The Strongest in History vs. The Strongest of Modern Times

"The strongest newcomer in the history of the Great Spirit Fighting Arena versus the strongest veteran—will the newcomer overcome the obstacles, or will the veteran prove superior?!"

Inside the Great Spirit Fighting Arena, the host passionately presided over the spirit fighting match.

The two sides consisted of the strongest newcomer, who had earned a gold badge after only three years of participation, and the veteran who was preparing to retire after breaking numerous records at the Great Spirit Fighting Arena.

Although there was a twenty-year age gap between them, their spirit power was evenly matched, both being at the Spirit King level.

This battle was a clash between the new era and the old, and the spectators outside the arena had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Coinciding with the weekend, the audience had flocked to the Great Spirit Fighting Arena to witness the outcome of this match with their own eyes.

Qian Renxue and her companions mingled within the crowd; Qian Renxue had just finished registering her identity and had not yet accepted any matches, so she simply stayed to watch the spirit fight.

"Uncle Pufferfish, who is this 'strongest newcomer' they keep talking about? They say he isn't very old, yet he has already reached the Spirit King level. How have I never heard of him?"

Pufferfish Douluo pondered for a moment after hearing this and spoke.

"That newcomer is actually in his thirties, which is considered quite young among the competitors here. According to the information I've gathered, he has rarely lost a match since he started participating, and his martial soul is extremely bizarre—it seems capable of absorbing an opponent's life force."

As Chen Qi listened to Pufferfish Douluo's introduction, he couldn't help but associate the man with an Evil Spirit Master.

While the two were conversing, the spirit fighting match officially began.

Following the enthusiastic cheers from the stands, a muscular middle-aged man with his upper body bare walked out slowly.

He was the legendary veteran of the Great Spirit Fighting Arena, Wang Long, a man praised by countless people.

His appearance made the cheers even more intense, the volume so loud it felt as if it would shatter the dome.

Opposite him, a thin, small figure slowly approached, draped in a gray cloak that looked quite mysterious.

He was the strongest newcomer of the arena, Lin Gufeng.

The meeting of the two "strongest" sent everyone into a frenzy; debates over who was stronger had been circulating for a long time.

Today was the moment the mystery would be revealed.

"Today is the most intense day in the history of the Great Spirit Fighting Arena! Will the strongest newcomer, Lin Gufeng, emerge victorious, or will the strongest veteran, Wang Long, successfully defend his title? Now is the moment the mystery is unveiled."

As the host's voice faded, it signaled the official start of the fight.

The surrounding cheers eventually died down into silence.

On the ring, Lin Gufeng looked at Wang Long and shook his head with disdain.

"Heh, at your age, you might as well just admit defeat. If you fight me, you will only end up with no place to be buried."

Wang Long smiled helplessly at the sight.

"Kid, arrogance is not a good thing. You will pay the price for your words and actions."

"Haha, a price? If you have the guts, then come and get it!"

Seeing how unruly he was, Wang Long no longer wished to waste his breath; only his fists—and his spear—could provide the truth.

A silver spear appeared in his hand, emitting a faint, looming pressure.

"Wang Long, fifty-seventh-level Spirit King, martial soul Silver King Spear. Please advise!"

Lin Gufeng nodded upon seeing this, and a dark purple phantom rose behind him—a bizarre angel with four dark, tattered wings.

"Lin Gufeng, fifty-fifth-level Spirit King, martial soul Fallen Angel."

Upon seeing this martial soul, Chen Qi confirmed that this Lin Gufeng was indeed an Evil Spirit Master; his martial soul had proven everything.

When Qian Renxue saw this martial soul, a strong sense of disgust rose in her heart; she seemed to naturally sneer at this aura.

"Since you are a veteran, I'll give you a head start."

Lin Gufeng waved his hand, signaling for Wang Long to go first. Wang Long did not stand on ceremony; he brandished his long spear and charged forward.

"First Spirit Skill, Spear Out Like a Dragon!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Wang Long raised his spear and thrust it madly at Lin Gufeng. Seeing such a powerful attack, Lin Gufeng dared not take it head-on; he retreated dozens of steps, turned, and released his spirit skill.

"Third Spirit Skill, Sound of Corruption!"

A sharp, piercing sound erupted from the mouth of the Fallen Angel behind him. Everyone who heard the sound was forced to recall their most painful memories.

Wang Long had not prepared for this and froze for a split second—the very gap Lin Gufeng needed to seize the initiative.

"Second Spirit Skill, Claw of Corruption!"

Rip!

A dark purple claw appeared from Lin Gufeng's hand and slashed fiercely across Wang Long's chest.

Immediately, three wounds appeared on his chest, blood flowing freely.

Wang Long retreated a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood; he had not expected Lin Gufeng's spirit skill to be so sinister.

The sound from just moments ago had reminded him of some unpleasant past events, and it was this momentary distraction that had caused him to suffer.

Leaning on his spear, he looked at Lin Gufeng, deciding he could no longer hold back; he had to eliminate him in one go.

"Fifth Spirit Skill, God-Slaying Destruction Spear!"

BOOM!

Dozens of massive silver spears coalesced before Wang Long. He hoisted his long spear and moved, launching a powerful assault toward Lin Gufeng.

The spectators below erupted into cheers at the sight of this strike.

"Haha, this move is Wang Long's signature technique; Lin Gufeng is in for a world of hurt."

Lin Gufeng frowned slightly at the sight and raised his hand, an evil power emerging from his palm.

"Fourth Spirit Ability, Fallen Absorption!"

Invisible waves of energy rapidly spread to the surroundings. Under the influence of this power, the attack Wang Long had gathered began to loosen and gradually disintegrated.

"Fifth Spirit Ability, Mouth of the Fallen!"

All of the attacks in front of Wang Long dissipated, leaving him standing alone with his long spear right in front of Lin Gufeng.

He could not understand how the incredibly formidable power he had just gathered could be dismantled in an instant.

Unfortunately, that was a question he would never get the answer to in this lifetime.

Crunch, crunch.

The Fallen Angel opened its gaping maw and swallowed half of Wang Long's body in one bite; the next second, he departed this world forever.

With Wang Long dead, the entire arena was in an uproar. They had not even recovered from his fifth spirit ability before he was killed by Lin Gufeng in the blink of an eye.

The entire match had not even lasted two minutes from start to finish.

The host was so shocked by the scene that he became incoherent, unable to find the words to describe what had just transpired.

Qian Renxue opened her mouth in surprise; it was her first time witnessing such a method of attack—disintegrating an opponent's move out of thin air was simply unbelievable.

"Young Mistress, I fear this man is an enemy of our Spirit Hall—a fallen spirit master."

Snake Spear Douluo frowned as he spoke. He had been with Spirit Hall for many years and had encountered many fallen spirit masters.

He was certain that the person before them was one.

"What? A fallen spirit master! To think the Great Spirit Fighting Arena would allow such a person to participate in a spirit fight—how detestable!"

Upon hearing that the opponent was a fallen spirit master, Qian Renxue immediately understood why she felt such revulsion toward him.

She now wished she could tear Lin Gufeng apart on the spot.

"You fallen spirit master, if you have the guts, fight me to the death!"