Martial Soul Fusion Skill

"Hmph! I don't need you lecturing me."

Yan snorted and stubbornly retorted. Whether he could win or not, Qin Feng's smug face irritated him beyond measure.

"Fine, fine, fine."

Qin Feng was so angry he laughed. How had someone like this become part of the Golden Generation? Could he have gotten in through connections?

"I hereby announce that the match officially begins."

Without waiting for the two to continue arguing, Bibi Dong directly announced the start of the match.

"Hu Liena, go! Victory is yours!"

"Spirit Hall will win!"

The spectators below began cheering as well, their faces filled with excitement.

"Die!"

"First Soul Skill, Hell Magma Rush."

Yan had long since run out of patience. The moment he heard the match begin, he unleashed his Soul Skill without giving Qin Feng a chance to react.

At the same time, Xu Yu, the support-type Soul Master standing at the rear, unleashed a crucial Soul Skill.

"First Soul Skill, Prajna Divine Palm."

(A palm strike infused with the Buddha's power. It deals wide-area damage and can inflict tremendous harm upon enemies.)

Qin Feng did not even blink at the magma before him. He swung out his palm, and a gigantic translucent golden hand flew forward.

"Bang!"

A faint sound rang out. The golden palm merely paused for a moment after colliding with the magma, then charged straight through it.

"Not good! Retreat!"

The others immediately began fleeing, while Yan's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly escaped the golden palm's range.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion sounded as the golden palm vanished only after striking the barrier.

"That's it? I thought you were stronger than that."

Qin Feng mocked them. Though the seven were powerful, with four assault-type Soul Masters among them, none possessed defensive abilities. Even if they did, there was no way they could withstand that strike.

There was a full ten-level gap between them. Unless they used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they might have a chance to fight him. Otherwise, they stood no chance of winning.

"Second Soul Skill, Fox Charm."

A faintly seductive voice suddenly rang out. Qin Feng turned his head and saw Hu Liena's pair of pink eyes.

The others immediately rushed forward.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Magma Surge."

To avenge that palm strike, Yan charged forward without hesitation, his eyes filled with rage.

Xie Yue assisted from the side, sending the Moon Blade in his hand shooting toward Qin Feng.

"Go! Spirit Hall will win!"

The surrounding crowd shouted excitedly.

"They're still too inexperienced."

Bibi Dong shook her head in disappointment. This move would work against ordinary Soul Masters, but their opponent was a full ten levels above them.

"This will be a good chance to temper them."

Bibi Dong spoke softly, allowing them to recognize their own shortcomings through this battle.

At that moment, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Qin Feng's face.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Buddha-Light Awakening."

(For a period of time, Buddha-light shines everywhere. The user becomes immune to all damage, and all attacks pass through the user and vanish into the void, unable to hit.)

The instant his voice fell, golden light filled the entire barrier.

At the same time, the attacks reached Qin Feng. Ignoring the Buddha-light filling the air, the seven members of Spirit Hall watched Qin Feng with excited expressions, convinced he was about to be defeated.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. The incoming attacks instantly passed through his body before vanishing into the void.

"What?!"

Hu Liena's beautiful eyes were filled with shock. This Soul Skill could actually ignore attacks.

The others' expressions instantly turned grim as well. He would certainly be prepared for this move next time. Did they truly have no chance left?

"Fourth Soul Skill, Void Sea."

"My turn now."

The moment he finished speaking, a mental shockwave struck Hu Liena and the others.

Hu Liena and the others instantly froze in place, struggling expressions appearing on their faces. The rest were no better off, standing there with twisted expressions.

"Is it over?"

Bibi Dong muttered as she watched the scene. This match had truly disappointed her. Even a lion hunting a rabbit had to give it its all; underestimating one's enemy was a grave military taboo.

However, Qin Feng did not immediately eliminate them. Instead, he walked over and kicked everyone except Xie Yue and Hu Liena out of the arena.

The people he kicked out instantly regained their senses. The others looked dejected, while Yan alone wore an indignant expression. Just as he was about to curse, he saw Bibi Dong's grim face and immediately swallowed his words.

Qin Feng brushed his hand through the air, and Hu Liena and Xie Yue instantly woke up.

"All right, use your Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

Qin Feng spoke coldly. Other than these two, he dared say everyone else was trash. Only their Martial Soul Fusion Skill could possibly contend with him.

Hu Liena looked down and saw that the other five had been eliminated. Determination appeared on her face, and she did not care how Qin Feng knew they possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Only Bibi Dong wore a thoughtful expression.

"Brother."

Hu Liena looked toward Xie Yue, waiting until she saw him nod.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Their two voices rang out at the same time. A crimson mist suddenly appeared around them, spreading until it filled the entire barrier.

"So it's here. But how powerful can it be?"

Qin Feng crossed his arms and watched quietly. At that moment, footsteps sounded, and when Qin Feng looked closely, a person clad in red armor emerged.

"I admit that you're strong. You defeated us without breaking a sweat."

"But you lost because you gave us siblings an opportunity—an opportunity to turn the battle around."

A voice that was half male and half female came from the person's mouth.

"The strong never care about ants, and you are the ants I speak of."

"I came to witness your Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Otherwise, you would never have had the chance to live until now."

A smile finally appeared on Qin Feng's face, while Xie Yue disappeared into the mist.

"Bang! You've gone too far!"

Yan furiously punched his seat. Though he could not see what was happening inside, he could hear every word clearly.

"I hope you two won't disappoint me."

Qin Feng took several steps back as a Moon Blade barely grazed past his body.

Bibi Dong saw that strike clearly from outside the arena. She had not expected Qin Feng to remain so formidable even within the mist.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Divine Concealment."

(Hides the aura of allied groups, resists all mental damage, and grants immunity to half of all physical and energy damage.)

Qin Feng's body immediately became illusory. In truth, he could not guarantee that he would win, because in the original story, this move had been capable of defeating a level sixty-seven Soul Emperor.

"I can't sense his aura anymore. Interesting."

Xie Yue stood quietly within the mist, watching Qin Feng and waiting for the right opportunity to strike. After all, Qin Feng was a Soul Emperor, and a genius Soul Emperor at that.

He could not guarantee that he would avoid being caught after attacking. What genius did not have a trump card?