You Call This Not Knowing Soul Skills? Soul Skill Seal Released!

On the Soul Fighting Stage.

After his dragon transformation, Yu Tianheng's aura was completely different.

The thunder power churning over that dragon arm made Feng Yun's skin prickle faintly from the spillover alone.

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew Yu Tianheng was getting serious.

Suddenly, Yun Yun's voice sounded by his ear.

"Yun'er."

Just two short words, but Feng Yun heard the meaning behind them.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

"Master, are you..."

"He seems to have used some kind of secret technique to grow stronger temporarily, so I permit you to release the seal on your first soul skill."

Yun Yun's voice was cool and certain.

"First soul skill seal, released!"

The four words fell into his ears, and Feng Yun's blood boiled instantly.

Three months.

For three whole months, he had been forced to rely only on fighting techniques and a bare sword to fight his way through everything.

His clothes had been clawed open, his armor had been struck by lightning, and all kinds of bizarre soul skills had been thrown at him from head to toe.

Now, at last, he could let loose.

Feng Yun took a deep breath.

The next moment, a soul ring emerged from beneath his feet.

A purple thousand-year soul ring!

Its light was dazzling and profound, like a purple ring of stars slowly rotating beneath his feet.

In that instant, every sound in the arena vanished completely.

The silence lasted for about two seconds.

"Holy shit???"

"Pur-purple? A thousand-year soul ring? He's a Soul Elder?!"

"Wait, he didn't light up a single soul ring in over forty matches before. So it wasn't that he didn't have soul rings—he was deliberately not using them?!"

The stands exploded in an instant.

The gasps and cries of thousands of people at once nearly lifted the dome off the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

No one could blame them for such a huge reaction.

A fighter who had gone more than forty matches in a row without releasing a soul ring had suddenly revealed a purple thousand-year ring.

The impact of that was beyond imagination.

Before, most people had guessed that Feng Yun had some technique for releasing soul skills while hiding his soul rings, or perhaps some special soul skill.

Otherwise, what was with that bizarre movement speed, that powerful defense, and the wind blades he casually slashed out?

Now, it seemed very likely that all of those were self-created soul skills!

The thought that Feng Yun had never once revealed a soul skill left them all stunned as if they were seeing a celestial being.

In the Imperial Fighting Team's lounge.

The last peanut in Shi Mo's hand finally failed to survive and dropped to the floor.

"A thousand-year... soul ring?" Shi Mo's voice cracked.

Oslo sat frozen in his chair, his expression control completely collapsing.

Dugu Yan shot to her feet, braced both hands on the windowsill, and stared fixedly at the stage.

Ye Lingling finally put down her teacup.

For the first time, clear ripples appeared in those eyes that had always been utterly calm.

On the Soul Fighting Stage.

Yu Tianheng's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

A thousand-year soul ring!

He was a Soul Elder too?

He still hadn't been using his full strength before?

But he had little time left to think.

Because Feng Yun had already moved.

First Soul Skill: Flowing Wind Empowerment!

The purple soul ring suddenly lit up.

Pale cyan wind elements surged out from Feng Yun's body, forming a flowing membrane of wind around him.

Air resistance vanished.

Friction dropped to zero.

Feng Yun's body, tempered through dozens of battles, seemed at that moment to break free from the restraints of physical law.

He took one step.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Yu Tianheng's field of vision.

"!!!"

Yu Tianheng's pupils shrank, and he instinctively activated Thunder Dragon Claw in a sweeping strike.

The draconic claw, after dragonification, was wrapped in violent blue-purple lightning, sealing off every inch of space within three meters in front of him.

But that claw struck nothing.

"Whoosh~"

The sound of wind came from behind him!

Yu Tianheng whipped his head around, but the corner of his eye caught only an afterimage.

Fast!

Too fast!

When Feng Yun had used Wind Soaring Step before, his speed had already counted as top tier.

But now, with Flowing Wind Empowerment stacked on top, his movement could no longer be described by the word "fast."

It was the ultimate acceleration after friction and resistance had been reduced to zero.

Below the stage, countless spectators' eyes darted madly, trying to catch that cyan afterimage, but all they could see was a blurred streak of cyan light weaving across the Soul Fighting Stage.

"Where is he?!"

"Over there! No, wait, he moved again!"

"Is that a speed a person can even run at?!"

Yu Tianheng clenched his teeth.

"Damn it! Thunderous Might!"

He stopped trying to track Feng Yun's figure and chose the most brutal solution instead.

His second soul skill made thunder cover everything in all directions without discrimination.

The snake-like lightning coiled around him exploded at the same time, turning into countless arrows of lightning that flashed violently in every direction!

The entire Soul Fighting Stage was enveloped in a blue-purple electric net, crackling and popping, leaving no blind spot.

So ruthless!

Feng Yun's eyes flashed as he moved at high speed.

If you can't catch me, just blow everything up?

That was very Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon logic.

But he was not afraid in the slightest.

The Green Phoenix Sword slashed horizontally!

Under Flowing Wind Empowerment's enhancement, the power of Wind Blade Art was no longer comparable to before.

The speed of the wind blades increased, the offensive power of the wind elements increased, and his control over the wind elements increased as well.

The originally semi-transparent wind blades, which had already been able to cut through soul-power shields, now carried wind-element power that had doubled and doubled again, turning into visible cyan crescent moons.

The wind blades and the arrows of lightning collided head-on.

"Crackle—!"

The thunder was cut apart by the wind blades!

One cyan crescent after another tore openings through the electric net, slicing those violent arrows of lightning into pieces.

"!!!"

Yu Tianheng's pupils constricted again.

"Impossible!"

With the boost from dragonification, his Thunderous Might was powerful enough that even an ordinary Soul Ancestor would have a hard time taking it head-on.

Yet this guy had actually split the thunder apart with wind blades he had casually swung out?

Before he had time to react, Feng Yun, however, had already reached him.

The eyes behind that mask were cold, utterly devoid of warmth.

Gale Stab!

Wind-attribute battle qi poured into the Green Phoenix Sword, and the azure glow along the blade surged.

With Flowing Wind Empowerment eliminating all resistance, the Gale Stab broke past the limits of what the naked eye could discern.

As that sword swept through the air, it even drew out an aurora-like trail of blue-white light.

Yu Tianheng instinctively raised his dragon arm to block.

But it was too late.

"Boom!"

The sword tip struck the dragon claw with perfect precision, its sharp, armor-piercing property erupting at full force.

Blue-purple fragments burst from the dragon scales, and blood sprayed out!

Yu Tianheng's entire arm went numb from the shock, and cracks appeared across his dragonized state amid the violent tremors.

Immediately afterward, the sword's momentum turned sideways, and the body of the Green Phoenix Sword slammed heavily into Yu Tianheng's chest.

"Bang!"

Yu Tianheng's body flew backward, tumbled twice across the Soul Fighting Stage, then crashed heavily beneath the platform.

The dust settled.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Before long, cheers like a collapsing mountain and splitting earth exploded.

"Green Phoenix!!! Green Phoenix!!!"

"He won! He beat the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team!"

"What a fast strike! So cool! One blow decided the match!"

Tens of thousands of spectators in the stands erupted, and the entire Great Soul Fighting Arena seemed to tremble.

Below the stage.

Yu Tianheng lay on his back in a pile of rubble, his glasses having flown off to who knew where.

He stared up at the lights on the dome, his eyes hollow.

He had lost.

He, the direct-line genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team, a three-ring Soul Elder.

He had lost to a masked swordsman who had only revealed a single soul ring.

Pride?

At that moment, it shattered all over the ground.

However, if he knew that the face behind the mask was only eight or nine years old, he would probably have shut himself off on the spot and logged out of life.

Feng Yun sheathed his sword and let out a long breath beneath the mask.

He offered no salute, turned around, and left.

In the staff passage.

He ran straight into the members of the Imperial Fighting Team coming the other way.

Yu Feng stood at the very back, his face livid.

Oslo, Shi Mo, and Shi Mo followed closely behind, their expressions unfriendly, obvious hostility in their eyes.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and ready to snap.

Feng Yun did not stop walking, his gaze level ahead.

He had never been afraid of trouble.

Dugu Yan gave him a deep look but said nothing, then turned to Ye Lingling beside her and said, "Lingling, go treat Tianheng first."

Ye Lingling nodded, her gaze sweeping briefly over Feng Yun.

Feng Yun had no intention of lingering either.

He walked straight through the middle of the group.