down on me! Fine! I'll show you how powerful the third Soul Skill I just acquired is!"

The purple Soul Ring began to tremble as scorching flames surged into the air.

Yan spread his arms and roared. He stamped his right foot against the ground, which immediately began to crack as magma welled up, making for a terrifying sight.

"Third Soul Skill! Hellfire!"

The platform instantly turned into a field of magma. Sparks leapt up from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into fireballs.

Explosions!

Sparks flying!

Scorching flames!

In an instant, the platform had become a hell of magma.

"This Soul Skill is interesting."

Li Han raised an eyebrow, finally taking things a little more seriously.

The searing heat rising beneath his feet made him more cautious.

As expected of a Thousand-Year Soul Skill—it really was impressive.

"Die!"

Yan roared, and fireballs came surging toward Li Han one after another!

"Fireballs?"

The corner of Li Han's mouth curled slightly in disdain.

If he didn't want to reveal too many of his cards right now, he could have taught Yan a lesson with a single Fireball Technique.

These fireballs coming at him were nowhere near as powerful as his Fireball Technique.

Li Han rapidly swung the Gold-Devouring Thunder Spear with both hands. The air rang with repeated whistles as he smashed the incoming fireballs one by one.

Sparks flew in every direction, but not a single one landed on Li Han.

Each time the spearhead struck a fireball, the sound rang out sharply, and everyone could feel the terrifying force of the impact.

Yet Li Han's hands never trembled in the slightest. Every swing was steady.

The audience watched the dazzling scene and cried out in astonishment.

Yan looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"He blocked them all?"