In the dim light of the morning, Martial Arts Arena was already surrounded by a dark crowd.
There was a suffocating tension in the air, and even the wind seemed to freeze.
Today's final is destined to be recorded in the history of Three Clans Competition.
Ye Family genius Ye Ruilin will face Body Sect, a genius Lin Ye who is famous for his bloodthirsty.
In the stands, the elders of various major families had different expressions.
Some people were whispering about the cruel methods Lin Ye showed in the previous games.
Some people are also placing bets on who can win this competition.
Xu Xuanhan sat below, his eyes a little hollow, and then slowly became clear.
"Brother Xu, are you also here to watch the boss's competition?"
Ma Hongjun sat down next to Xu Xuanhan without any courtesy at all, with a look of excitement on his face.
Looking at this red-haired boy, Xu Xuanhan looked a little dazed.
In this competition, I, who had high hopes from my family, didn't even make it to the top three.
This kid is truly one of the top three.
"Brother Xu, did you hear me?"
Seeing that Xu Xuanhan's eyes were a little wandering, Ma Hongjun waved his hand in front of him.
Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand Xu Xuanhan's thoughts and moved Ma Hongjun's body upright.
"Stop arguing and watch the game seriously."
Ma Hongjun said oh and looked up excitedly.
Xu Xuanhan breathed a sigh of relief, he just couldn't accept it for a moment.
On the other side, the supporters of the Ye Family clenched their fists nervously. They knew that today's battle was not only about personal honor and disgrace, but also about the resource allocation of the three tribes in the next ten years.
"I heard that Lin Ye has never been defeated so far..."
"Ye Family Although that boy is extremely talented, he is still young after all..."
"Shh, it's begun!"
On the ring, Lin Ye stood with his hands behind his hands, wearing a dark red robe and moving without any wind.
His narrow eyes shone with a strange light, and there was a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.
When he spoke, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.
"Ye Ruilin, your blood... smells very special."
Ye Ruilin, standing opposite, was dressed in white and looked as calm as snow.
He slowly raised his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as deep as stars.
"Really? It's really an honor for me. I just don't know if you are lucky enough to see it."
Lin Ye's eyes dimmed, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more obvious.
"Game--begin!"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, Lin Ye suddenly raised his hand, and a drop of bright red blood seeped out from his fingertips, reflecting a coquettish light in the sunlight.
"First Soul Skill·Blood Blade!"
The drop of blood suddenly split and turned into scarlet sharp blades all over the sky. Each piece was as thin as a cicada's wing, but exuded a creepy chill.
Blood Blade cut through the air and made a sharp whistle, pouring down on Ye Ruilin like a heavy rain.
There was an exclamation of surprise in the stands.
This move seems even more terrifying than before.
Is it possible that Lin Ye was still hiding his clumsiness?
Ye Ruilin didn't move at all.
Just when Blood Blade was about to arrive, his eyes narrowed slightly, a circle of light suddenly lit up around his feet, and an invisible force suddenly erupted.
"Soul Shock."
"Buzz..."
There was a ripple visible to the naked eye in the air.
Lin Ye's pupils suddenly shrank, and the evil smile on his face instantly froze.
He only felt an invisible heavy hammer hitting the sea of consciousness, and his eyes suddenly went blank.
"Poof!"
Lin Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.
Those Blood Blade suspended in the air collapsed one after another, turning into Blood Mist and dissipating in the air.
The whole place was in an uproar!
"Psychic attack?!"
"Ye Ruilin actually hides such a trump card!"
"This... this spiritual power?"
On the high platform, Li Fangu stood up abruptly, his broad-sleeved robe moving automatically without any wind.
The usually calm Body Sect master's eyes were shining with light at this moment.
"This is?"
He turned to look at Ye Zhentian beside him, with unconcealable shock in his voice.
"Another Soul Ring, no Martial Soul appears..."
Xu Chuan looked at Ye Zhentian in shock.
"Brother Ye, your son is well hidden."
"If he didn't want to show it off, no one here would be able to tell that he still has Second Martial Soul."
Ye Zhentian remained calm on the surface, but his slightly trembling beard betrayed the shock in his heart.
Suppressing the pride in his heart, he still had that calm look on his face.
"This brat is just lucky. Let's continue reading."
Ye Zhentian waved his hands to tell the two of them not to get excited.
On the ring, Lin Ye barely steadied himself and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The contempt in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by unprecedented solemnity.
"I didn't expect... you still have such means."
"Second Martial Soul?"
"Strange, what exactly is your Second Martial Soul?"
Lin Ye looked at Ye Ruilin carefully with a searching light in his eyes.
Generally speaking, if Martial Soul is any part of the body, then this part will be different.
But no matter how he looked, he couldn't find anything different about Ye Ruilin.
Ye Ruilin still looks calm and his white clothes are spotless.
"It's not too late to admit defeat now."
"Admit defeat?"
Lin Ye suddenly let out a burst of harsh laughter, and there was a bit of madness in the laughter.
"This is just the beginning."
"Do you think I have no means?"
Before he finished speaking, he bit the tip of his tongue violently and sprayed a mouthful of blood into his palm.
The blood was strangely suspended in the air, forming a complex rune.
"Third Soul Skill·Blood Explosion!"
"Boom..."
A terrifying concussive force swept out with Lin Ye as the center. The ground of the arena was cracked and gravel flew.
Wherever the force passed, the air became distorted.
Ye Ruilin frowned slightly, his figure flashed like Gui Mei, and disappeared instantly.
"Boom."
Where he originally stood, the hard ground was crushed into powder by invisible force.
There were gasps of air from the stands.
"Can you hide?"
Lin Ye smiled ferociously and clasped his hands together suddenly.
"Blood Mist · Ning."
In an instant, the entire arena was shrouded in scarlet Blood Mist, and the mist squirmed as if it were alive, quickly engulfing Ye Ruilin's figure.
The audience can only vaguely see a white figure looming in Blood Mist.
"Boss!"
Ma Hongjun stood up suddenly, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
He had seen the horror of this Blood Mist with his own eyes. In the last competition, an opponent was trapped in it and was blown out in just three breaths. This shows how weird this Blood Mist is.
There was silence in the audience, everyone held their breath and stared nervously at the strange Blood Mist.
Among Blood Mist, Ye Ruilin slowly closed his eyes.
He could feel countless hair-thin blood lines trying to penetrate his skin, greedily sucking his life force.
Strangely, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Since you want to see my trump card..."
Ye Ruilin whisper.
"Then as you wish."