Ning Yuan Wins! Promoted to Violet-Gold Dou Hun

The moment Li Ming released his martial soul, Ning Yuan realized that its ability naturally countered the vast majority of Soul Masters.

But he had thought of a solution: imitate Daredevil's abilities.

In the original work, Daredevil had lost his sight in an accident, causing his other senses to become many times sharper. One of his abilities was echolocation, like a bat's.

He could even "see" his surroundings clearly with his ears.

Ning Yuan used Agony's sonic attack ability, only lowering the power of the sound waves.

The sound waves precisely swept across every inch of the arena.

They struck the arena's edges, the cracks between the floor tiles, every speck of dust drifting through the air...

Then, they all echoed back.

Within Ning Yuan's mind, a complete three-dimensional image slowly unfolded like ripples.

The shape of the arena, the patterns on the ground, the direction in which the black mist flowed through the air...

And... Li Ming's location.

Beneath his mask, Ning Yuan's lips curled slightly.

The black mist had deprived him of his vision?

No matter.

Sometimes, ears were more useful than eyes.

Li Ming moved swiftly through the black mist, his longsword condensed with sharp Soul Power as he launched a surprise attack from Ning Yuan's left.

Though he did not know how Ning Yuan had dodged his attacks again and again, in his eyes, Ning Yuan definitely could not evade this strike.

Yet just as the sword tip was about to pierce Ning Yuan's ribs, Ning Yuan's body tilted slightly, narrowly avoiding the strike by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, fingers pressed together as claws emerged from his fingertips and stabbed straight at Li Ming's wrist!

Li Ming's pupils contracted sharply. He yanked back his sword and retreated several meters.

"...You can see me?!"

For the first time, his voice carried shock and uncertainty.

Ning Yuan did not answer.

He merely turned around and, through the dense black mist, stared unerringly in Li Ming's direction.

"I can't see."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm.

"But I don't need to."

"You're there."

The next second, Ning Yuan stomped down hard and shot into the depths of the black mist like a cannonball!

Li Ming's expression changed as he hurriedly swung his sword up to block.

Clang—!!!

Black claws collided with the longsword, sending sparks flying.

Li Ming was forced back three steps by the force, and his sword-wielding right hand went slightly numb.

How was that possible?!

Inside my black mist, how could he locate me so precisely?!

No... he just said, "You're there"?

How did he know?!

Li Ming gritted his teeth, suppressing the shock in his heart as he began rapidly changing positions.

Yet no matter how he moved, Ning Yuan remained close on his heels.

Those black claws followed like a shadow, every attack precisely locking onto his vital points.

Though the spectators below the stage could not see what was happening within the black mist, the sharp clashes of weapons and Li Ming's increasingly ragged breathing already explained everything.

"How is this possible... It looks like Daredevil has gained the upper hand inside Li Ming's black mist?!"

"How on earth is he doing it?!"

In the VIP seats, Li Henian's fingers around his teacup had already turned white.

His gaze remained fixed on the arena, his face frighteningly grim.

Just who was this Daredevil...?!

On the arena stage, Li Ming grew more alarmed with every exchange.

The black mist domain he had been so proud of was utterly useless before this Daredevil.

No matter how he changed positions or launched surprise attacks, his opponent always anticipated his movements a step ahead, then counterattacked with greater speed and strength.

No... I can't drag this out any longer!

Li Ming gritted his teeth and decided to use his trump card.

He abruptly pulled back, and all three Soul Rings lit up at once.

"Third Soul Skill! Dark Bat Canopy!!!"

The black mist suddenly became several times denser, as though the entire arena had been soaked in a mass of thick ink.

At the same time, Li Ming's figure vanished completely into the black mist, even his aura fully concealed.

This was his strongest Soul Skill. It completely merged him with the black mist. Within this domain, he could swiftly appear anywhere and launch any attack, while his opponent would have no way of tracking him.

"...Not a bad move."

Ning Yuan's voice rang out through the black mist, still calm.

"But it's still not enough."

He slowly raised his right hand.

At his feet, a purple Soul Ring lit up in the darkness.

Millennium-grade.

Yet the black mist remained dense, and the spectators below could not see a thing.

Only Li Ming, standing so close to him, saw that Soul Ring blooming with magnificent radiance in the darkness.

His pupils suddenly shrank.

Ning Yuan's voice was as calm as still water.

"You're not bad... worthy of making me use a Soul Skill."

"First Soul Skill! Symbiosis: Poison Blade!"

Several black tentacles shot out from behind him, their tips condensing jet-black bone spikes.

Rather than attacking Li Ming, the tentacles stretched in every direction, stabbing into the cracks between the floor tiles, winding around the arena railings, and vanishing into the black mist...

The next second, all the tentacles went taut at once.

Ning Yuan vanished from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already right in front of Li Ming's face.

Those white eyes were inches away.

Li Ming's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"Got you."

The black tentacles coiled around Li Ming's body like venomous snakes, their tips plunging fiercely into both his shoulders.

Blood splattered.

Li Ming let out a scream, and the longsword in his hand clattered onto the arena floor.

The Soul Power within him scattered, and he could no longer sustain his martial soul.

The black mist covering the arena rapidly dissipated like a receding tide.

At last, the spectators below could clearly see the scene on the stage.

Then the entire venue fell silent.

Ning Yuan stood in the center of the arena.

At his feet, two purple millennium Soul Rings slowly revolved.

The entire Great Soul Arena fell silent for an instant.

Then it erupted.

"Holy shit?! Millennium Soul Rings?!"

"He's only a two-ring Soul Grandmaster? His first Soul Ring is millennium-grade?!"

"This... this makes no sense!!"

In the VIP section, the teacup in Li Henian's hand shattered with a crack.

He shot to his feet, staring in disbelief at the two purple Soul Rings on the arena stage.

A millennium... first Soul Ring?!

How was that possible?!

Such talent was utterly monstrous. Could he be some young master from a great clan?

But if that were true, there was no need for him to risk his life fighting in the Great Soul Arena!

On the arena stage, Ning Yuan bent down and looked at Li Ming's face, twisted by excruciating pain. His voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.

"You thought no one could see through the little tricks you were pulling behind the scenes?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Li Ming realized something was wrong.

There was more to Ning Yuan's words. Had he noticed something?

In an instant, panic began to rise within him.

What kind of opponent was he facing? Not only was Ning Yuan stronger than him, but he even knew about the deal behind his back.

Just as he was about to beg Ning Yuan for mercy—

"But unfortunately..."

Ning Yuan gave him no chance to speak.

"The one you ran into was me."

Li Ming stared at him viciously, his teeth clenched tight, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.

Ning Yuan did not look at him again.

He retracted his tentacles, turned around, and walked toward the edge of the stage.

Then the Toxin from his soul skill took effect. Blood poured from Li Ming's seven orifices, and he collapsed stiffly onto the arena floor.

"Thud!"

The entire venue fell silent. Everything had happened too quickly.

Even the referee failed to react at first. After a long moment, he announced in a trembling voice.

"The winner... Daredevil!!!"

Deafening cheers erupted from the crowd below.

In the VIP seats, Li Henian sat beside a shattered teacup, his face livid.

His nephew, Li Ming, had just died like that?

Murdered right in front of him.

Unforgivable!!!

The path he had spent four months laying out, four months of painstaking effort, had all been destroyed by this Daredevil who had appeared out of nowhere.

He stared fixedly at the black figure leaving the arena, his gaze as cold and venomous as a snake's.

"Daredevil, is it?"

"Just you wait!!!"