Shrek Grand Soul Fighting Arena.
Level Three Soul Arena Hall.
The noise from the surrounding spectator stands continued without pause, yet the two figures on the Soul Arena Platform remained remarkably calm from beginning to end.
Seeing Lin Yan's youthful, almost childish face, a flicker of surprise passed through Ji Xingming's eyes.
He could already tell that Lin Yan was several years younger than him.
"Are you a student of Shrek Academy?"
Hearing this, Lin Yan neither shook his head nor nodded. He smiled and said, "Not yet, but I will be soon. I'm planning to apply this year."
Ji Xingming was even more astonished upon hearing that.
According to Lin Yan, applying this year meant he was not yet twelve. Being matched against him in a duel meant that Lin Yan was a Soul Elder.
A Soul Elder under twelve?
The thought shocked Ji Xingming deeply. Even he had only become a Soul Elder at fourteen.
"Please enlighten me!"
Ji Xingming clenched both hands, his eyes faintly gleaming with excitement. Fighting a true genius made him increasingly eager.
With a flash of light, a three-meter-long bronze crescent halberd appeared in his grasp.
Two yellow and one purple Spirit Rings rose in succession.
"Come on!"
Lin Yan summoned his Martial Soul.
Black light flashed across Lin Yan's palm, and a Spiked Club appeared in his right hand.
Compared to Ji Xingming's Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd, Lin Yan's Black Demon Mace was undoubtedly somewhat shorter, only one-third the length of the former.
Yet the moment it appeared, the faint pressure it radiated made Ji Xingming's nerves tense for an instant.
That pressure showed that Lin Yan's Martial Soul was of higher quality than his!
Especially when he saw Lin Yan's three Spirit Rings, he was utterly stunned.
One yellow and two purple Spirit Rings had already surpassed the theoretical limits of Soul Masters.
"This—"
Ji Xingming's eyes widened in an instant.
Not just him; the spectator stands had fallen completely silent as well.
"Begin. I'm attacking!"
Lin Yan flashed forward. His Spiked Club, now weighing a thousand jin, lashed out fiercely. Its speed was so great that it produced a sharp, piercing sonic boom.
Ji Xingming came to his senses and swept his crescent halberd horizontally.
Clang—
The two heavy weapons collided, producing a crisp metallic crash as sparks scattered through the air.
Ji Xingming's expression changed instantly. The recoil from the clash traveled through the crescent halberd into his palms, making the web between his thumb and forefinger ache slightly. It greatly shocked him.
His Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd was a top-tier assault-type Martial Soul. At his current cultivation level, it weighed seven hundred jin when facing enemies. He could not help wondering just how heavy Lin Yan's Spiked Club Martial Soul was.
How could it suppress him so thoroughly?
However, this was only the beginning of Lin Yan's attack.
The thousand-jin Spiked Club was as light as nothing in Lin Yan's hands. He swung it rapidly, each blow faster and stronger than the last. Under such a violent assault, Ji Xingming's Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd let out repeated cries of distress and was nearly knocked from his grasp.
Ji Xingming's eyes were filled with shock.
What a ferocious offensive—!
Even he, an assault-type Soul Elder with over a hundred battles of experience, found such brutal attacks difficult to withstand.
Hiss—
Ji Xingming drew a deep breath. The next moment, his first Spirit Ring lit up.
With a twist of his wrist, the crescent halberd in his hand began to spin. Its sharp tip whirled like a drill as it stabbed toward Lin Yan's chest.
Lin Yan shifted aside and avoided the incoming halberd tip.
Seeing this, Ji Xingming gripped the halberd shaft tightly and, the instant he pulled it back, thrust forward again.
This time, Lin Yan once again displayed extraordinary reflexes and agility.
No matter how fast Ji Xingming was, Lin Yan could evade steadily.
In the spectator stands, Bei Bei was filled with shock as he watched the scene. He could not help asking Zhang Lexuan, "Sis, what do you think of our cousin?"
Zhang Lexuan's gaze was equally full of amazement. "Whether it is his physical strength or his reflexes, Lin Yan far surpasses the Soul Elder realm. Among Soul Elders, he may truly have no equal."
On the Soul Arena Platform, Lin Yan began to counterattack in the face of Ji Xingming's continuous assaults.
The Spiked Club in his hand lashed out as his first Spirit Ring activated.
Thunder Awakening!
Lightning as thick as a wrist coursed between the sharp spikes, traveling directly along the point of contact toward Ji Xingming's Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd.
Ji Xingming was no fool. Seeing the purplish-black Destructive Lightning spread along his Martial Soul, he naturally would not sit and wait for death.
Almost instantly, his sole purple Millennium Spirit Ring lit up.
A giant python pattern of light appeared upon the bronze Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd, charging forward along the shaft and temporarily stopping the lightning from spreading.
"You really do have some skill. Let's see how you take this move!"
Lin Yan activated his second Spirit Ring skill.
Titan's Fury!
A powerful heartbeat rang out. Dark light spread from the Black Demon Mace over Lin Yan's body before igniting into a massive black blaze two and a half meters tall, enveloping him within.
At that moment, he resembled a demon king bathed in the fires of hell!
The blazing light held none of fire's scorching heat, yet it carried an aura as heavy as the earth itself.
Lin Yan felt his strength double in an instant. Gripping the Spiked Club with both hands, he swung it fiercely.
A piercing sonic boom suddenly erupted. Ji Xingming's expression changed drastically as all three Spirit Rings lit up at once.
Bang—
The giant python pattern on the Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd shattered directly. A second burst of Inner Force tore open the webs of Ji Xingming's hands amid agonizing pain, two dazzling blossoms of blood bursting forth as the Azure Cloud Earth-Splitting Halberd was sent flying away with a mournful cry.
Clang!
The bronze crescent halberd spun through the air for dozens of meters before slanting into the edge of the Soul Arena Platform.
Lin Yan held the Spiked Club in one hand, resting it domineeringly on his shoulder. Looking at the pale-faced Ji Xingming, he said, "You lost!"
Drip, drip—
Blood dripped through his fingers. Ji Xingming's hands were a mangled mess of flesh and blood, trembling slightly. His face was pale and his gaze somewhat vacant.
He had never imagined that one day, when facing an assault-type weapon Soul Master of the same rank, he would lose in such a manner. Even his weapon Martial Soul had been knocked away by his opponent!
Ji Xingming drew a deep breath. The stunned look in his eyes gradually calmed as he said, "I lost. Let me welcome you to Shrek Academy in advance. We'll be classmates from now on, and if I get the chance, I'll challenge you again!"
Looking at Ji Xingming's serious expression, Lin Yan smiled. "Sure. I'll be waiting for your challenge anytime!"
As Lin Yan unexpectedly defeated Ji Xingming, cheers like a rising tide suddenly erupted throughout Soul Arena Hall No. 3 when the referee announced the result.
This was Douluo Continent, a world that worshipped the strong!
After leaving the Soul Arena Platform, Lin Yan met up with Zhang Lexuan and Bei Bei.
Bei Bei punched Lin Yan lightly on the shoulder and laughed. "Cousin, you really are something. Looks like your claim of being invincible among Soul Elders wasn't boasting. You truly have the strength for it."
As he spoke, Bei Bei sighed. "Even I probably couldn't take more than a few blows from you now."
The scene of Lin Yan brutally crushing Ji Xingming was still vivid in his mind.
That kind of violent offensive had kept Ji Xingming, a fairly formidable assault-type Soul Elder, suppressed from start to finish, leaving him unable to fight back at all.
He did not even dare imagine what would happen if that thousand-jin Spiked Club struck him.
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