The second student stepped onto the stage. He was a burly male student, a level 46 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor, Martial Soul the Ironbark Ancient Tree. His defense and strength were quite outstanding among Soul Ancestor.
" Liu Meng, a level 46 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor from the Plant Academy, please enlighten me!"
Liu Meng immediately Martial Soul Possession, his skin becoming as rough and hard as old tree bark, his body swelling up, and four Soul Ring— two yellow and two purple—shining beneath his feet. He roared, his Third Soul Ring illuminating, and his right fist was instantly covered by a thick layer of wood, whistling through the air like a giant battering ram, smashing straight at Lin Yan. He learned from Chen Fan's mistake, not giving Lin Yan a chance to use movement techniques to maneuver, intending to overcome skill with brute force.
Despite the powerful blow, Lin Yan remained calm. This time, he finally used his offensive Soul Skill. His Second Soul Ring, a Purple Soul Ring, shone brightly.
Second Soul Skill: Scale-Leaf Light Rain!
In an instant, countless Blue Silver Grass leaves, their edges gleaming with a sharp, cold light and shaped like fish scales, appeared out of thin air like a sudden storm, shooting towards Liu Meng with a piercing sound. These leaves were not only numerous, but each one also possessed extremely strong penetrating power.
Liu Meng was extremely confident in his defense. Seeing this, he neither dodged nor avoided, but roared and accelerated forward, trying to withstand the wave of Scale-Leaf Light Rain and close the distance to deliver a heavy blow to Lin Yan.
However, his expression changed when the first wave of scales struck his "iron armor." The seemingly thin blue scales instantly formed ice shards upon contact with his wooden armor, leaving dense white marks on his hard wooden body. Some areas even began to crack, emitting a stinging pain! Even more terrifying was the vast area covered by this rain of light, which not only obstructed his vision but also caused his forward momentum to stall due to the continuous impact.
"How is this possible! My iron-clad defense is actually..." Liu Meng was shocked and had no choice but to stop. He crossed his arms to protect his head and face, and used all his Soul Power to activate his defense to resist the endless barrage of leaves.
Just as he was busy dealing with the Scale-Leaf Light Rain, Lin Yan moved again. He used his speed to the extreme, appearing beside Liu Meng as if by Teleportation. This time, he used his Third Soul Skill.
The Third Soul Ring, that deep black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, suddenly lit up! A chilling aura spread out.
Third Soul Skill: Blue Silver · Sword Leaf!
Lin Yan made a fist with his right hand, and blue light gathered in his palm, instantly condensing into a longsword about four feet long, entirely azure blue, and with an ancient design. This longsword was entirely composed of highly compressed and transformed Blue Silver Grass, with layers upon layers of leaves, the edges flowing with incomparably sharp light, and even faint black patterns emerging on the blade, the domineering power belonging to Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Lin Yan gripped the Blue Silver · Sword Leaf, without employing any fancy sword techniques. He simply thrust forward, aiming directly at the opening in Liu Meng's ribs exposed by his parrying of the Scale-Leaf Light Rain. The sword strike was not fast, but it carried an unstoppable, penetrating Intent.
Liu Meng sensed the deadly sharpness approaching and tried to dodge, but was restrained by the continuous Scale-Leaf Light Rain, making him a beat slower. He only had time to barely turn to the side before the azure sword tip was already pointing at his ribs.
"Laugh--!"
With a soft sound, Liu Meng's prized iron-clad defense was easily pierced through like paper before the Blue Silver · Sword Leaf. A chilling sword aura penetrated his body, causing him to shiver instantly and his Soul Power to falter.
Lin Yan flicked his wrist, retracting the sword tip and stopping just as it touched the target.
Liu Meng looked at the shallow wound on his ribs, feeling the lingering sharp sword energy, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He knew that if Lin Yan hadn't held back, this sword strike would have been enough to seriously injure him.
"I... lost." Liu Meng slumped down, his face filled with disbelief. His defenses were utterly futile against the opponent's eerie blue longsword.
The audience erupted in uproar once more. A level 46 defensive-type Power Attack System Soul Ancestor had been defeated so decisively! Was the longsword formed from Blue Silver Grass truly so terrifyingly powerful?
Su Wanqing stared intently at the slowly dissipating Blue Silver · Sword Leaf in Lin Yan's hand. She could tell that Lin Yan's control over Soul Power, his grasp of timing, and his " Sword Intent " that could turn the rotten into the miraculous far surpassed his peers. In his hands, the Blue Silver Grass was hardly a plant, but rather a divine weapon forged from refined steel.
" Lin Yan wins the second match." Su Wanqing's voice remained calm, but her heart was already churning with emotions. She looked at Lin Yan and asked, "After two matches, do you need to rest and recover your Soul Power?"
Lin Yan's breathing was steady, and his expression was normal, as if the two battles just now were merely a warm-up. He shook his head slightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you for your concern, senior. My Soul Power has not been greatly depleted, and I can continue."
He wasn't exaggerating. Having undergone tempering at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and through numerous fortuitous encounters, his meridians were wide and resilient, storing far more Soul Power than other Soul Master of the same level—almost twice that of an ordinary Soul Ancestor. Moreover, his Soul Power had been compressed to its extreme multiple times, making it incredibly pure, thus consuming less energy when using Soul Skill. In addition, his superior Soul Ring provided immense power for his Soul Skill, often quickly ending battles while consuming even less energy. Facing these two Soul Ancestor, he truly didn't feel much pressure.
Su Wanqing gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and turned her gaze to the last female student behind her who had been standing quietly watching the battle. This female student had a cool and aloof temperament and a beautiful appearance; standing there, she was like a solitary You Lan in a secluded valley.
" You Lan, you go."
Upon seeing You Lan enter the arena, Han Shuirou's expression changed slightly.
You Lan's Martial Soul is the Ghost King Vine, an extremely powerful Plant-type Martial Soul. It is not only incredibly tough, but also possesses considerable toxicity and a mental deterrent effect, making it virtually unrivaled among its peers.
This senior student named You Lan is a top-tier Soul Ancestor Master in the Plant Academy, only one step away from becoming Soul King.
"Yes, Vice Dean." You Lan responded softly, her figure gracefully landing on the stage. Her Martial Soul Possession, and four perfectly matched Soul Ring— two yellow and two purple—rose beneath her feet. A cold yet powerful aura emanated from her, and several dark purple vine phantoms with tiny barbs swayed behind her.
" Plant Academy, You Lan, Level 49 Control System Battle Soul Ancestor, Martial Soul: Ghost King Vine, Please advise."