Spiritual Attack? Sorry, It Doesn't Work on Me!

This power was truly formidable!

However, while Niu Dali was still in shock,

Zhou Hai's miserable cries suddenly came from the other side of the Soul Arena.

"Brother Niu! Save me! Save me!"

Niu Dali abruptly turned his head, and his expression changed at once.

Although Zhou Hai's Green Fang Snake Spirit had covered his arms in scales,

several deep claw marks had already appeared on those scaled arms.

Blood dripped down his arms, drop by drop.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing was like a bolt of black lightning, constantly shifting positions around Zhou Hai.

Her speed was simply too fast.

So fast that Zhou Hai could not even catch sight of her.

"Damn it, this chick is actually this fast!"

Zhou Hai then gritted his teeth and activated his Second Soul Skill. Azure snake scales instantly spread from his arms across his entire body, attempting to strengthen his defense.

However, Zhu Zhuqing gave him no chance to catch his breath.

"First Spirit Skill, Netherworld Thrust!"

A blurred shadow swiftly swept past Zhou Hai's left side,

and those sharp cat claws precisely tore through the gap in his defenses beneath his ribs.

"Ah—!"

Zhou Hai immediately cried out miserably and staggered backward.

"Brother Niu! She's too fast! I can't hold on!"

Sweat had already begun to seep from Niu Dali's forehead.

This match was completely off.

That Level 37 brat had not even summoned his Martial Soul, yet he had sent a Level 38 Soul Elder like him flying seven or eight meters using only his physical body.

And that Level 28 girl was absurdly fast, beating Zhou Hai, who was at the same level, until he could not fight back at all.

"Damn it! I can't underestimate them anymore! I have to use my full strength now!"

Niu Dali let out a low roar, and his eyes suddenly turned fierce.

"Brat, since you won't summon your Martial Soul, don't blame me for getting rough!"

As soon as he spoke,

the third Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up!

Purple!

Thousand-Year Spirit Skill!

"Third Spirit Skill, Iron Armor Roar!"

Niu Dali suddenly threw back his head and opened his mouth wide.

A sound wave wrapped in gray Soul Power burst from his mouth, transforming into a visible shockwave that crushed toward the entire Soul Arena.

This was not a simple sonic attack.

It was a spiritual attack!

The core of Iron Armor Roar was using sound waves as a medium to directly attack an opponent's mind, causing them to lose their ability to move for a short time.

Buzz!

The instant the sound wave spread out, Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly stiffened.

"Hiss—!"

She then clutched her head, her face turning deathly pale as she involuntarily staggered back two steps.

It felt as though someone was violently hammering at her brain.

It hurt.

It hurt too much.

As her Spiritual Power took a hit, her speed suddenly dropped.

"Hahaha! It hit!"

Niu Dali was overjoyed.

However, his smile lasted only half a second.

Because Lin Ye showed no reaction whatsoever.

He simply stood there with his hands in his pockets, not even furrowing his brow.

"W-What?"

Niu Dali's smile completely froze.

Impossible!

This was a spiritual attack!

It was not something that could be blocked with mere defensive power!

Even a Soul Ancestor-level powerhouse would be dizzy for several seconds if they carelessly took an Iron Armor Roar head-on.

But what about this brat?

Forget dizziness—he had not even blinked!

Just how strong was his Spiritual Power?

"H-How is this possible?!"

Niu Dali looked utterly bewildered.

"Come on, man, your spiritual attack... that's it?"

Lin Ye finally spoke calmly.

"N-No way! You're only Level 37!"

Niu Dali's voice had already changed pitch.

However, Lin Ye gave him no time to continue being shocked.

At the instant when the aftereffects of Iron Armor Roar had yet to fade and Niu Dali's aura revealed a brief opening,

Lin Ye moved swiftly.

Three seconds.

In just three seconds,

Lin Ye crossed the distance between them.

"Not good!"

Niu Dali instinctively raised his arms to defend himself, while Soul Power surged wildly toward the surface of his body.

But it was already too late.

Lin Ye's fist contained no fancy moves as it drove straight into Niu Dali's chest.

For this punch, he mobilized all his Soul Power.

Boom!

The gray iron armor instantly shattered.

Niu Dali was sent flying into the air, flipping twice before crashing heavily onto the stone slabs of the Soul Arena.

"Brat, you—!"

Niu Dali's body was now curled like a shrimp, his mouth gulping for air,

but before he could react,

Lin Ye's second punch had already arrived!

This punch landed squarely on his jaw.

Crack!

Niu Dali's head violently snapped back, and his whole body flew into the air again. He flipped twice before crashing heavily onto the Soul Arena once more.

Boom!

The stone slabs beneath Niu Dali instantly shattered, sending dust flying everywhere.

"S-So strong..."

However, before Niu Dali could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Hundreds of eyes in the audience were fixed on the young man standing on the stage with his hands in his pockets. The entire venue had fallen deathly silent.

From beginning to end, he had never summoned his Martial Soul.

A Level 37 Soul Master had crushed a Level 38 Soul Elder head-on without even summoning his Martial Soul.

Even his opponent's spiritual attack had done absolutely nothing to him.

Was he even human?

"No!! Brother Niu!"

On the other side, Zhou Hai saw Lin Ye send Niu Dali flying, and his calves immediately began to tremble.

He subconsciously retreated two steps, all color draining from his face.

However, a black shadow had already appeared at his side.

It was Zhu Zhuqing.

Although the spiritual attack had caught her off guard earlier, Niu Dali had now fallen, and the spiritual impact had dissipated along with him.

"Second Soul Skill, Netherworld Hundred Claws!"

Zhu Zhuqing's figure instantly turned into an afterimage, her sharp claws aimed straight at Zhou Hai's chest.

"Wait, I surren—"

Before Zhou Hai could finish begging for mercy, he felt an enormous force slam into his chest.

He was then instantly sent flying, crashing onto the ground below the Soul Arena and rolling three times before coming to a stop.

The battle was over.

The entire process had taken less than two minutes.

The entire venue fell silent for a full three seconds.

Then it suddenly erupted!

"Holy shit!!!"

"That kid knocked out Level 38 Niu Dali with two punches?"

"The key is that he didn't even summon his Martial Soul!!"

"What kind of monster is that? A Level 37 body has that much strength?"

"And that girl is way too fast! She's only Level 28, yet she can unleash a combo like that?"

"And she's way too pretty too... that figure, that face, absolutely perfect!"

Even the referee froze for a second. After coming back to his senses, he immediately announced in a loud voice.

"Red Team, Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing, win!"

Lin Ye then withdrew his fist and flexed his fingers.

Those final two punches of his,

the first had used only thirty percent of his strength, while the second had used just fifty percent.

"As expected, with a body reforged by the Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and Soul King-level Spiritual Power, summoning my Martial Soul is completely unnecessary against opponents of this level."

Lin Ye then turned to glance at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Big kitty, nicely done."

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and smiled, but the smile quickly vanished.

"Hmph, I don't need your praise."

Though she said that, her tail was already practically raised to the sky.