Ice crystals enveloped the arena.
The extreme chill completely overshadowed the crimson flames erupting from Yan's body.
Despite the pain in his fist, Xiao Yan didn't even flinch.
Even with the enhancement of the fusion of the Soul Division Martial Soul, how could he possibly emerge unscathed from a head-on clash with Yan?
When the weak confront the strong, the key is to exploit the information gap and to catch them off guard.
Although Xiao Yan was filled with anger because of Zhu Zhuqing's injury, it didn't mean he had lost his mind.
I do have some experience in battles.
At this moment, taking advantage of the opportunity when the Bone Spirit Cold Flame distracted Yan, expanding the gains would be the best option.
so...
" Cold Fire - Netherworld Lock!"
The impact of their fists colliding caused both Xiao Yan and Yan to stagger back several steps.
The difference is that Xiao Yan has suppressed the restless Soul Power within his body, while Yan, because it is his first time coming into contact with the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, is unprepared for the freezing sensation that affects his soul.
By the time he realized what was happening, he was already a step too late for Xiao Yan!
A purple Soul Ring flashed on Xiao Yan's body. His figure froze, and then he took a step forward and rushed towards Yan's location once again.
"Whoosh!"
When Yan sensed the killing intent in the air, broke free from the influence of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, and came to his senses, two transparent chains had already spread to his side.
" Granite Body!"
In that brief encounter, Yan had already sensed the strangeness of Xiao Yan's martial soul.
Before he could react, seeing the white chains binding him from both sides, he knew there was no chance of escape.
Only by withstanding this attack from the opponent can we have a chance to counterattack!
My Soul Power Level is eleven levels higher than the opponent's!
A whole new realm!
Therefore, Yan was confident that even if he suffered a loss at the beginning, as long as he could withstand this wave of attacks, he would be able to turn the tide and win.
The Yellow Soul Ring flashed, and Yan unleashed his only defensive Soul Skill, as streams of earth-attribute energy converged towards his body.
It quickly coalesced into a suit of armor on his body.
Feeling the continuous flow of earth-attribute energy converging towards him, Yan showed little worry.
Only endless rage!
As a member of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, he hadn't been this angry in a long time.
On the competition stage of the Spirit Hall Academy, under the watchful eyes of so many people, he was utterly humiliated by a mere level 40 Soul Ancestor.
This enraged Yan immensely!
"Click click click..."
The white chains had completely blocked Yan's escape route.
Two white chains wrapped around Yan's body.
Although isolated by the armor, Yan also keenly sensed that the Soul Power within his body had become stagnant once again. Even the armor formed on his body surface had become much more fragile due to the obstruction of Soul Power.
Looking up, Yan met a pair of cold eyes.
As Xiao Yan looked at Yan, who was controlled by the Netherworld Lock, the Dou Technique given to him by Battle Through the Heavens Xiao Yan the Heavens appeared in his mind.
Naturally, the Soul Power within his body converged towards his right elbow.
"Eight Extremes... Collapse!"
With the Soul Division Martial Soul possessing him, the Soul Power within his body flowed freely.
This is Dou Technique that I have tried to unleash many times before but failed.
At this moment, however, it was released naturally, as if he had already known it by heart.
"Laugh!"
Xiao Yan's eyes flashed coldly, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yan once again. His right elbow, enveloped in Soul Power, slammed hard into Yan's chest.
Yan, whose eyes were originally filled with rage.
After sensing the power of Xiao Yan's attack, a look of shock appeared in his eyes, followed by a hint of panic.
Unfortunately, under the seal of the Netherworld Lock, the circulation of his Soul Power was as slow as a tortoise.
Add to that a slow mind.
He had no chance to react.
Xiao Yan's right elbow slammed hard into Yan's chest.
The armor that had just been formed by unleashing its Soul Skill cracked under Xiao Yan's elbow strike.
"Click..."
Cracks appeared on his chest, and then, as if triggering a chain reaction, they spread rapidly in all directions.
"Boom..."
In the end, Yan's armor shattered right before everyone's eyes!
The armor shattered, but Xiao Yan did not retract his force.
The powerful Soul Power traveled down Xiao Yan's right elbow and landed on Yan's chest.
"Bang!"
A dull thud rang out as Xiao Yan's right elbow struck the flame pattern on Yan's chest.
The Soul Power broke through the surface from a single point, spreading outwards along Yan's chest and leaving its mark wantonly on Yan's body.
Under the powerful force of the attack.
Yan's figure was sent flying backwards.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the two white, transparent chains that had been controlling Yan tightened, and Yan's figure fell into the air, still controlled by the chains.
Then, the chains snapped!
Yan's figure flew out of the air, landing directly outside the arena. He soared high into the air, passed over the crowd, and crashed into the playground.
The crimson flames on Yan's body were completely extinguished.
Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and the arena in his vision gradually blurred. The black figure on the arena seemed to have become just a thin line.
Before Yan's vision faded into darkness, the image of Xiao Yan's dark eyes resurfaced in his mind once more.
Profound, cold, and containing... murderous intent.
For a moment, the entire competition stage fell silent.
The onlookers' gazes had already followed Yan Ling's flying figure to the playground.
Seeing Yan fall into complete silence and have already fainted, the crowd still retained a look of shock in their eyes.
After a long while, everyone mechanically turned around and looked at the black figure still standing on the competition platform.
During the exchange of blows with Yan and the release of the Eight Extremes Collapse technique.
Xiao Yan's clothes on his right arm were completely torn.
His right fist was slightly twisted; he had been seriously injured in the clash with Yan just now.
At this moment, his entire right arm was burning with pain and had lost all feeling, hanging limply at his side.
Xiao Yan kept his gaze fixed on Yan's location, remaining motionless.
The crowd erupted in fury as they watched Xiao Yan stand on the stage!
"This... how is this possible?!"
"That's Yan! Yan from the Golden Generation! And he was actually defeated by this person?"
" Soul Ancestor defeating Soul King so cleanly and decisively? If it weren't for Yan, I would have suspected it was a fixed match..."
"..."
A cacophony of voices arose, and all eyes were fixed on Xiao Yan, their gazes Frenzy!
To defeat a stronger opponent with the weak, especially considering that Yan is a highly renowned figure within the Spirit Hall Academy!
The crowd was thrilled and cheered continuously.
On the stage, Xiao Yan wasn't unwilling to move; rather, he was suppressing the chaotic Soul Power within his body.
This battle seemed easy and comfortable.
But that's not actually the case.
How many trump cards does Xiao Yan currently have against his enemies?
Clone Martial Soul Fusion, Netherworld Lock, Eight Extremes Collapse...
Aside from the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring he had just absorbed, he had used all the trump cards he had.
Moreover, it was by taking advantage of the properties of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame that Yan was caught off guard at the beginning.
Therefore, it was only through a series of combo attacks that Yan was completely stunned and defeated.
Otherwise, if Yan had been given a chance to adjust, this battle would certainly not have been won so easily.
Despite employing a series of trump cards, Xiao Yan was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.
His entire right arm was completely immobile at the moment, and even the Soul Power within his body was in complete chaos. During his battle with Yan, he had also suffered considerable internal injuries.
At the edge of the arena, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes shone brightly as she looked at the boy who seemed to radiate light; her eyes were only on him.