Someone lost in inner confusion didn't deserve to be my opponent

Yu Lin's heart sank.

impossible.

His Thunder Serpent Pierce is fast and its trajectory can be slightly adjusted midway, making it difficult for anyone of the same level to dodge it purely through movement.

But Hu Yuxiu seemed to know in advance; the angle of his head tilt was just right, and not even the hem of his clothes got burned.

Before he could think it through, Hu Yuxiu had already moved again.

The air vortex beneath his feet exploded again, and he closed in.

With a horizontal swing of his right claw, three crescent-shaped Wind Blade slashed diagonally, heading straight for his throat, shoulder, and side.

There was no brilliance from Soul Skill, no vibration from Soul Power.

It was just the wind, condensed on the tip of his claws, moving as fast as three shadows.

Yu Lin quickly clasped his hands together.

Third Soul Skill: Thunderstorm Net!

A fine, blue-purple electric net spread out in front of him, like a glowing shield.

hiss hiss hiss--

The Wind Blade collided with the power grid, exploding into tiny sparks before both were annihilated.

But the moment the power grid lit up, Hu Yuxiu suddenly ducked down.

He slid across the ground, like a whirlwind brushing the earth.

His elbow slammed into Yu Lin's lower back.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Yu Lin groaned, his body arching like a shrimp, his stomach churning as acid reflux surged upwards.

He stumbled backward, his feet barely touching the ground.

Hu Yuxiu the advantage, pressed closer.

He feinted with his left fist, drawing away Yu Lin's instinctive attempt to block.

His right fist followed immediately, slamming down towards his ribs, while his knee simultaneously rose and thrust towards his lower abdomen.

Shoulder strikes, punches, and knee strikes – a series of moves executed flawlessly, without the slightest pause.

Each strike was accompanied by a faint blue gust of wind, its force heavy and its angles tricky.

It was a completely unorthodox, close-quarters combat style, with every move aimed at vital points.

Yu Lin was forced to retreat repeatedly, struggling to defend himself.

He continuously activated his Soul Skill, unleashing one after another Thunder Dragon Arm, Thunder Net, and Thunder Blade.

Blue-purple lightning bolts exploded around me, dazzlingly bright.

However, he was either entangled by Hu Yuxiu at close range, and dared not use his wide-range Soul Skill for fear of hurting himself.

Or their attacks would be evaded by the opponent's unpredictable movements, leaving them with nothing but missed opportunities.

After only a few dozen moves, Yu Lin was already seething with anger.

He clearly has a higher Soul Power Level and his Martial Soul quality is far superior.

But I just can't hit it, I can't touch it.

It felt like punching the wind, leaving a hollow and unpleasant feeling.

Damn it! Don't you dare hide!

Yu Lin roared and took a big step back.

The Fourth Soul Ring beneath his feet emitted a surge of black light.

Fourth Soul Skill: Overlord's Startling Thunder!

Yu Lin suddenly lowered his waist and clenched his right fist to its limit. Blue-purple lightning frantically gathered on his fist, compressing it into a lightning ball the size of a human head. Inside, electric light churned and crackled.

He took a sudden step forward and slammed out his right fist. The lightning ball instantly expanded, transforming into a massive wave of lightning that swept towards Hu Yuxiu with explosive shockwaves. Wherever it passed, the ground was plowed with a shallow scorch mark, and the air became distorted with intense heat.

This was his trump card, his Fourth Soul Skill unleashed at full power; few of his peers could withstand it head-on.

Yu Lin gritted his teeth, staring intently at the figure opposite him.

Let's see how you hide now!

hide?

Why should I hide!

Hu Yuxiu smiled, stretched out his hands, and clasped his hands together.

On his arms, azure wind patterns surged violently, spreading upwards from his fingertips, even causing the surrounding vortex to spin wildly. Soul Power poured out madly from his palms, condensing and compressing between his hands according to his own will.

Since returning from Eastsea City, he has been practicing day and night.

The training wasn't about mastering the Soul Skill, but about controlling the wind.

The wind is alive, not dead.

It can make it fast or solidify as it pleases.

It can become a blade if it wishes, or a shield if it wishes.

Soul Skill are inanimate, but people are alive.

Self-Created Soul Skill - Soaring Azure Sky!

With a low shout, a gust of intensely condensed azure wind erupted from between his palms.

A straight column of wind, like a long sword drawn from its sheath, carrying the sharp force of the heavens and earth, crashed directly into the thunder waves.

The wind is, after all, the sound of howling between heaven and earth!

Boom--!!

The wind column and the thunder wave collided violently in mid-air.

The loud noise made people's eardrums hurt.

A violent Impact exploded instantly, sweeping outwards in a ring. Dust and gravel from the ground were swept up and sent flying, hitting the nearby rocks with a crackling sound.

Blue-purple lightning and pale blue wind intertwined, exploding into a rain of light that filled the sky.

Both of them jolted simultaneously.

Yu Lin took two steps back, his chest heaving slightly, his breathing becoming more rapid. The lightning shield on his arm had long since dissipated, and his fingertips were still slightly numb.

Hu Yuxiu also took a step back, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his palms slightly warm.

They fought to a draw, neither gaining the upper hand.

Yu Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

How so!

He unleashed his Fourth Soul Skill at full power!

Hu Yuxiu hadn't even reached the fourth level of his Soul Ring, yet he managed to withstand it with a single pillar of wind?

Moreover, that wind... was not a Soul Skill he had ever seen before.

He knew all the Soul Skill of the Gale Leopard Martial Soul: Wind Blade Claw, Gale Step, Gale Bite, and Wind Howl Critical Strike.

None of them are like that.

Straight, concise, like a knife.

This is not the Gale Leopard's Soul Skill at all!

"How could this happen! What kind of magic pill did you take?!"

Yu Lin was speechless, his voice filled with disbelief.

Only one month.

How could Hu Yuxiu have become this strong in just one month?

This is completely illogical!

Did he obtain some rare and precious treasure, or receive guidance from some Titled Douluo?

Hu Yuxiu gently moved his wrist, and the wind patterns slowly disappeared beneath his skin.

He shook his head.

"It's not that I've become stronger, it's that you've become weaker, Yu Lin."

The voice was calm, yet it felt like a slap across Yu Lin's face.

"What did you say?!"

Yu Lin flushed red instantly.

Weaker?

He clearly cultivated diligently every day, his Soul Skill became more and more proficient, and his Soul Power steadily increased.

How could he possibly become weaker?

Are you looking down on me?! I'm your opponent now!

"Look at me properly, Hu Yuxiu!"

Yu Lin roared, and the lightning around him began to surge again, with blue-purple electric sparks dancing at his fingertips.

Pride was shattered to pieces.

He can accept the other person becoming stronger, but he cannot accept the other person saying that he has become weaker.

What he found even more unacceptable was that the opponent hadn't seriously used Soul Skill to fight him from beginning to end.

This is even more shameful than losing.

Hu Yuxiu suddenly burst into laughter.

Laughter carried on the sea breeze, tinged with exhilarating fighting spirit.

"Anyone caught in their own inner turmoil is no match for me!"

The moment he finished speaking, the azure vortex beneath his feet exploded again.

He pushed the Gale Step to its limit, creating three afterimages that overlapped, transforming himself into a gentle breeze as he instantly closed in.

It's even faster than before!

He no longer needed to consciously activate his Soul Skill; the wind naturally blew beneath his feet.

Yu Lin only felt a blur before his eyes, and a strong wind was already blowing against his face.

He quickly raised his hand to block, but as soon as his arm was raised, a large hand had already gripped his face.

His five fingers gripped her cheeks like iron clamps, with such force that her skull cracked softly.

Hu Yuxiu had appeared in front of him without him noticing, and grabbed his face with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Yuxiu twisted his waist and hips sharply, turning his body sideways and twisting his waist in mid-air.

With all the power from his waist and abdomen, he forcefully lifted Yu Lin off the ground.

This move was seven or eight parts similar to the attack made by the boy with the white tiger mask in the East Sea Underground Fighting Arena that day.

He imitated the moves countless times.

In mid-air, Hu Yuxiu exerted force with his arm once more.

"Get down!"

With a low shout, he slammed it down hard!