Inside the martial arts hall, Lin Mo and Yang Wudi were once again locked in battle.
The Blood Soul Spear and the Soul Breaking Spear clashed repeatedly, Fire Star flying, and the clanging of metal echoed throughout the empty hall.
Lin Mo's Blood Soul Spear was repeatedly cracked by Yang Wudi's Soul Breaking Spear, but each time new blood energy surged out, instantly repairing the cracks.
As the Blood Soul Spear was continuously repaired, a faint, pungent smell of blood permeated the martial arts hall.
The stench of blood, combined with the murderous aura emanating from Lin Mo and the chilling coldness emanating from that strange domain, gave Yang Wudi an absurd illusion.
He wasn't sparring with the future sect leader, but fighting to the death against an unprecedented demon who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
What shocked Yang Wudi even more was Lin Mo's improvement.
He wasn't sure what ability his sect leader was currently using—was it Martial Soul or a special Soul Bone?
However, some clues can be gleaned from Lin Mo's use of the spear: he has a certain foundation, but lacks exquisite skills.
It was purely due to the force of the brick flying.
But as time went on, Lin Mo's marksmanship improved noticeably through sparring with him.
At first, Lin Mo's attacks were somewhat clumsy and full of flaws, which he only managed to make Sheer Force for by relying on his amazing strength and speed.
But after a dozen or so rounds, his spear technique had become quite sophisticated; his thrusts, parries, sweeps, and parries all began to have a structured rhythm.
Originally, the attacks were just straight thrusts, but gradually more variations appeared, and the trembling of the spear even hinted at the style of the Soul Breaking Spear.
Later on, Yang Wudi found it increasingly difficult to find any obvious flaws in Lin Mo's marksmanship.
Is this kid using me as a guinea pig?
Yang Wudi was horrified.
In such a short time, his marksmanship has improved so much. Such a learning ability is simply unheard of.
What frustrated Yang Wudi even more was that the damned domain was suppressing his strength, while the strange blood energy on Lin Mo's body was constantly strengthening him.
With this shift in power, he, an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, was actually being suppressed by a Seven-Ring Soul Sage.
Immediately afterwards, the first Soul Ring on Yang Wudi's Soul Breaking Spear lit up.
The First Soul Skill of the Soul- Soul Breaking Spear: Tremor.
A burst of explosive energy erupted simultaneously from Yang Wudi's body and the spear. The violent energy temporarily deflected the Blood Soul Spear from Lin Mo's hand, and at the same time, it allowed Yang Wudi's own aura to reach its peak during the explosion.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Wudi took two steps back to create distance and shouted, "Sect Master, be careful now, I'm about to use my Soul Skill!"
He didn't want to use his Soul Skill.
Even with his superior cultivation level, Yang Wudi still had to use his Soul Skill to contend with a junior; it was truly shameful to admit it.
In his original understanding, even if he, the Soul Douluo of the Soul Breaking Spear, did not use his Soul Skill, the strength of his Martial Soul alone would be enough to defeat Lin Mo in this state.
But as time went on, Yang Wudi realized that he was completely wrong.
Under the influence of the strange changes in the domain and Lin Mo, he became the one who was at a disadvantage.
The more he fought, the more frustrated and alarmed he became, which finally forced Wudi to stop using his Soul Skill.
Lin Mo laughed loudly, brandishing the Blood Soul Spear in his hand. "Clan Chief Yang, please feel free."
The moment he finished speaking, his blood energy erupted once more, and he transformed into a streak of crimson light, attacking Yang Wudi once more.
Their speed and ferocity forced Invincible to retreat again, creating distance once more.
For Lin Mo, the sparring match with Yang Wudi was quite exhilarating.
He had fought against Eight-Ring Soul Douluo before.
In the Slaughter City, he has killed more than one Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
Without the ability to use their Soul Skill, those people were no different from innocent children compared to Yang Wudi.
But Yang Wudi is different.
His fighting spirit was also extremely tenacious; even under the suppression of the Divine Slaughter's Domain, he could still unleash astonishing combat power.
Moreover, even with the suppression of the Divine Slaughter's Domain, Yang Wudi's Soul Breaking Spear still put immense pressure on Lin Mo.
This kind of pressure is exactly what he needs.
Lin Mo had no doubt that even if Yang Wudi were thrown into the Slaughter City, he would still be able to win in the Hell Slaughter Arena based on his own strength.
Such purely offensive Soul Master, in that kind of environment, were simply born killing machines.
The battle continues.
The two clashed again, their crimson spears and dark Soul Breaking Spear clashing repeatedly, sparks Ember everywhere.
After Yang Wudi temporarily repelled Lin Mo with his First Soul Skill, the second and Fifth Soul Ring on the Soul Breaking Spear lit up simultaneously.
A ring of black flames rose from Yang Wudi's body, and the Soul Breaking Spear, enveloped in this black flame, exuded an even sharper aura, increasing both its Infiltrator power and attack power.
The Second Soul Skill, Penetration, increases Infiltrator power by 100%.
Fifth Soul Skill, Break, increases the attack power of the Soul Breaking Spear.
With the two Soul Skill combined, Yang Wudi's aura instantly surged to its peak.
The next moment, he gripped the gun with both hands, his entire being becoming one with the Soul Breaking Spear, and thrust it straight at Lin Mo.
Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.
The black flames Entanglement around the gun left a long trail of fire in the air, making it look incredibly powerful.
Seeing this, a fervent glint flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, revealing a look of eager anticipation.
But to Yang Wudi's surprise, Lin Mo suddenly dropped the spear in his hand, abandoning his idea of a head-on confrontation.
Instead, in an instant, a suit of armor formed from blood energy suddenly appeared on Lin Mo's body.
The armor was entirely blood-red, covering most of his upper body, and radiating a rich, bloody light.
Lin Mo neither dodged nor evaded, letting the Soul Breaking Spear pierce his right chest.
This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
He had long wanted to test how effective the Nirvana Soul Skill attached to the Scarlet Phoenix Wings was when facing injuries.
He had never truly faced a life-or-death crisis in the Slaughter City, so he never had the chance to try.
Now, with a powerful figure like Yang Wudi present, it's a perfect opportunity to test his Soul Breaking Spear.
Yang Wudi's attack power was strong enough, but not beyond his tolerance limit, making him an ideal test subject.
Upon seeing this, Yang Wudi was greatly alarmed.
He instinctively tried to pull the Soul Breaking Spear back, but it was too late.
The tip of the Soul Breaking Spear had already pierced through Lin Mo's blood-blood armor and penetrated straight into his body.
Pfft.
The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed throughout the martial arts hall.
The spear tip pierced Lin Mo's right chest and emerged through his back, raising a cloud of blood.
Blood dripped down the gun barrel, splashing onto the ground in clusters of crimson blossoms.
Yang Wudi instinctively closed his eyes, involuntarily exclaiming in his heart, "Oh no!"
No one knew better than him the extent of his attack power with the Soul Breaking Spear, which he had cultivated to the level of Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
With the enhancement of the second and Fifth Soul Skill, let alone Lin Mo, a Soul Saint, even if it were a Titled Douluo, being stabbed like that would leave them either dead or crippled.
They clashed again. It had been too long since they had gone all out, and they got carried away, forgetting that Lin Mo in front of them was just a Soul Saint.
That's good now.
If the sect leader really gets into trouble, not only will he lose the Aromatic Silk Beauty he just acquired, Breaking Clan will also be in danger.
He clearly remembered that after Dugu Bo caught the Star Luo Imperial Family in the act of attacking Lin Mo, they were immediately cornered in the palace by Dugu Bo, losing face completely.
They were only testing Lin Mo before they could even hurt Lin Mo, yet they ended up injuring Lin Mo like this.
He didn't even want to think about the consequences if that Poison Douluo found out.
Just then, a voice with a hint of snarling reached Yang Wudi's ears.
"Hey, senior, open your eyes, I'm fine."
Yang Wudi suddenly opened his eyes.
Lin Mo was standing in front of him, baring his teeth, his hands gripping the shaft of the Soul Breaking Spear that was embedded in his chest cavity, and he pulled it out forcefully.
Pfft.
Blood mist splattered again as he forcefully pulled the Soul Breaking Spear out. Blood gushed from the wound, instantly staining half of his body red.
Lin Mo tossed the Soul Breaking Spear to Yang Wudi, who had just recovered from his shock.
Yang Wudi caught it instinctively and glanced down at the tip of the spear.
The tip of the gun still bore traces of bright red blood, warm and real.
He looked up at Lin Mo again.
Lin Mo had a fist-sized hole in his right chest, a bloody mess, with broken bones and internal organs visible inside.
With injuries like that, an ordinary person would have collapsed and been unable to get up long ago.
But Lin Mo stood there as if nothing had happened, and even smiled at him.
The next moment, something unexpected happened.
A burst of Red flames rose from Lin Mo's body, instantly engulfing him.
The flames weren't scorching hot; instead, they carried a warm aura.
Enveloped in flames, the fist-sized hole in Lin Mo's right chest began to heal at a visible speed.
Flesh and blood regeneration, bones remodeled, skin blessed.
In just a few breaths, the wound disappeared completely, leaving no scar.
The flames gradually died down.
Lin Mo stood shirtless in the same spot, completely unharmed, as if the shot had never happened.
Nirvana, solemnly initiated.
Lin Mo stretched his right arm, feeling the renewed strength within him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The External Soul Bone; the Nirvana Soul Skill attached to the Scarlet Phoenix Wings was even more effective at restoring his injuries than he had expected.
Such injuries would have been enough to seriously injure him and require a long period of recovery in the past, but now they only consumed one use of Nirvana.
Yang Wudi on the other side was completely dumbfounded.
He stood there, stunned, still clutching the bloodstained Soul Breaking Spear in his hand, his mouth slightly open, but no sound came out.
Is this... is this something a human could do?
Pierced through the chest by his own Soul Breaking Spear, he recovered completely in the blink of an eye?
He had never seen such a level of recovery before.
This isn't just treatment, it's Nirvana rebirth!