Absolute power brought a suffocating crushing force. The battle was no longer in doubt, only a one-sided... brutal assault remained.
" Lingling, that's enough," Xuan Ming said calmly.
"Mmm," Ye Lingling responded softly.
The Nine Heart Begonia in her hand shimmered with light, and a gentle yet powerful healing light suddenly burst forth—but the next moment, all the audience members were stunned.
The light did not fall on Xuan Ming, but instead surged like a tide to the other side of the Soul Fighting Arena, enveloping the Thunder Academy team members who had been severely injured by Xuan Ming and were lying on the ground!
Warm Life energy quickly permeated their broken bodies, and the fractured bones made a faint "crackling" sound as they healed at a visible speed, with deep wounds that exposed bone rapidly closing and scabbing over.
The intense pain subsided, replaced by a tingling, regenerating sensation.
Yu Tianxin struggled to get up from the ground; her body, which had just been healed, still lingered with phantom pain.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Xuan Ming, his voice hoarse with anger and humiliation. "What... what do you mean by this?!"
He absolutely did not believe that this was out of goodwill.
Ever since his grandfather Yu Luomian was completely crippled by Xuan Ming in Heaven Dou City, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Xuan Ming have been locked in an irreconcilable blood feud!
"Although the competition rules are just a piece of paper to me, I still have to respect them," Xuan Ming said calmly.
"Also, I'm curious, how many more times can your bones break?"
" Xuan Ming!!" Yu Tianxin was completely enraged. The remaining Soul Power in his body burned wildly and recklessly. Blue-purple lightning exploded again, making him look like a Thunder God descending to earth, but with a tragic despair.
" Thunder Academy... has no cowards! We will fight to the last drop of blood, and we will never allow you to humiliate us!"
"Team leader!"
"Fight him!"
The remaining team members, ignited by this humiliation, roared and, dragging their newly healed bodies, charged towards Xuan Ming once again with unwavering courage!
However, absolute disparity cannot be bridged by courage alone.
"Bang!"
"Snap--!"
"Roar!"
Each time Xuan Ming's fist landed, it was accompanied by a sickeningly loud cracking sound.
The two Black Dragon behind him moved like Gui Mei, each pounce precisely crushing the bones of his arms and legs!
Blood splattered onto the Soul Fighting once more, tearing open the newly healed wounds instantly, the pain even more intense than before!
Strangely, whenever someone is seriously injured and on the verge of unconsciousness, Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia Light will descend at just the right time, forcibly pulling them back from the brink of death, and their injuries will heal rapidly.
"This is too cruel! This is torture!!" Someone in the audience screamed in disbelief.
"Shut up! This is what real Soul Fighting looks like! It's getting my blood pumping!" An even louder shout immediately drowned him out.
The vast majority of the audience stared wide-eyed, their faces flushed with a mixture of fear and excitement, intently watching the bloody cycle on stage— Destruction and healing, pain and rebirth. Xuan Ming was staging a breathtaking feast of flesh and blood.
In the VIP section, Xue Ye frowned deeply. " Sect Master Ning, isn't this going too far? It goes against the dignity of a Heaven Dou Soul Master!"
Ning Fengzhi remained calm. "Your Majesty, he has not violated the rules. Thunder Academy refuses to admit defeat, so the battle must continue. With Nine Heart Begonia present, his life is not in danger."
Bishop Salas smirked, "Those who rely on unorthodox methods have their own. Your Majesty, when has Xuan Ming's reputation ever been associated with 'morality'? What everyone loves is precisely his undisguised power and ruthlessness!"
The Xue Ye.
Bibi Dong finally turned her gaze away from the distance, glancing indifferently at the arena. Her voice brooked no argument. "Within the rules, there is no fault. Surrender or fight to the death. The laws of the battlefield are that simple."
On stage, the Thunder Academy team members had already reached their limits.
His Soul Power was exhausted, and his body was barely maintained by Ye Lingling's healing, but his spirit was on the verge of collapse due to the excruciating pain of his bones being smashed and bitten off time and time again.
"I'm out of Soul Power." Ye Lingling's face was pale, and she was covered in cold sweat. The light of the Nine Heart Begonia had completely dimmed.
Xuan Ming's fist, which he had thrown, stopped in mid-air. "Go down."
Ye Lingling bit her lip and then quickly left the scene.
The entire Soul Fighting arena was filled with heavy breathing and the stench of blood.
"Shall we continue?" Xuan Ming looked at the Thunder Academy, which could no longer rise again.
Ye Lingling could only heal them, but the pain from his broken bones wouldn't disappear easily. Moreover, after unleashing so many Soul Skill, these guys had long since run out of Soul Power.
If it weren't for Ye Lingling's healing, they would have all fainted long ago.
Yu Tianxin struggled to get up from the ground, her face covered in blood and grime. Half of her left arm had been bitten off by the Black Dragon, and she was teetering on the verge of falling completely.
"It seems Yu Xiaogang is indeed an anomaly; the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has more tough guys than not," Xuan Ming remarked.
"In that case, I should give them the final respect."
Xuan Ming's right arm surged with blood and qi, black dragon scales instantly covered his skin, and his palm transformed into a ferocious dragon claw. Ice-blue Destruction lightning crackled at his fingertips, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.
He walked step by step toward Yu Tianxin, his footsteps echoing like drums in the deathly silent arena, striking the hearts of everyone present.
The terrifying sense of oppression made the air almost freeze. Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath and watched as the dragon claw, imbued with deadly power, slowly rose and aimed at Yu Tianxin's head.
The icy blue lightning surged!
May you rest in peace.
" Xuan Ming!!!"
From below the stage, Liu Erlong let out a heart-wrenching scream!
The dragon claw suddenly stopped about an inch in front of Yu Tianxin, the icy blue lightning vanished instantly, and the Dragon Transformation characteristics quickly faded away.
Xuan Ming his head and glanced coldly at Liu Erlong, who was almost rushing up from below the stage, before turning back.
For the first time, a tranquil white light gently enveloped Yu Tianxin, and her almost severed left arm reconnected and healed slowly but steadily within the light.
After all this was done, the white light dissipated.
Xuan Ming sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness, as if the Death God had just claimed his life hadn't been him. "No injuring, no killing. When have I ever broken the rules of the competition?"
"What... what are you all panicking about?"
He turned away, no longer looking at Yu Tianxin, who had collapsed to the ground and was completely unconscious.
The referee, finally snapping out of his utter shock, hurriedly checked the situation and loudly announced, his voice trembling, "In this match, Imperial Fighting Team wins!"
After a brief moment of deathly silence, the entire central Soul Fighting Arena exploded!
Cheers, curses, gasps of amazement, fear... a cacophony of sounds surged into the sky.
The Thunder Academy team members were carried off the Soul Fighting arena by staff; they were all covered in wounds and looked dejected.
Even while unconscious, Yu Tianxin occasionally frowned, seemingly still enduring the pain of battle.
The teachers at the Thunder Academy had grim faces, their eyes filled with anger and resentment, but they were helpless. After all, Xuan Ming's strength was too great, and they were simply no match for him.
Moreover, the opponent did not violate the rules of the game!
The people from the Thunder Academy were indeed seriously injured, but not to the extent of being disabled, because their injuries are recoverable; they just won't be able to fight for the next two weeks!
In other words, Thunder Academy can basically declare its withdrawal from this Soul Master Tournament!
"Aren't you going a bit too far?"
After the match ended, Xuan Ming left the Great Soul Arena. Dugu Yan and the others did not follow, only Xue Qinghe came along.
" Yu Tianxin is Yu Luomian's grandson. I crippled his grandfather, and he wants revenge. I'm giving him a chance," Xuan Ming said.
"At least it's a chance to vent."
"If you want revenge against me in the future, I will give you that opportunity."
Xue Qinghe was slightly taken aback, "You..."
"Of course, you have to be mentally prepared," Xuan Ming said.
"Just like Yu Tianxin today."
"What do you mean?" Xue Qinghe frowned slightly.
"The literal meaning," Xuan Ming said.
I believe you understand what I'm saying.
Chapter 263 Targeted Medication
Xue Qinghe remained silent for a moment, the air seeming to freeze. He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp. "I want to fight you, right now."
Xuan Ming stopped in his tracks. "Purpose?"
"Let's see just how capable you really are." Xue Qinghe's tone was unusually serious.
Xuan Ming stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."
The strength of Soul Master is not solely determined by their Soul Power Level.
The quality of Martial Soul is the real dividing line.
Low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, top-grade, and even "super Martial Soul " like the Six-Winged Angel that transcend common sense.
Most people possess low to mid-grade Martial Soul Martial Soul, also known as ordinary Martial Soul. In the world of Soul Master, these people are basically just supporting characters because even if they have the same or even higher Soul Power Soul Power those who possess high- Martial Soul or top-grade Martial Soul, they will most likely lose.
As for top- Martial Soul and super Martial Soul, these are somewhat unfair; they can basically be compared to ordinary Martial Soul Master who have one more Soul Ring.
Of course, the stronger the Martial Soul, the more difficult it is to cultivate, and the requirements for talent are almost demanding.
"You haven't made a move in a long time. Are you sure you want to fight?"
After deciding to take action, Qian Renxue and Xuan Ming quickly left Heaven Dou City and arrived at a deserted mountain area a hundred miles away from the main city.
"You think I'm no match for you?" Qian Renxue frowned.
"It's not a feeling, it's a fact," Xuan Ming said calmly.
Qian Renxue disguised herself as Xue Qinghe, and had very few opportunities for actual combat. Her only opponent was probably the Snake Lance Douluo Soul Hunting for her.
The Six-Winged Angel was naturally powerful, but lacked the tempering of life and death. Compared to his experience of crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he was worlds apart.
"What do you think I've been doing for the past six months?" Qian Renxue shouted, her Martial Soul instantly possessing her!
A burst of brilliant golden light erupted, and a sacred aura spread out like a tide, its pressure even surpassing that of an ordinary Soul Saint!
Xuan Ming's eyes narrowed. "It seems I underestimated you."
With a clenched fist, crimson lightning crackled, and the Blood Spear, Entanglement in ominous energy, appeared in his hand!
The moment the spear appeared, a dense, malevolent aura spread out, the air seemed to thicken, and a faint, rusty, bloody smell wafted through the air.
Qian Renxue felt a stinging pain on her skin and immediately activated her Angel Domain, her divine Soul Power surging as she tried to dispel the evil aura.
However, the divine power seemed to stimulate the Blood Spear, and a cold, deathly, and malicious aura instinctively erupted from it, standing in opposition to the divine golden light!
"Is this why you hid the Blood Spear?" Qian Renxue's expression changed slightly.
This ferocity and Evil were not actively controlled by Xuan Ming, but rather were the roar of the Martial Soul itself!
"After absorbing the Soul Ring of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, it became extremely restless." Xuan Ming looked at the spear in his hand that was constantly buzzing and thirsting for blood.
"If I were to use it on the field, a slight mishap could see it devour my opponent. I can suppress it, but it's too troublesome."
He uses competitions to relax; if he has to be timid and restrain himself when it comes to actually fighting, what's the point of relaxing?
"Come!" Qian Renxue's Fifth Soul Ring flashed, and holy fire surged, condensing into a Holy Sword in her palm.
Xuan Ming's eyes flashed, his Blood Spear trembled, and its crimson light surged! His figure shot out like Gui Mei, the Blood Spear slicing through the air with a shrill whistle, aiming straight for Qian Renxue's throat!
Qian Renxue flapped her six wings rapidly, her body suddenly rising higher, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.
The Holy Sword slashed, its scorching sword energy tearing through the sky, distorting the air wherever it passed!
The Xuan Ming Blood Spear stands blocking the way!
boom--!
The sword energy and the Blood Spear clashed fiercely, and a violent energy shockwave exploded in all directions, snapping the surrounding trees in half and sending debris flying everywhere!
After the initial attack, the two resumed their fierce battle.