The Individual Matches End

On the Arena platform, blue silver grass swayed in the wind, every blade seeming to serve as Tang Wulin's eyes and ears. Ye Xinglan frowned slightly. She could sense that, within this green sea, none of her movements seemed able to escape his notice.

"Is this what you're relying on, Tang Wulin? Defense alone won't beat me!"

Ye Xinglan gave a sharp cry, and the first yellow Soul Ring beneath her feet suddenly blazed. Holding nothing back, she immediately unleashed her Soul Skill.

"First Soul Skill—Sword God Star!"

She raised the Stargod Sword high, its tip pointing straight at the heavens. Then an intensely condensed beam of starlight sword energy burst from its tip. Moving at incredible speed, it streaked toward Tang Wulin's chest like a meteor tearing through the night sky, carrying tremendous piercing power.

To the spectators, this was a perfect opportunity to wear him down. Faced with such a swift single-target attack, Tang Wulin had to either take it head-on or dodge. If he took it, he would inevitably expend Soul Power; if he dodged, that fierce strike would explode against the Arena, dealing area damage and forcing him into a desperate retreat.

Yet Tang Wulin's response surprised everyone.

He did not dodge. His feet did not even shift an inch.

"Just what I wanted!"

Golden light blazed in Tang Wulin's eyes. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet that lethal beam of starlight sword energy. He actually intended to withstand the Soul Skill with his body!

"Has he gone mad? That's a Soul Skill!"

"Just what you'd expect from the support system—zero combat sense!"

Cries of alarm rose from the stands. The beam of starlight sword energy slammed into Tang Wulin's chest, erupting in a burst of dazzling light.

Boom!

When the dust cleared, everyone