Sky-Piercing Spear Revealed, One Strike to Victory, Stunning the Entire Arena!

Qian Renxue recognized Ye Han at a glance.

She'd thought the genius youth praised by the Demon Subduing Douluo would be the type to radiate sharpness.

Yet this Ye Han before her looked far more composed than she'd imagined.

That made her look forward to this soul battle even more.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's main event at the Sixth Sub Soul Arena is about to begin!"

The host's voice echoed throughout the arena through a soul tool amplifier.

"Ye Han, whose martial soul is the Sky-Piercing Spear, is a four-ring Soul Ancestor making his debut at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena tonight! His opponent, Liu Meng, is also a four-ring Soul Ancestor. With the Black Panther as his martial soul, he has already achieved an impressive five-match winning streak at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena! Will Ye Han claim his first victory, or will Liu Meng continue his streak? Let's wait and see!"

Cheers and whistles immediately erupted from the stands.

"Liu Meng! Liu Meng!"

"Young newcomer, don't chicken out!"

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

Liu Meng clearly enjoyed being the center of attention.

He rolled his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds, then grinned at Ye Han.

"Kid, reaching the Soul Ancestor realm at your age means you've got some skill. But let me give you some advice: surrender now and get off the stage, so you can save yourself some pain."

Ye Han smiled and shook his head.

"Your winning streak ends here, while my undefeated legend is only just beginning. Being the first to lose to me is your honor."

"What?!"

Liu Meng's expression darkened, infuriated by Ye Han's arrogance.

"You look completely ordinary, yet you're this arrogant! You brought this on yourself! In a moment, I'll beat you until you're crawling on the ground!"

Liu Meng clearly hadn't realized what level of weapon martial soul the Sky-Piercing Spear was. He merely took it for an ordinary spear-type martial soul.

Faced with Liu Meng's threats, Ye Han simply smiled and shook his head.

There was no point in arguing. He would speak with his strength.

The audience immediately grew restless.

"Didn't expect that kid to be so cocky!"

"Yeah! It's his first time on stage, and he actually dares provoke an opponent with five straight wins."

"But the kid's got guts. Maybe he really has some ability."

Qian Renxue stared at Ye Han on the arena stage, a self-mocking curve appearing on her lips.

Just moments ago, she'd been praising Ye Han's steady temperament in her heart.

Yet in the next instant, he'd said something so arrogant.

That wasn't exactly mature. It was even a little high-profile.

Still, as a peerless genius with Twin Martial Souls, a little arrogance was only natural.

Besides, he was only fifteen or sixteen, at the age when young men were full of fire.

"Prepare for the soul battle! Both contestants may now release your martial souls and Spirit Rings!"

The moment the host finished speaking, Liu Meng moved.

He clenched both fists, and his bones crackled explosively as soul power surged from within him.

The Black Panther martial soul instantly possessed him. A layer of pitch-black fur covered his arms and back, while his pupils became amber vertical slits, radiating the savage ferocity of a wild beast.

Two yellow and two purple Spirit Rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly revolving.

His aura steadily climbed, like a cheetah poised to strike, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

A wave of applause rose from the stands.

Liu Meng's five-match winning streak was indeed well deserved. His aura alone was enough to make many soul masters of the same rank feel intimidated.

Ye Han, on the other hand, remained unhurried.

He made a loose grasp with his left hand, gathering soul power in his palm as a long spear slowly emerged from the void.

The spear shaft was long and jade-like, glowing with a warm milky-white sheen, with faint streams of light flowing within it.

Its spear blade was exceptionally long, nearly taking up a third of the entire spear. The blade's surface was smooth as a mirror, its edges as thin as cicada wings, its sharpness concealed.

Around the middle of the shaft, the two characters "Sky-Piercing" blended seamlessly into the spear itself.

The spectators in the stands had limited knowledge of martial souls.

They had never heard the name Sky-Piercing Spear and merely assumed it was one type of spear martial soul. Though its appearance was distinctive, they didn't pay it much attention.

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted slightly.

She had grown up in Spirit Hall before later arriving at Heaven Dou Palace, and she had seen quite a few top-tier weapon martial souls.

The moment this Sky-Piercing Spear appeared, it caught her attention.

Just as the Demon Subduing Douluo had said, this was a top-tier weapon martial soul no weaker than the Coiling Dragon Staff.

She unconsciously sat up straighter, her gaze becoming increasingly focused.

On the arena stage.

When Liu Meng saw that Ye Han had only released his martial soul without revealing his Spirit Rings, he couldn't help frowning.

"Kid, the soul battle is about to begin. Hurry up and release your Spirit Rings. I don't want to take advantage of you!"

Ye Han held the spear in one hand, its tip pointed diagonally toward the arena floor, his expression as calm as ever.

"I don't need to release my Spirit Rings. This spear alone is enough for me to win easily."

The entire arena erupted.

The stands instantly exploded into uproar.

"What did he say? He won't release his Spirit Rings? Has he gone mad?!"

"That's way too arrogant! Liu Meng is a ruthless fighter with five straight wins, and he doesn't even need Spirit Rings against him?!"

"Young people don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Once he suffers, he'll know regret."

A faint smile appeared on Qian Renxue's face.

She knew Ye Han possessed four ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings. If he revealed them, it would definitely cause a sensation throughout the soul master world.

Knowing when to hold back was the wise choice.

"Since you're asking to be beaten, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Liu Meng was completely enraged by Ye Han's words.

"The soul battle begins!"

The moment the host's voice fell, Liu Meng moved.

He kicked off the arena with both legs, turning into a black afterimage at an astonishing speed.

The Black Panther martial soul granted him explosive power and agility far beyond that of ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had closed in on Ye Han. His right claw, wrapped in fierce soul power, tore through the air with a shrill whistle.

Yet Ye Han remained utterly still, holding his spear in one hand with its tip angled toward the ground.

His posture looked relaxed and casual, but his spiritual power had already locked onto his opponent.

Although the Sky-Piercing Spear's tip hung near the ground, the entire spear radiated a profound, weighty presence.

Its spear intent was as heavy as a mountain—restrained but ready at any moment to unleash a world-shaking blow.

This was the first form of the Nine Qingtian Forms: Spear Questions the Mountains and Rivers!

The Black Panther's claw slashed down on a fierce gust of wind.

At that very instant, Ye Han flicked his wrist. The Sky-Piercing Spear swept upward at an angle, its tip precisely hooking the inside of the Black Panther's wrist.

Then the spear shaft shook, and a dense surge of soul power rushed fiercely through it.

The spear blade gave a light flick, using the motion to lift the Black Panther into the air.

Then Ye Han spun sharply, borrowing the Black Panther's own forward momentum to hurl him away.

Driven by inertia and overwhelming force, the Black Panther accelerated again, smashing like a cannonball into the railing at the edge of the arena with a thunderous boom.

The entire arena fell silent.

Thousands of eyes in the stands fixed on the arena stage, every spectator left dumbfounded.

A duel between two four-ring Soul Ancestors had ended in a single exchange?

Wasn't that far too fast?

Just one exchange!

Ye Han had used only one spear strike to knock the Black Panther soul master, who had already achieved five consecutive victories, out of the arena.

And he had done it without releasing a single Spirit Ring.

Liu Meng lay on the ground, clutching his chest with a dazed expression.

What had happened?

The soul battle was already over?

What the hell was going on?!