First Battle, Victory, Sword Immortal Li Feiyu

On the arena stage.

Iron Wall's face was filled with shock, cold sweat beading on his palms.

He could not understand what had just happened; he had been on the verge of colliding with Han Yu, yet Han Yu seemed to know his intentions, dodging to the side well in advance.

Speed was his greatest weakness, and if Han Yu kept dodging, it would be difficult for him to secure a victory.

At this thought, Iron Wall sneered and said, "Kid, is this your trump card? Keep dreaming!"

With that, the second yellow spirit ring beneath Iron Wall's feet lit up, and he shouted aloud.

"Second Spirit Skill, Mud Swamp Hand!"

Approximately one-third of the arena floor, near the center, was suddenly coated in a layer of yellowish-brown mud that began to churn slowly.

Han Yu frowned slightly, looked down at his feet, and pushed off the ground, leaping into the air.

"Hmph, you think my spirit skill is that easy to dodge?" Iron Wall sneered, waving his hands in the void.

The outermost thousand-year spirit ring at his feet suddenly flared.

"Third Spirit Skill! Wrath of the Earth!!" Iron Wall roared.

The next instant.

Above the mud swamp, two clouds of yellowish-brown energy appeared out of thin air and gradually solidified. Two mountain peaks manifested in opposite directions, one above Han Yu and one below, trapping him between them.

Within the mud swamp beneath him, yellowish-brown spirit power surged upward, merging into the two peaks, causing them to solidify at an accelerated rate.

"Crush him into a meat patty for me!" Iron Wall's tone was impassioned, his eyes filled with excitement as he slammed his hands together in the air.

Han Yu examined this spirit skill with interest, carrying his sword in one hand and allowing his body to fall toward the mountain peak below.

The audience erupted in cheers, many standing up to shout and root for Iron Wall.

They were Iron Wall's loyal fans; whenever he used this combination of spirit skills, it usually decided the match in a single blow, and no one had ever survived it unscathed.

All eyes in the arena were fixed on Han Yu in the air, witnessing him being almost completely swallowed by the two peaks.

Hum--.

The air inside the Soul Fighting Arena vibrated, and everyone instinctively covered their ears, looking around in confusion for the source of the sound.

"Look! It's Li Feiyu! He's so fast!"

"What's that behind his back? Wings?"

"Damn, those are some cool wings!"

Everyone looked over in unison.

Two silver wing-bones had extended from Han Yu's back, with translucent cyan feathers and several purple electric arcs flickering and dancing between them.

His figure flashed, appearing outside the range of the two peaks, while the afterimage he left behind was crushed into dissipating specks of light.

He still carried his sword in one hand, a confident smile on his face, with a few trailing electric arcs falling behind him.

"What?! How is this possible? How can you fly?" Iron Wall gritted his teeth, a dark shadow crossing his face. "Referee, I want to file a complaint! He's cheating! His spirit information is fake!"

He realized now that Han Yu was definitely no simple character; he was likely some young master from a prominent family out for experience, unwilling to reveal his true spirit.

But Iron Wall was no pushover, and since he was only a few wins away from promoting to a Gold-tier Soul Fighter, he had no intention of being a stepping stone.

"Damn it! What are you doing! Keep fighting!"

"Iron Wall, don't tell me you're chickening out, haha."

"Go for it! I don't care what his spirit is, I bet everything on you—take him down!"

Iron Wall's face turned livid as he glared at those provoking him in the stands, and the noise slowly began to die down.

"Complaint invalid, rejected. The match continues," the referee's cold voice came, casting a faint glance at Iron Wall.

As the only Soul Fighting Arena in Heaven Dou City, they would never tarnish their own reputation in such a way. Everyone's spirit had been verified; Iron Wall's accusation was essentially an attempt to trample on the prestige of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Fighting Arena. As for why Han Yu could fly, that was none of the arena's business.

Furthermore, just moments ago, Han Yu's refusal to release his spirit had already drawn the arena's attention. Information gathered from various factions revealed that Han Yu was actually the Holy Son of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects.

The referee breathed a sigh of relief, fortunate that he hadn't done anything out of line earlier.

Han Yu chuckled, his wings vibrating as he hovered in the air.

He gently raised his refined iron sword, a gust of wind swirling behind him, and his body shot forward like a cannonball, reaching Iron Wall in mere seconds.

Iron Wall was struck with terror. He moved with nimble footwork, skillfully spinning his body to present his massive, circular turtle shell.

Clang--.

A cyan shadow flashed, sparks erupted from the circular shell, and Iron Wall was forced to slide several meters back.

"Heh... haha, I thought you were something special, but is this all you've got?" Iron Wall paused for a moment before laughing.

If this was the extent of Han Yu's attack, then he would gladly accept this victory.

But his laughter suddenly caught in his throat. His pupils dilated, and he slowly turned his head to the side.

An arm covered in armor plates was flying freely through the air, tracing a perfect arc before dropping into the mud swamp.

"Ah!!! My hand!"

Iron Wall jolted in shock, letting out a shrill scream as he clutched his right shoulder, from which blood was spurting out.

His eyes were filled with terror, his body trembling uncontrollably, his chest heaving violently.

Just a moment ago, he had only seen a flash of golden light on Han Yu before he vanished, and the next instant, his right arm had gone flying.

Iron Wall's heart raced wildly, his eyes locked onto the blood-stained refined iron sword, his heart brimming with fear.

Just as he could no longer bear it and prepared to open his mouth to concede.

Splat.

A glob of mud slammed into his face, forcing the sound back down his throat.

Han Yu revealed a cold sneer, raising the longsword in his hand as pressure permeated his surroundings.

He would not let this battle end so quickly; the strength he had displayed so far was nowhere near enough to shock the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

"Killing Sword Intent."

A murderous pressure descended, instantly pinning Iron Wall in place, his face twisted in horror.

The referee standing nearby felt his own body trembling, his mouth hanging wide open, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Giant Sword Technique."

Countless cyan sword shadows converged in the air, merging together to form a ten-foot-long cyan giant sword that cleaved straight down.

BOOM.

Cyan light bloomed, and the shockwaves of soul power dissipated.

A trench several meters long appeared on the arena floor.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, swallowing hard as they questioned whether they were truly watching a Soul King-level soul fight.

"I bet on the right guy! Awesome! Li Feiyu! I love you!"

"Am I dreaming? Where did my massive Iron Wall go?"

"Li Feiyu! Li Feiyu!"

"Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!"

"Let us congratulate Li Feiyu on winning this match!!!"

As the spectator stands erupted in cheers, news of this soul fight spread rapidly throughout Heaven Dou City.

Han Yu's information file appeared on the desks of several factions, and all the high-ranking figures gathered urgently to discuss it.