Battle Results

A skill that looked utterly ordinary, even somewhat underwhelming, could, when paired with Air Bullet, leave most Soul Masters helpless.

In the past, Yan Jin had lost to Amon every time because of this move.

Vidal smiled confidently. "It may be troublesome, but I happen to have a way to deal with it."

He charged at Amon again.

His first Spirit Ring lit up, and a gem-like shield—pale pink and exquisitely beautiful—appeared before him, moving along with him.

The Air Bullets struck the shield, setting off a series of explosive cracks.

Vidal frowned. This was different from what he had imagined. His First Soul Skill, Gem Shield, could dissipate energy attacks and block physical attacks as well, but he still had to bear the resulting impact himself.

He had originally thought Amon's invisible Soul Skill was some sort of pure energy condensation. He had not expected it to possess physical substance!

"Heh, it seems your methods aren't quite so effective either." Amon smiled. "Air Bullet uses Soul Power to gather air, wraps it up, and fires it out. It isn't made of Soul Power alone. So even if your Gem Shield dissipates the Soul Power on the surface of the Air Bullet, the bursting air will still carry an impact."

Amon increased his Soul Power output and raised his right hand, spreading his fingers.

It was as though a vortex had appeared in his palm, drawing the surrounding air ceaselessly toward its center.

"Void Refining Bullet!"

With a sound like shattering glass, the shield before Vidal broke into fragments, then dissolved into energy and scattered away.

By then, Vidal had already rushed in front of Amon.

I've won!

That thought flashed through his mind.

Anyone who saw Amon's attire and fighting style would take him for a long-range Soul Master who was poor at close combat.

Yet when Vidal's fist was about to touch Amon, it was blocked by a fair hand.

Before he could react, the world spun around him.

Amon grabbed his wrist, flung him forward, then kicked him in the chest and sent him flying.

The bodily control granted by his First Soul Skill, along with the ability to predict his opponent's movements granted by his Third Soul Skill, made Amon invincible in close combat.

Vidal landed on the ground flat on his backside, still looking rather dazed.

Amon's movements had been too fast—so fast that even after being kicked away, Vidal had no idea how Amon had done it. He had only seen a black blur flash past, and then he was inexplicably lying on the ground.

"I never said I could only attack from afar."

Amon's calm voice brought Vidal back to his senses. He knew he had already lost, but he was still somewhat unwilling to accept it.

"I was careless just now. Let's do it again. I'll show you my Third Soul Skill!"

Vidal pushed himself off the ground and rose with a backflip. Before he could steady himself, an Air Bullet struck his knee, forcing him to drop to one knee.

"Don't tell your opponent what you intend to do. We're still in combat."

Vidal had initially been annoyed that Amon had interrupted his stylish recovery, but after hearing those words, he calmed down and nodded. "I've learned something."

His third purple Spirit Ring lit up. A layer of cyan radiance appeared around Vidal, then transformed into spiraling blades that revolved endlessly around him.

"Be careful. This is my Third Soul Skill, Wind King Roar!"

However, before he could make another move, he saw a sight that left him stunned.

A Void Refining Bullet more than two meters in diameter had already gathered before Amon. The surging Soul Power radiated an immense sense of pressure.

With just one glance, Vidal understood that if he were hit head-on, he would certainly die. Even the blast's aftermath was not something he could casually withstand.

He shook his head helplessly, dispersed the wind blades around him, and raised both hands in surrender. "All right, all right, I'm done fighting. You win."

With a wave of his hand, Amon dispersed the Void Refining Bullet. That effortless gesture made Vidal feel that Amon was even more unfathomable.

Amon adjusted his monocle. "Then I'm the captain."

"Mm. There's no doubting your strength," Vidal said sincerely.

In truth, Amon's Void Refining Bullet had only been for show. Even he could not gather such an enormous air bomb in such a short time.

He had merely deliberately created such a massive air vortex, then returned part of the Soul Power collected through the Manifestation of his First Spirit Ring's Steal, creating the illusion of overwhelming force.

When he truly attacked, it was usually done in complete silence.

Yan Jin gave Amon a suspicious look. Relying on her intuition and her understanding of him, she sensed that something was off about that move, but she could not figure out what. She scratched her head.

Inside the discussion hall of the Pope Palace, a woman stood at the center, quietly watching the old man kneeling on one knee before her. She wore a luxurious black robe embroidered with golden patterns, a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, and held a two-meter-long scepter studded with countless gems. Her skin was fair, and her features were flawless.

Behind her was a vividly lifelike, brilliantly colored Angel Mural. The Six-Winged Angel spread its wings and cast down countless rays of light. Below it, all living beings worshipped, and every race submitted.

The angel was positioned directly above the woman, lending her an added air of mystery and nobility.

This noble and elegant woman was the current Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

"You're saying that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has appeared in the Ironheart Mountains?" A hint of excitement entered Bibi Dong's gentle voice.

"Yes, Your Holiness. It is a large red serpent... The intelligence came from the branch hall in Ironheart City, so it should be accurate," the old man answered respectfully.

"Chrysanthemum Elder, Ghost Elder..."

At her soft call, two figures, one black and one white, appeared behind her.

"Gather some people. Do not bring anyone below level seventy."

"Yes." Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed slightly.

Just as Bibi Dong gathered a large group and prepared to leave Spirit City for the Ironheart Mountains, a voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.

"Wait here for a while. I have something to do." With that, she headed toward the Elder Hall.

A tall, burly old man stood quietly waiting at the entrance to the Elder Hall.

"What do you want with me, Qian Daoliu?" Bibi Dong asked coldly.

"You intend to go to the Ironheart Mountains?"

"So what if I do? Are you planning to stop me?"

Qian Daoliu's expression did not change as he replied calmly, "You'd best not go... Back when Ji broke through to level ninety, I took him to the Ironheart Mountains as well, hoping to give him the best."

"Don't mention that person in front of me..." Bibi Dong ground out through clenched teeth.

Ignoring her anger, Qian Daoliu tore open his sleeve and exposed his shoulder. "This was the result back then."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted.

There was a large patch of burn scars across his shoulder.

Though she loathed Qian Xunji's family, she had to admit that the old man before her truly was the strongest person on the Douluo Continent today—a peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine!

What kind of terrifying Soul Beast could leave such a wound on him?

"The Iron Mountain Lord, the Crimson Lotus Great Serpent... In that environment, where the fire element is extraordinarily active, even I must be wary of it... I do not want Xue'er to lose her mother as well."

After saying that, Qian Daoliu turned and walked into the hall.

Watching his departing back, Bibi Dong fell silent.

She sent a voice transmission to Yue Guan and Gui Mei. "The plan is canceled. Disperse everyone..."

"This..." Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked at each other.