Yan's Second Battle! Complete Victory!

Everyone looked closely. The newcomer was none other than Yan of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.

Seeing Yan step onto the stage, the crowd below began speculating over who would win this match.

"Even Yan is fighting? Ning Yuan is in for a show this time."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Half a month ago, Ning Yuan knocked him out with one punch. Have you already forgotten?"

"That could only be because Yan underestimated him back then."

Ning Yuan was not surprised to see Yan come up.

This guy was a born battle maniac. Having suffered a setback against him last time, he would definitely want to reclaim his pride this time.

Sure enough, Yan still wore that same confident expression as he stepped onto the stage.

"Ning Yuan, I lost to you in one move last time because I was careless. But over these past half month, I trained diligently and adjusted my condition, all so I could fight you again and wash away that day's humiliation."

Ning Yuan did not particularly care.

"Sure. Since you're already up here, let's begin."

"The match begins!"

At the referee's command, Yan cast aside his contempt and immediately unleashed his Martial Soul.

A muscular giant wreathed in flames appeared behind him, while three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—rose beneath his feet.

"Ning Yuan, I'll be using soul skills this time. You'd better be careful."

Without wasting words, Ning Yuan beckoned to him, just as he had half a month ago.

That familiar sight immediately made Yan's blood boil again. This Ning Yuan really was... as irritating as ever!

He snorted coldly as the three soul rings around him flashed in succession.

"First Soul Skill! Ground-Splitting Magma Strike!"

"Second Soul Skill! Granite Rock!"

"Third Soul Skill! Hellfire!"

He slammed his right fist into the ground. The arena instantly split open with several cracks, magma erupting from within as scorching waves of heat rushed straight at Ning Yuan's face.

Immediately afterward, burning rocks covered his entire body, forming a suit of dark-red stone armor.

With three soul skills unleashed in rapid succession, the audience below cried out in alarm.

Yan had gone all out from the very start. It looked like Ning Yuan was about to lose.

Below the stands, Hu Liena asked Xie Yue, "Brother, do you think Yan can win this time?"

Xie Yue studied the situation onstage, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Unlikely."

"Then do you also want to compete for the position of Holy Son?"

Hu Liena took the opportunity to ask.

Her brother was usually far too indifferent toward fame and gain.

She did not know whether he would be the same this time.

Xie Yue did not answer. He simply watched the two men on the arena.

His gaze shifted slightly, as though he were considering something.

Upon seeing this, Qian Daoliu spoke leisurely from the stands. "This child called Yan is part of the Golden Generation you cultivated? At such a young age, he's already a three-ringed Soul Elder. His talent is quite decent."

"Can that Ning Yuan handle it? Don't let him get defeated and make you lose face."

Bibi Dong could not be bothered to respond. She merely smiled confidently.

"Who wins and who loses will soon become clear."

[He's so hot. Venom hates this feeling. Venom wants to flatten him.]

Venom within him seemed somewhat disgusted by the flames Yan had unleashed.

Ning Yuan remembered that one of Venom's weaknesses was high temperatures. It seemed he would need to find a way to improve its resistance to weaknesses such as sound waves, high temperatures, and intense light later on.

However, Yan's current methods could not have any real effect on it.

Facing the attack, Ning Yuan publicly unleashed Martial Soul Possession for the first time.

Black fluid instantly covered his entire body. Ning Yuan's figure grew taller, transforming into the form of a massive beast over two meters tall.

It was also the first time everyone had seen Ning Yuan's Martial Soul.

That ferocious appearance, that terrifying aura—was he sure he was not an evil Soul Master?

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened from the stands. This little fellow's Martial Soul was quite interesting.

Facing Ning Yuan after his Martial Soul Possession, Yan immediately felt the pressure.

So this was his Martial Soul?

Why did he sense such a dangerous aura from Ning Yuan's Martial Soul?

No, he was one of the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall. There was no way he would lose this battle!

After steadying himself, Yan threw a full-force punch at Ning Yuan, carrying the searing heat of lava.

With a boom.

The terrifying impact rang out in every direction, and the scattered shockwaves left the people nearby unable to keep their footing.

Yan discovered in shock that Ning Yuan had blocked his all-out strike with a single punch.

It horrified Yan.

That punch had contained every bit of strength he could muster!

Yet Ning Yuan still had not used a soul skill or Soul Power. With strength alone, he had completely suppressed him once again.

This scene felt strangely familiar!

At that moment, he finally faced reality and understood Ning Yuan's terrifying talent and strength.

Was he even human?

His all-out attack had not even qualified Ning Yuan to use Soul Power?

Even Xie Yue, another member of the Golden Generation, would have had to go all out against his full-force strike.

Sure enough, Ning Yuan had earned his position as the Holy Son.

"It's only polite to return the favor. Take a punch from me too!"

Ning Yuan withdrew his fist, then threw another punch.

Yan had no time to dodge and could only raise both arms to block.

But the terrifying force behind that punch sent Yan flying backward.

Yan felt as though he had just been rammed at full force by a thousand-year Iron-Armored Rhino. For some reason, the sensation felt strangely familiar.

The next second, his body had already flown off the arena.

The entire venue fell silent.

The spectators had thought they were about to witness an evenly matched, thrilling battle with blows exchanged back and forth.

Instead, the fight ended in two punches.

When they looked again at Ning Yuan on the arena, his Martial Soul Possession already dismissed and his expression calm as though nothing had happened, their eyes were filled with gravity.

Ning Yuan's talent truly was terrifying.

Those who had originally thought they could do it too began reassessing the gap between themselves and Ning Yuan.

Fortunately, Ning Yuan had shown mercy this time, so Yan was not seriously injured. After struggling to his feet, he slunk away in embarrassment.

Hu Liena teased, "Yan, didn't that scene just now feel strangely familiar?"

Yan's old face reddened. Before stepping up, he had sworn with absolute confidence that he would definitely defeat Ning Yuan this time.

But in the end, he had still lost—and to the very same move.

"Stop roasting me, stop roasting me. Leave me a little dignity, will you?"

Yan felt utterly humiliated right now.

"So, do you still want to challenge Ning Yuan every day?"

"No, I don't, I don't. A man needs his pride. Ning Yuan isn't human—he's a monster."

Yan repeatedly waved his hands in refusal.

Seeing how defeated he looked, Hu Liena could not help finding it amusing.

After witnessing Ning Yuan's strength during the Qingyuan Village incident, she had often hinted to Yan after returning that Ning Yuan was very strong. Her original intention had been to persuade Yan not to trouble Ning Yuan again.

But this guy had been too stubborn, convinced that he could beat Ning Yuan.

Well, now he had been thoroughly beaten into submission!

Still, this was good. It would make him understand sooner that there was always someone stronger. Losing was not frightening; what was frightening was being unable to rise again after losing.

The referee declared Ning Yuan the victor.

"Who's next? Anyone else?"

When he asked whether anyone else wanted to challenge him, those below the arena who had been eager to try instantly avoided Ning Yuan's gaze.

What a joke. Even Yan of the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall had been easily defeated by him. Wouldn't they just be walking up there to get crushed?

"If there are no challengers, then I announce—"

"Wait!"

"I want to give it a try!"