On the arena.
Iron Wall's face was full of shock, and cold sweat slicked his palms.
He couldn't understand what had just happened. He had clearly been about to crash into Han Yu, yet Han Yu seemed to know what he was thinking and had dodged to the side in advance.
Speed was his weakest area. If Han Yu kept dodging, it would indeed be difficult for him to win.
Thinking of this, Iron Wall let out a sneer and said, "Kid, is this what you're relying on? Dream on!"
As he spoke, the second yellow soul ring at his feet lit up, and he shouted,
"Second Soul Skill, Mud Swamp Hand!"
About a third of the arena, in the area near the center,
was covered with a layer of yellow-brown mud that slowly churned.
Han Yu frowned slightly, lowered his head to look at the ground, then pushed off with both feet and leaped into the air.
"Hmph, you think my Soul Skill is that easy to dodge?" Iron Wall sneered, waving both hands through the air.
The outermost Thousand-Year Soul Ring at his feet suddenly lit up.
"Third Soul Skill! Wrath of the Earth!!" Iron Wall roared.
The next moment,
two clouds of yellow-brown energy appeared out of thin air above the muddy swamp, gradually solidifying. Two mountain peaks, facing opposite directions, appeared above and below Han Yu, enclosing him between them.
Yellow-brown Soul Power rose from the swamp beneath him and flowed into the two mountain peaks, making them solidify much faster.
"Squash him into a meat pie for me!" Iron Wall cried excitedly, his eyes alight as he slammed his hands together.
Han Yu regarded the Soul Skill with interest, one hand behind his back and the other on his sword, allowing himself to fall toward the mountain peak below.
The audience erupted in cheers. Many people stood up to shout encouragement to Iron Wall.
They were Iron Wall's loyal fans. Whenever he used this combination of Soul Skills, it usually settled the match in a single blow. No one had ever survived it unscathed.
All eyes on the arena were fixed on Han Yu as they watched him nearly get swallowed up by the two mountain peaks.
Bzz—
The air inside the Soul Fighting Arena shuddered. 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 him? Wings?"
"Whoa, those wings are awesome!"
Everyone turned to look.
Two silver wing bones unfurled behind Han Yu. Their feathers were translucent blue, and several purple arcs of electricity leaped and flickered among them.
He flashed beyond the reach of the two mountain peaks, leaving behind an afterimage that was crushed into specks of light and vanished.
He still had one hand behind his back, a confident smile on his face, while fading traces of lightning trailed behind him.
"What?! How is that possible? How can you fly?" Iron Wall gritted his teeth, his face darkening. "Referee, I'm reporting him for cheating! His Martial Soul information is fake!"
He could see it now: Han Yu was no ordinary person. He was probably some young master from a powerful family, out gaining experience without wanting to reveal his Martial Soul.
But Iron Wall wasn't a pushover. Besides, if he won a few more matches in a row, he would be promoted to Gold-level Soul Fighting. He had no intention of becoming someone else's stepping stone.
"Damn it! What are you doing? Keep fighting!"
"Iron Wall, you're not chickening out, are you? Hahaha!"
"Go on! Who cares what his Martial Soul is? I bet everything on you—take him down!"
Iron Wall's face turned ashen. He glared at the people in the audience who were taunting him, and only then did the noise gradually die down.
"Report rejected. The match will continue." The referee's cold voice rang out. He gave Iron Wall a dismissive glance.
As the only Soul Fighting Arena in Heaven Dou City, they would never damage their reputation over something like this. Everyone's Martial Soul had been verified. Iron Wall's accusation was practically an attempt to trample the Heaven Dou Great Soul Fighting Arena's reputation into the dirt. Besides, what did Han Yu's ability to fly have to do with the arena?
Moreover, Han Yu's decision to fight without releasing his Martial Soul had already attracted the arena's attention. After gathering information from various factions, they learned that Han Yu was actually the Holy Son of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects.
The referee let out a quiet sigh of relief. Fortunately, he hadn't done anything out of line earlier.
Han Yu chuckled, his wings beating as he bobbed up and down in the air.
He raised his fine-iron longsword slightly. A gale whipped up behind him, and he shot forward like a cannonball. In just a few breaths, he was in front of Iron Wall.
Iron Wall's expression changed drastically. His steps were nimble as he deftly turned around, presenting the huge, round tortoiseshell on his back.
Clang—
A blur of blue flashed past. Sparks burst across the round shell, and Iron Wall's body was forced to slide several meters away.
"Heh... Hahaha, I thought you were so strong. Is that really all you've got?" Iron Wall froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
If that was the full extent of Han Yu's attacks, then Iron Wall would gladly take the victory.
But his laughter suddenly caught in his throat. His pupils widened, and he slowly turned his head.
An arm covered in armor plates sailed freely through the air, traced a perfect arc, and fell into the swamp.
"Ah!!! My arm!"
Iron Wall jolted in alarm and screamed, clutching his right shoulder as blood gushed out.
His eyes were full of terror. His body trembled uncontrollably, his chest heaving.
He had only seen a flash of golden light around Han Yu before Han Yu vanished. The next moment, his right arm had been sent flying.
Iron Wall's heart pounded. He stared fixedly at the fine-iron longsword stained with blood, fear filling his heart.
Just as he could no longer bear it and was about to open his mouth to surrender,
smack—
a lump of mud hit him in the face, and the words struggling up his throat were knocked back down.
Han Yu gave a cold smile, raised the longsword in his hand, and let his oppressive aura spread.
He wouldn't let this battle end so quickly. The strength he had shown so far was nowhere near enough to shock the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.
"Killing Sword Intent."
A murderous pressure descended. Iron Wall's body froze instantly, his face full of terror.
The referee, standing nearby, felt his own body trembling. His mouth hung wide open, disbelief filling his eyes.
"Giant Sword Technique."
Countless blue sword shadows gathered in the air, merging into a massive blue sword one zhang long. It cleaved straight down.
Boom—
Blue light flared, and the shockwaves of Soul Power dissipated.
A several-meter-long trench had appeared across the arena.
The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell silent.
Everyone was stunned. They swallowed nervously, wondering if they were watching a Soul King-level match.
"I bet on the right guy! Amazing! Li Feiyu! I love you!"
"Am I dreaming? Where did my huge Iron Wall go?"
"Li Feiyu! Li Feiyu!"
"Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!"
"Let's congratulate Li Feiyu on winning this match!!!"
As the audience erupted in cheers, news of the Soul Fighting match quickly spread throughout Heaven Dou City.
Han Yu's information file appeared on the desks of several factions, and their senior members hurriedly gathered to discuss it.