" Cold Fire Soul Armor!"
A detached voice suddenly rang in Zhu Zhuqing's ears, and the next moment, she was enveloped by a familiar scent.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the figure that suddenly rushed onto the stage and hugged her. Her eyes rippled Sisi. She tossed her hair, which looked like cat ears, and gently rubbed against Xiao Yan's chest.
The familiar scent filled my nostrils, and a sense of peace washed over me.
"Boom!"
A violent shockwave came, and Xiao Yan, holding Zhu Zhuqing, used his semi-transparent armor to block out all the engulfing flames.
The flames behind him failed to penetrate the Soul Armor, nor did they harm the person in his arms.
Xiao Yan looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was covered in dust and dirt, his dark eyes revealing no emotion.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing nestled in his arms, Xiao Yan reached out and ruffled her hair, his fingertips brushing through her hair, releasing a fragrant scent.
"Sweetie, wait for me a moment..."
Xiao Yan rubbed Zhu Zhuqing's head. Still lost in thought, he picked her up and carried her to the edge of the arena, gently setting her down.
After confirming that Zhu Zhuqing was only slightly exhausted and looked somewhat disheveled, Xiao Yan turned around and looked at the red-haired man opposite him, who was wearing light black armor covered with flame patterns.
How do you want to die?
Xiao Yan's words rang out on the competition stage, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Then everyone looked at Xiao Yan with teasing expressions.
Despite saving Zhu Zhuqing, and despite blocking Yan's attack.
However, everyone could clearly sense the Soul Power fluctuations emanating from Xiao Yan: level 40!
I just broke through to the Soul Ancestor!
But what about Yan?
The Spirit Hall Golden Generation has already reached the Soul King realm!
That's a whole realm of difference, buddy. What are you pretending for?
Yan looked at the cold-faced, somewhat immature young man in front of him, and suddenly realized what was happening. He spoke up:
" Xiao Yan?"
Then, as if in response to what Xiao Yan had just said, he spoke with a smile:
"Hmm... then you might as well just smash me to death with your punches... hahahaha..."
In the end, even Yan himself couldn't help but laugh.
Although the process was somewhat bumpy, we encountered a stubborn person who refused to admit defeat.
Fortunately, he achieved his goal; at least Xiao Yan was out.
"Um."
Xiao Yan nodded slightly, then looked at the academy teacher dressed in a moon-white robe beside him and said:
"Could you please leave?"
The academy teacher, who had been in charge of preventing accidents during the dueling rounds, was taken aback upon hearing this. Only then did he realize that Xiao Yan was talking to him, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.
He glanced at Xiao Yan indifferently and said:
"The academy stipulates that my duty is to prevent accidents from happening on the competition stage; you can't order me around."
"Oh..." Xiao Yan nodded gently, the Black Dragon dragon on his wrist gleaming.
The token from Qian Renxue instantly appeared in her hand, which she raised high and looked once more at the teacher in the moon-white robe:
"And now?"
Upon seeing the Elder Token in Xiao Yan's hand, the teacher in the moon-white robe suddenly froze, the muscles at the corner of his eye twitching slightly. He glanced subtly at Yan beside him, then bowed and said:
"Your Highness commands."
Even the crowd that had been laughing around the arena fell silent, their sarcastic smiles frozen on their faces.
Then, Xiao Yan looked at Yan opposite him, his voice still calm, and said lightly:
" Xiao Yan, a level 40 Control-Type Battle Spirit Master, Martial Soul Bone Spirit Cold Flame."
Yan withdrew his gaze from the token in Xiao Yan's hand, suppressing his surprise and doubt, and looked at Xiao Yan with a hint of seriousness:
"Yan, a level 51 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, with the Martial Soul Flame Lord!"
Both sides simply announced their identities; this is the battle rule of the Soul Master World world.
The words had barely left his lips when the battle between the two sides began.
laugh!
Cold white flames enveloped Xiao Yan, and a pitch-black shadow emerged from beneath his feet, silently merging into his body.
Although Xiao Yan was furious, he remained remarkably calm.
He knew that at level 40, he was inferior to Yan in both physical fitness and Soul Power.
Therefore, there's no need for initial probing.
Soul Division Martial Soul, Fusion!
With his Soul Power surging within him, Xiao Yan's physical body also received the enhancement effect of his Martial Soul.
"Laugh!"
Xiao Yan did not condense the Condensed Soul Stab.
Neither ice spikes nor spears are necessary given such a difference in Soul Power Level.
If I attack now, I won't be able to hit my opponent. My Soul Power Level is a disadvantage, as is my total Soul Power.
Therefore, he must conserve every bit of Soul Power.
Beat him to death!
His figure flickered like Gui Mei, and in a few breaths he was right in front of Yan.
Yan hadn't expected Xiao Yan to choose close-quarters combat.
However, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
Isn't the other party underestimating the strengthening effect of Soul Power on their body?
Having broken through to the Soul King and absorbed Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, his physical strength had increased significantly.
"Overestimating yourself!"
Seeing Xiao Yan's fist swinging towards him, Yan's eyes revealed disdain. He simply didn't know what Xiao Yan had that was worth Nana's attention.
The flame patterns on the black armor burst forth with dazzling light, and Yan's entire body seemed to erupt with terrifying Soul Power fluctuations.
Seeing Xiao Yan's outstretched fist, he met it with his own fist.
A head-on clash? Who's afraid of whom?!
Do you really think I got the title of "Golden Generation" just because I picked it up?
"Bang!"
White flames enveloped Xiao Yan's fist, while crimson light erupted from his body.
Two beams of light, one red and one white, suddenly collided.
Although neither used Soul Skill, their fists clashed, and a surging tide of Soul Power spread outwards.
As their fists collided, Yan, who had initially looked disdainful, was immediately replaced by astonishment.
Feeling the surging force from the fist, Yan's eyes widened in shock.
Immediately afterward, his fist came into contact with the white flames, and the Soul Power circulating within his body began to stagnate, his thoughts also became somewhat rigid.
Xiao Yan knew his advantage; he had anticipated the pain from the fist, and it was still within his tolerance.
Red Flame and Cold Fire clashed on the dueling platform.
Upon first contact, the white flames surged, pressing down on Yan.
"Click-clack-click-clack..."
The originally raging and violent white flames suddenly transformed into extreme cold in the next moment.
The arena was covered with frost, and a chill immediately spread outwards.
The crowd below stared in astonishment as they watched the arena instantly covered in frost.
Did they see wrong?
A level 40 Soul Ancestor clashing head-on with a level 51 Soul King, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage?
It even seems that Yan suffered a loss in silence?
A breeze blew by, carrying the chill from the competition platform far away, causing the crowd below to shiver and feel a chill rise from their backs.