Third Soul Skill: Dark Gold Tyrant Body, Twin Martial Souls: Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda

The three genius candidates beneath the stage held their breath, their hearts in their throats as they stared fixedly at the center of the arena.

In their eyes, this was already the best possible outcome.

A Soul King's fifth soul skill, empowered by a ten-thousand-year soul ring, represented a qualitative transformation—one that multiplied one's combat strength several times over!

For Ning An, with the cultivation of a Soul Elder, to fight Dai Yueheng after he activated his Vajra Transformation to a draw was already unprecedented.

But trying to contend against the other party's fifth soul skill was simply a fantasy!

Admitting defeat was Ning An's only choice.

Yet faced with Dai Yueheng's forceful pressure, Ning An merely shook his head lightly.

His glazed brocade robe stirred in the wind. The youth stood tall as a green pine amid the raging wind and oppressive aura, unbending and unyielding, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

His lips parted, his voice clear yet brimming with arrogance:

"Make me admit defeat?"

"You... aren't qualified."

Boom!

Those few short words exploded beside everyone's ears like thunder!

The three geniuses below the stage froze on the spot, their pupils contracting sharply as their faces filled with utter disbelief!

He was crazy!

Completely, utterly crazy!

They had thought Ning An's earlier actions were already outrageously arrogant!

But they never imagined that, at a moment like this, he would still dare to utter such heaven-defying words!

"I'm impressed... I'm really impressed."

"This guy has some insane guts."

"Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous!"

The three of them screamed inwardly, and the way they looked at Ning An changed entirely from shock to awe and disbelief.

At the center of the arena.

Dai Yueheng's expression darkened completely, and the last shred of his patience was exhausted.

If persuasion would not work, then he would beat him into submission!

"Good! Very good!"

Dai Yueheng laughed angrily in a deep voice. The viciousness in his eyes surged as soul power around his body erupted, and the black ten-thousand-year soul ring blazed brilliantly!

"I had originally intended to leave you some dignity."

"But since you insist on this, I'll personally beat you into submission and let you see exactly what it means to know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Fifth Soul Skill—White Tiger Demon God Transformation!"

A heaven-shaking tiger's roar suddenly rang out!

Pitch-black soul power, carrying tyrannical beastly might, swept across the entire arena in an instant. The white tiger stripes around Dai Yueheng's body immediately turned black, while demonic markings crisscrossed over his skin!

His body swelled once more, his muscles bulging with savage lines. He radiated a fierce, domineering pressure like that of a demon god, while his eyes completely transformed into black beast pupils. His aura surged to several times its previous strength!

This was the White Tiger martial soul's fifth soul skill, the ten-thousand-year soul skill: Demon God Transformation!

His attack, defense, and speed were all amplified to the extreme. His physical strength rivaled that of a Soul Emperor, and his explosive power crushed every Soul King of the same rank!

At this moment, Dai Yueheng's combat strength had truly reached the level of a Soul Emperor.

The gale howled, shattered stones flew, and the entire arena trembled faintly beneath the terrifying pressure!

The three beneath the stage went pale and staggered backward again and again, utterly unable to withstand that dreadful aura.

"It's over! It's completely over!"

"No matter how monstrous Ning An is, there's no way he can withstand this!"

Everyone was certain that the victor had already been decided.

But at that moment, a sharp glint suddenly bloomed in Ning An's eyes!

Facing the White Tiger Demon God form, whose aura had risen to its peak, he neither dodged nor retreated. Soul power around his body exploded!

Buzz—!

The three soul rings of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear lit up simultaneously. Purple, tyrannical beast-soul power enveloped his entire body, black bear markings spreading across his skin. The fierce and majestic aura he emitted was not the slightest bit weaker than that of the White Tiger Demon God before him!

"Third Soul Skill—Dark Gold Tyrant Body!"

Rumble!

An incomparably heavy suit of dark-gold soul power armor instantly covered Ning An's entire body, gleaming with flowing light and seeming utterly indestructible!

A vast surge of physical power shot into the sky. His control immunity was instantly raised to the maximum, while his body's offense and defense received a comprehensive boost!

No one had expected this!

Ning An's third soul skill was actually a godly amplification skill as well!

By the feel of it, it was no weaker than Dai Yueheng's fifth soul skill, White Tiger Demon God Transformation!

Below the arena, everyone was completely stunned, their minds blank!

A third soul skill from a three-ringed Soul Elder was comparable to a Soul King's ten-thousand-year fifth soul skill?

What was going on?

The next instant, two powerful figures charged out at the same time!

There was no flashy clash of soul skills—only the most primal, savage hand-to-hand combat!

Whoosh!

Ning An's figure suddenly blurred. Ghost Shadow Track was pushed to its limit, making him ethereal and unpredictable as he darted like a phantom through the gale-like soul power, perfectly evading every savage slash of Dai Yueheng's tiger claws!

At the same time, Jade Hand gathered its force, and Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon was unleashed!

Gentle force surged from his palms, soft and hard complementing each other as he precisely caught Dai Yueheng's violent attacks, borrowing force to redirect force and using minimal strength to deflect overwhelming power!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dense sounds of close-quarters collisions exploded in an unbroken stream!

Tiger claws tore through the air, incomparably tyrannical.

Bear paws met murderous attacks head-on, steady and domineering!

The two actually fought back and forth, evenly matched!

Gales surged and shockwaves rolled as the entire arena was enveloped in soul power. The three people below watched until their eyes blurred and their hearts trembled, rendered completely speechless!

They would never have dared imagine that a freshman Soul Elder in his thirties could suppress head-on an inner-court genius from Shrek with Soul Emperor-level combat power in close combat!

After several dozen exchanges, the two briefly separated, each landing on one side of the arena.

Dai Yueheng's breathing was slightly hurried. The shock and gravity in his eyes had completely overwhelmed his anger, and his face was full of disbelief.

He stared fixedly at Ning An, clad head to toe in dark-gold armor, while stormy waves churned in his heart.

This boy was too absurd!

His physique, movement technique, soul skills, and control—all of it overturned Dai Yueheng's understanding!

But Dai Yueheng quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and regained his absolute confidence. He spoke coldly:

"Your third soul skill is very powerful. Its amplification is terrifying, and your movement technique is even more heaven-defying."

"But amplification soul skills like this consume an enormous amount of power and last for a very short time."

He stepped forward. The black Demon God soul power around him remained vigorous and dense, showing no sign of weakening.

"My fifth soul skill lasts far longer than yours."

"If we drag this out, your amplification will disappear first."

"The only one who will lose this match is you."

That was the truth!

Ning An might have seemed evenly matched, but he had actually already fallen into a disadvantage. He was merely struggling on his last legs.

Everyone below the arena nodded in understanding.

That was right—even the strongest burst was useless if it could not be sustained!

The gap in soul power was simply too great.

Ning An was still bound to lose in the end!

Facing Dai Yueheng's certain declaration, Ning An slightly raised his eyes. A faint, teasing curve slowly formed on his cool face.

"Oh? Is that so?"

He chuckled softly, his tone relaxed and devoid of any anxiety at the prospect of defeat. Instead, he carried the calm composure of someone surveying the entire field from above.

Just as everyone was puzzled, boundless golden light suddenly erupted from the air above Ning An's head!

Bzzzz—!

Sacred, noble, vast, and majestic radiance poured down from the void, enveloping the entire arena!

A treasure pagoda, dazzling throughout and made of translucent nine-layered glazed crystal, slowly rose above Ning An's head. Layers of flowing light coiled around it, while auspicious patterns of energy circulated endlessly!

Twin martial souls!

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda slowly rotated, its clear chime resounding through heaven and earth.

Ning An's gaze was indifferent as he slowly said:

"The Nine Treasures have names: first, Strength; second, Speed!"