The Fly-Style Tactic

The sounds of discussion from the outside world rose and fell, while in the arena, the battle gradually grew more intense.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Soul-guiding rays bombarded the ground one after another, the explosions kicking up thick clouds of dust and smoke.

Ye Luochen's figure darted and weaved incessantly.

Although he still looked somewhat disheveled, he had not actually been hit once.

On the other side.

More and more soul-guiding devices appeared on Yang Ming's body.

Shoulder cannons, hand cannons, soul-guiding shields, linked amplifiers...

Various soul-guiding devices unfolded one after another.

From a distance, he was barely recognizable as human.

He had truly transformed into a mobile artillery platform.

"It's over."

Watching this scene, the students on the sidelines couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Yang Ming's artillery platform is fully assembled. Since the new student didn't find an opening during the setup, he'll never get another chance."

The crowd nearby nodded in agreement.

This was the most terrifying aspect of an artillery-style soul-guiding master; once the formation was complete, there were almost no weaknesses.

However, the voices from outside the arena did not affect Ye Luochen in the slightest.

Seeing that his opponent had finished constructing the platform and stood firmly in the arena like a fortress, Ye Luochen suddenly stomped his foot against the ground.

No longer just dodging, he lunged toward Yang Ming in an instant.

"Finally ready to risk your life? Too bad it's too late."

Yang Ming sneered.

With a movement of his arms, dozens of cannon barrels lit up simultaneously.

A dense barrage of soul-guiding rays poured out!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

But Ye Luochen's figure was like a ghost, weaving through the cloud-like density of the soul-guiding rays to close the distance, eventually succeeding in reaching Yang Ming.

Yet, just as everyone thought he was about to attempt a direct frontal assault, Ye Luochen simply manifested his Dark Iron Blade and delivered a light thrust toward the massive, metal-fortress-like figure.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out.

A metal component on Yang Ming's left side was precisely dismantled.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ye Luochen tapped his feet, turned, and retreated.

"What the hell?"

Yang Ming was stunned.

He looked down at the part that had fallen to the ground, his face full of confusion.

Seriously, man?

You charged through a hail of gunfire just to dismantle one of my parts?

My fortress has dozens of soul-guiding devices; what is the point of taking off just one?

It wasn't just Yang Ming who didn't understand; the audience was equally bewildered.

"What is he doing? Dismantling the soul-guiding devices?"

"What's the point of that?"

"He can't possibly be hoping to strip all of Yang Ming's equipment, right?"

The crowd murmured in confusion.

However, the battle continued.

Boom!

Another round of covering fire erupted.

Ye Luochen continued to dodge, searching for an opening.

A moment later, he once again wove through the artillery fire to close the distance.

Click!

Another soul guidance component fell away.

He immediately retreated.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

Every time Ye Luochen approached, he did only one thing.

That was to dismantle things.

Once finished, he never lingered, never becoming entangled in the fight.

Gradually, Yang Ming's mindset began to undergo a subtle change.

"This guy is truly disgusting!"

By now, seven or eight components were already missing from his body.

Although most were not core parts and the artillery platform remained largely unaffected, still capable of taking hits and dishing out damage, it was simply infuriating!

Ye Luochen made him feel like a fly.

Every now and then, it would come up and take a bite out of you.

Was the damage significant?

Not really.

But if a fly kept buzzing around, trying to bite you, and you couldn't hit it no matter what, anyone would lose their temper.

It was too mentally taxing!

"Ye Luochen!"

Yang Ming roared in anger.

"Do you even know how to fight?"

His only response was the figure rushing toward him once more.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The soul guidance cannons fired incessantly.

Ye Luochen braced against the firepower and closed in again.

The Dark Iron Blade swept past with precision.

Click!

Another soul guidance device fell to the ground.

Then, he retreated immediately.

Watching his soul guidance platform being dismantled piece by piece, Yang Ming's expression was beyond unsightly.

Yet, he simply could not land a hit on his opponent.

How vexing!

On the sidelines, Xiao Hongchen, who had been watching silently without a word, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Something is wrong."

Hearing this, Meng Hongchen spoke up:

"What's wrong with it? It's just a few parts. As long as Yang Ming finds an opportunity to install new ones, won't that be fine?"

Xiao Hongchen shook his head and said:

"It's not that simple. Do you think Yang Ming doesn't want to replace them? Besides, that's not the point."

"Hm?"

Hearing her brother's words, Meng Hongchen let out a confused sound.

She knew better than anyone the talent and strength Xiao Hongchen possessed regarding soul guidance devices.

What he could see was certainly much more than what she could.

"Then what is the point?"

Xiao Hongchen explained:

"For a soul master who has just promoted to the second level to be able to dismantle a platform built by a fourth-level soul master so quickly—and to dismantle only the critical nodes—is unheard of."

"The amplification module, the power supply interface, the linkage nodes... every single one was precise and flawless."

"That is the main point. His soul guidance level is likely far higher than what his badge displays."

Meanwhile, in the arena.

As time passed.

Yang Ming's expression grew increasingly unsightly.

Because as Ye Luochen continued to dismantle his components, he discovered that his firepower was slowly declining.

The efficiency of the linkages between his soul guidance devices began to drop.

The operation, which had originally been smooth as flowing water, began to show faint signs of sluggishness.

"Damn it!"

Yang Ming immediately took out new soul guidance devices, intending to replenish his arsenal.

However, before he could install them, Ye Luochen's figure drifted before him like a ghost.

Several soul guidance rays erupted at point-blank range.

Their power was not particularly strong; under normal circumstances, they would have posed no threat whatsoever to the turret array constructed by a dignified Level 4 soul master like himself.

But the problem was that nearly half of the turret array had already been dismantled.

The external defensive soul guidance devices had basically all ceased functioning, forcing him to defend himself manually.

Yet, this meant he no longer had the opportunity to repair his turrets.

What was most monstrous was that while he had no way to replenish his gear, Ye Luochen's actions did not stop either.

After firing a volley of soul guidance rays, he immediately went back to hacking away, clack-clack, continuing to dismantle parts.

Seeing the situation being turned against him in such a sickening manner, Yang Ming completely lost his composure.

If this continued, he would sooner or later be worn down to death.

"Enough!"

Boom!

With a low shout, Yang Ming stomped his feet violently against the ground, and his violent soul power erupted suddenly.

He simply abandoned the now-mutilated turret array and charged directly toward Ye Luochen.

Seeing this scene.

On the sidelines, Xiao Hongchen immediately shook his head.

"It's over."

And the moment that voice fell.

In the arena, Ye Luochen's eyes suddenly brightened.

Facing the punch thrown with the opponent's full strength, he merely tapped his feet, turned, and shifted his position.

While dodging the blow with effortless ease, he thrust his arm forward.

The Dark Iron Blade rested precisely against Yang Ming's throat.