On the arena, Zhang Lie looked at the six Soul Ring that appeared on Xiao Yan's body and stood awkwardly in place.
If Xiao Yan were only Soul King, he could still bite the bullet and ask Xiao Yan for guidance, but facing Xiao Yan, who was at the Soul Emperor Realm, he knew that he would never be a match for him.
But Xiao Yan's words, "Make your move," rekindled a fighting spirit in his heart.
Third Soul Skill: Azure Wolf Howls at the Moon!
Zhang Lie shouted sharply, and his Third Soul Ring suddenly lit up!
He roared to the sky, and a visible sound wave emanated from his mouth, transforming into a phantom image of a gray wolf that pounced on Xiao Yan!
This is a psychological attack that can cause someone to lose focus temporarily!
Xiao Yan stood still, without even moving a step.
He merely raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze falling on the phantom of the gray wolf rushing towards him.
"Buzz--"
A massive surge of Soul Power quietly emanated from between his brows.
The phantom of the gray wolf rushed to within three feet of Xiao Yan, but suddenly seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, letting out a mournful howl before instantly dissipating!
Zhang Lie's expression changed, and he felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if his mental attack had been forcefully shattered and was backfiring on him!
He staggered back two steps, his eyes filled with horror.
Xiao Yan remained standing in the same spot, his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the wind.
"Shall we continue?" he asked calmly.
Zhang Lie gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed the throbbing pain surging in his mind.
Elder Xiao's abilities are outstanding; I am completely convinced.
But since it's a competition, I want to... try again!
As soon as he finished speaking, his Fourth Soul Ring lit up!
Fourth Soul Skill: Azure Wolf Iron Claws!
His hands transformed into sharp claws, covered in a layer of iron-gray light, and he pounced on Xiao Yan like a real wolf!
As fast as the wind!
Xiao Yan looked at Zhang Lie rushing towards him, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
Even when faced with a formidable foe, Zhang Lie did not back down, which instead inspired a sense of respect in Xiao Yan.
However, Xiao Yan did not use any Soul Skill. He simply stepped lightly with his right foot, and his figure floated back like a falling leaf, just avoiding Zhang Lie's swift attack.
Back then, guided by the Yao Lao in the Tagor Desert, his movements became as swift as the wind.
Zhang Lie's claw missed its mark, and before he could even regain his footing, he found Xiao Yan already standing beside him.
"Good speed."
Xiao Yan's voice rang in his ear, "But being too direct makes it easy to predict."
Zhang Lie felt a chill and wanted to turn around, but found that Xiao Yan's finger was already lightly touching his waist.
A wisp of pale flame spilled from his fingertips and instantly disappeared into his body.
Zhang Lie's body suddenly stiffened.
The chill wasn't intense, but it perfectly sealed off the flow of his Soul Power, rendering him unable to move.
"What... what kind of Soul Skill is this?" Zhang Lie exclaimed in shock.
Xiao Yan withdrew his finger and smiled slightly.
"It's not Soul Skill, just a small application of fire. Admit defeat."
Zhang Lie gave a bitter smile and lowered his head.
I surrender.
Xiao Yan waved his hand gently, and the chill dissipated from his body.
Zhang Lie regained his mobility, bowed deeply to Xiao Yan, and turned to walk off the arena.
A gasp of amazement erupted from the audience.
"Is that all?"
" Xiao Yan only used his Soul Ring from beginning to end; he didn't even use Soul Skill!"
"That's too strong! Zhang Lie is a level 54 Soul King, yet he couldn't even make Xiao Yan take him seriously!"
"Is this the power of Soul Emperor?"
"No, this is Xiao Yan's strength!!"
In the athletes' rest area, Hu Liena watched this scene, a complex light flashing in her eyes.
She originally thought that after two years of hard training, even if she couldn't surpass Xiao Yan, she could at least close the gap.
But now she realized that Xiao Yan's rate of progress was far more terrifying than she had imagined.
" Na'er," Xie Yue's voice rang in her ear, " Xiao Yan's strength has far surpassed ours. Don't be too fixated on it."
Hu Liena bit her lip and did not answer.
On the arena, Xiao Yan had already turned and walked off.
After a brief eye contact with Hu Liena, Xiao Yan paused slightly and nodded to the Pope's personal disciple.
His gaze was calm and composed, devoid of provocation or disdain. He merely glanced at her briefly before turning away and continuing his walk toward the players' rest area.
Hu Liena's fingers clenched slightly.
She suddenly stood up.
Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan stopped and turned to look at her.
Hu Liena took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye.
"After the match, I'd like to play another one with you."
Xiao Yan looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.
"Good."
A single, simple word stirred up a complex mix of emotions within Hu Liena.
She didn't know why Xiao Yan had agreed, but she knew she had to seize this opportunity.
The following matches were rather dull, with Xiao Yan advancing easily all the way through.
In the second round, his opponent was a level 55 Soul King with the Martial Soul Flame Lion.
This person is named Yan Lie, from a branch of the Heaven Dou Empire, and has a fiery temper.
Third Soul Skill: Lie Yan Roar!
As the referee announced the start, Yan Lie opened his mouth and spewed out a thick pillar of flame that swept towards Xiao Yan!
Xiao Yan shook his head as he looked at the flames rushing towards him.
flame?
Playing with fire in front of him?
He didn't even light up his Soul Ring; he simply raised his right hand, palm facing the pillar of flame.
Pale Bone Spirit Cold Flame surged from his palm, transforming into a vortex.
The pillar of flame rushed into the vortex, only to be completely devoured by the Bone Spirit Cold Flame and vanish without a trace!
Yan Lie's eyes widened.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Xiao Yan did not answer, but simply waved his right hand lightly.
A thin, pale flame shot out from his palm and landed on the arena beneath Yan Lie's feet.
The moment the flames touched the ground, a thin layer of frost condensed on the surface of the arena, quickly spreading towards the Yan Lie!
Yan Lie's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge, but the frost spread too quickly!
His feet were frozen to the ring, and he couldn't move!
"Are you admitting defeat?" Xiao Yan asked.
Yan Lie struggled a few times, but found he couldn't break free at all, so he could only nod with a wry smile.
I surrender.
Xiao Yan withdrew the flames, turned around, and walked off the arena.
Upon advancing to the Soul Emperor level, his control over the Bone Spirit Cold Flame increased once again. Although the Bone Spirit Cold Flame he unleashed several times was not Soul Skill, it still provided him with a significant boost.
However, thanks to the terrifying characteristics of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, its effect is in no way weaker than that of ordinary Soul Master ' Soul Skill.
In the third round, the opponent was a level 56 Soul King with the Martial Soul Mysterious Ice Turtle.
The man was dressed in a blue robe, had a sinister face, and exuded a chilling aura.
After stepping onto the stage, he looked at Xiao Yan with apprehension in his eyes.
The Mysterious Ice Turtle excels at defense, but unfortunately, against Xiao Yan, the extreme flames actually made it the opponent's weakness.
As the opponent's Martial Soul Possession, Xiao Yan raised his right hand, and a pale flame lotus flower condensed in his palm.
The Fire Lotus was only the size of a palm, yet it exuded a chilling aura—a strange blend of extreme cold and extreme heat.
The Mysterious Ice Turtle Soul King's expression changed, instinctively sensing danger.
Xiao Yan didn't say much, he just gave him a gentle push.
The Fire Lotus slowly drifted towards the Mysterious Ice Turtle Soul King, its speed astonishingly slow.
But the moment the Fire Lotus landed on the opponent's ice armor, his expression completely changed!
The Fire Lotus did not explode; instead, it silently merged into his several-inch-thick ice armor.
The next moment, he felt the chill in his body suddenly spiral out of control, rushing wildly into the Fire Lotus!
His ice armor melted at a visible rate!
"What... what is this?!"
He cried out in terror.
Xiao Yan's gaze fell upon the Fire Lotus, and he calmly spoke:
"Your Mysterious Ice Turtle Martial Soul is essentially an ice-attribute power."
My Bone Spirit Cold Flame is enough to completely crush and devour it. I'm merely letting your power leave you on its own.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ice armor on the Mysterious Ice Turtle Soul King completely dissipated, revealing his original body.
He stood there blankly, staring at his bare body, unsure of what to say.
Xiao Yan withdrew the Fire Lotus, his expression remaining calm. "Admit defeat."
The Mysterious Ice Turtle Soul King opened its mouth, but ultimately lowered its head.
"I... admit defeat."
Having won three consecutive battles with ease, Xiao Yan's strength far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Even the group of Titled Douluo on the high platform were looking at Xiao Yan on the field with solemn expressions.
As for the surrounding audience, they had already gone wild, constantly shouting Xiao Yan's name.
This was also one of Xiao Yan's goals. If his reputation in Spirit City was high enough, even if Bibi Dong had any ulterior motives, she would have to find a suitable reason, right?
After all, Bibi Dong, as the Pope, must have to consider public opinion.
Of course, Xiao Yan wasn't sure if it would be effective, but at least it was much better than simply participating in the competition.
This is why Xiao Yan repeatedly demonstrated his formidable strength in these matches, earning cheers from the crowd.