Du Busi led the sisters into the sect, truly entering the heart of the Body Sect.
In an instant, scorching, seething battle intent, almost solid enough to touch, surged toward them like a raging tide. It carried the ringing clash of metal and stone and the thunder of surging blood, assaulting Lan Susu's and Lan Luoluo's senses.
The view suddenly opened up, revealing a spectacular open-air Soul Fighting Arena. The grounds were immense, paved with some unknown black stone. Though hard, it bore countless deep gouges and dents from years of savage blows.
Dozens of disciples of varying ages were fighting in pairs across the arena. Shouts, explosive collisions of soul power, and the dull thuds of bodies striking bodies rang out without pause.
The fighting style here was utterly different from what they had seen at Shrek Academy. There were no dazzling soul skill effects, only far more primal, direct clashes of bodies and the ultimate application of body martial souls.
Lan Susu's pupils contracted slightly. She saw a seemingly frail young man whose arms had transformed into two enormous black hammers. Their swings raised shrill howls of wind, and every strike made the ground tremble faintly. On another side, a girl's ten fingers extended into translucent claws half a foot long, leaving trails of afterimages as they danced through the air. Her attacks were vicious and cunning, aimed straight at her opponent's vulnerable joints. Farther away, a middle-aged man's eyes blazed with brilliant light. It seemed capable of disrupting the mind, making any opponent who met his gaze visibly sluggish and stiff.
"Watch closely. That boy is Wang Yanfeng." Du Busi casually pointed a thick finger, his voice booming like a great bell. The sisters followed his gesture and saw a boy of about seventeen or eighteen locked