Almost the instant Du Weilun finished speaking, Seven, who had been standing there looking utterly out of place among the teachers,
made the first move before anyone could react.
He twisted his legs and lunged at Yang Lin like a wild beast.
As he charged, the Thousand Demon Daggers in Seven's hand instantly broke into hundreds upon thousands of razor-sharp fragments.
The fragments spread through the air, then shot toward the white-haired boy's vital points faster than the naked eye could follow.
Seven himself lowered his body and raced along close to the ground, radiating a vicious determination that cared nothing for the cost.
With his Six Eyes, Yang Lin clearly tracked the fragments' trajectories and dodged them with ease.
While dodging, he even caught a few fragments and flicked them back.
Those blue-violet fragments shot toward Seven even faster than before.
But just before they struck him, Seven casually took control of them and drew them back into the Thousand Demon Daggers.
"Whoa, pretty sharp."
Having caught the blade fragments bare-handed, Yang Lin's long, pale hands were now a bloody mess.
While he was still dodging, Seven closed in, his scarlet eyes cold and indifferent, the hilt held horizontally.
"Gather!"
Seven's voice was cold and devoid of emotion. The instant he spoke, the blade fragments scattered through the air assembled on the hilt.
The blade slashed straight at Yang Lin's waist.
As though he meant to cut him in half.
"Ruthless. Going straight for a cut across my waist right off the bat."
Through Yang Lin's Six Eyes, Seven's entire body was riddled with openings. He gave no thought whatsoever to defense.
But just as the Thousand Demon Daggers was about to slash into Yang Lin's waist, an invisible barrier stopped it.
Limitless!
Seven's expression tightened. Almost the instant Limitless held the blade at bay, he willed it to change.
The blade shattered into fragments again, but this time, dark purple Soul Power connected them instead of letting them scatter.
The blade of the Thousand Demon Daggers, originally only seventy-odd centimeters long, rapidly extended.
"Break!"
Seven tightened his grip on the hilt and once again slashed viciously at Yang Lin's waist.
Limitless, that absolute defense, was penetrated with ease.
This was one of the abilities Yang Lin had bestowed upon Wu Liuqi's Second Martial Soul, the Thousand Demon Daggers.
When its blade separated and extended, its slashes ignored all defenses, including his Limitless.
Only in this state did the Thousand Demon Daggers truly embody all attack, no defense, unrivaled under heaven!
Yang Lin reacted with extraordinary speed, bending backward into a bridge almost instantly.
Then, planting one hand on the ground, he drove a heavy, powerful kick into Seven's chest.
Black Flash!!!
Unexpectedly, that kick unleashed Black Flash, instantly sending Seven flying backward.
Seven reacted quickly as well. Just as he was about to fall outside the assessment area,
he plunged the Thousand Demon Daggers into the ground, then turned it sideways, forcibly halting his backward momentum.
Meanwhile, the five teachers finally reacted and swiftly unleashed their respective Soul Skills.
It couldn't be helped. Although Yang Lin and Seven seemed to have exchanged blows for quite some time, only two or three seconds had actually passed.
Only now had they each completed their Martial Soul Possession.
Yang Wushuang, Zhao Youji, and another teacher whose Martial Soul was a Gale Wolf charged at Yang Lin together.
"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement!"
"Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Compression!"
Zhao Youji used both of his control skills.
Once again, Yang Lin felt as though he had sunk deep into a mire.
"Third Soul Skill: Ice Spike!"
A female teacher with an ice-type Martial Soul, standing farther from the center of the assessment area, also unleashed her Soul Skill.
Countless icicles appeared three meters around Yang Lin, then stabbed fiercely toward him.
The white-haired boy simply stood with one hand in his pocket, quietly watching their attacks.
Aside from Wu Liuqi, who could put a little pressure on him, the others were truly... pitifully weak.
With Limitless, no attack could so much as touch him.
The icicles were no exception. When they came within three or four centimeters of the white-haired boy, they abruptly stopped, then fell freely to the ground.
The teacher with the Gale Wolf was the fastest and reached Yang Lin first.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Gale Slash!"
Dozens of meter-long slashes flew from the teacher's razor-sharp claws.
This time, Yang Lin did not defend passively. Instead, he took the initiative, relying on his Six Eyes' precise reading of space.
With a few quick sidesteps, he evaded an attack that seemingly left no blind spots.
Yang Lin then closed in at tremendous speed, Soul Power enveloping his fist as he slammed a punch into the teacher's abdomen.
Black Flash!!!
Yang Lin had unleashed Black Flash again!
Before the teacher with the Gale Wolf Martial Soul could react, a wrenching pain tore through his abdomen.
Then he too flew backward, coughing up a mist of blood in midair.
Du Weilun seized the moment to catch him out of the air and fed him a healing pill.
That also meant this teacher was out.
Du Weilun couldn't quite understand why the power of Yang Lin's fist multiplied severalfold at the moment of impact.
In the end, he could only explain it with a few words:
"What a monster!"
Du Weilun then glanced at the purple-clad boy, who was clutching his chest and panting slightly.
He had been struck by the same strange attack from Yang Lin.
The five-ring teacher had been sent flying and coughing blood, while this purple-clad boy was merely panting slightly.
What an incredibly powerful physique!
Once again, he sighed in amazement:
"This one's a monster too."
Watching the teacher get eliminated so quickly, Zhao Youji's lips twitched, and his pace gradually slowed.
Yang Wushuang's expression grew grave. The tip of the spear he had been dragging now pointed straight at the white-haired boy.
"Second Soul Skill: Sweeping Army!"
Yang Wushuang's figure flashed as he appeared behind Yang Lin, then swept his spear across.
But it didn't do a damn thing.
He still couldn't hit Yang Lin.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Dragon-Like Spear Thrust!"
Seeing that he couldn't hit Yang Lin, Yang Wushuang immediately activated his Sixth Soul Skill, his strongest Soul Skill.
An ordinary Soul Emperor wouldn't dare take this Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill head-on. One careless move, and they would end up with several holes punched through them.
But it didn't do a damn thing.
He still failed to hit the utterly composed boy.
"Damn it, Old Zhao, this kid's ability is such a cheat! There's no hitting him!"
Yang Wushuang shouted.
Then he felt his spear being restrained, a dragging force pulling through his hands.
At some point, Yang Lin had grabbed his spear shaft.
Yang Wushuang had ample combat experience as well. He immediately released his spear and rapidly retreated.
But Yang Lin had no intention of giving him a chance. Casually shattering the ice shield blocking his path, he swiftly gave chase.
A straightforward punch struck Yang Wushuang's body.
Unfortunately, this punch did not trigger Black Flash, but it still left him suffering badly.
He staggered back dozens of steps, only steadying himself with Zhao Youji's help.
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