Another Sparring Match (Three)
Moreover, something is very wrong.
A chill ran down Tang San's spine. He quickly recalled the scene of the competition in the Star Dou Great Forest. Although Lin Chen's Soul Ring Configuration at that time was also outrageous, it was definitely not comparable to what he saw today.
The age limit of the Soul Ring... has increased?
How is that possible?
Yu Xiaogang's voice flashed through his mind frame by frame. "Once Soul Ring is absorbed, its age is fixed and cannot be changed or increased. This is the cornerstone of Martial Soul Theory and the foundation of the entire Soul Master system. Even if Titled Douluo's Martial Soul Mutation, it is impossible to add years to an already absorbed Soul Ring out of thin air."
But Lin Chen in front of me has indeed done it.
"Three black Soul Ring?!" Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, his chubby face scrunched up, and his voice trembled. "How is this possible! The Second Soul Ring is also Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? This... this can't be right!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her shock almost overflowing. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School had a vast collection of books, and she considered herself well-informed. She usually looked down on Yu Xiaogang's theories, but Lin Chen's strength was beyond her comprehension.
Jiang Zhu stood behind Tai Long, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the tall figure in the arena, filled with both admiration and worry. Although she didn't know the mystery behind it, she could feel that the air itself changed when those four Soul Ring lit up.
Tang San's palms were sweating; there was definitely something strange about Lin Chen.
It's not just a simple matter of Martial Soul Mutation or extraordinary talent—he must be hiding some unknown secret, a secret that could overturn the common sense of the Soul Master World.
At this thought, the shock in his eyes slowly subsided, replaced by a burning curiosity and apprehension. If only he could see through this secret... No, thinking about that now was too far off. The most urgent task was to win this battle.
The more this is the case, the more we must win.
He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening even more than before. He not only wanted to win, but also to personally probe Lin Chen's true strength.
"First Soul Skill: Entanglement!"
With a low shout, the Blue Silver Grass at his fingertips grew wildly. Dozens of Blue Silver vines, like serpents emerging from their holes, sped towards Lin Chen along the ground, their roots covered with fine barbs and a faint paralyzing toxin.
As long as it touches even a little, the flow of Soul Power will become sluggish. Control System the field with a preemptive strike is his most common starting move. Among those of the same level, once someone is entangled by this Blue Silver Grass, the outcome is basically decided.
The vines moved with incredible speed, breaking through the soil, growing, and Entanglement Lin Chen in one fell swoop. In the blink of an eye, they blocked all of Lin Chen's escape routes, closing in from all sides as if to bind him alive.
Lin Chen stood still, without moving an inch.
"First Soul Skill: Chaos Shield"
He spoke softly, and gray Soul Power quietly rose from his fingertips.
A semi-transparent gray light shield appeared out of thin air, protecting him entirely. The surface of the shield was covered with chaotic and surging patterns, inconspicuous yet exuding a somber aura that encompassed all things.
Bang bang bang--
The Blue Silver Grass crashed into the light barrier repeatedly, as if it had struck ancient, cold iron, and was instantly repelled.
"That damned shield again!" Tang San muttered.
The Chaos Shield had become a hurdle in his mind, one he couldn't break through from the Nuoding Academy until now.
"Haven't you learned your lesson, Tang San? You're useless." Lin Chen stood behind the shield, his voice as calm as if stating a trivial matter. "Your Blue Silver Grass can't break my shield. Show me your true skills."
Tang San's expression darkened slightly.
If remote control fails, then there's only one option left—close combat.
He took a deep breath, and a purple-gold light suddenly shone in his eyes.
"Purple Demon Eye!"
At the same time, his footwork changed, and he unleashed the full power of the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure becoming elusive and unpredictable as he rapidly approached Lin Chen with a strange rhythm.
He knew that Lin Chen's Second Soul Skill was a domain, and once it was deployed, ranged attacks would be completely ineffective. Only close-quarters combat, relying on the Tang Sect's Tang Sect Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon melee techniques, would offer a three-tenths chance of victory.
"What strange gait, and so fast! This kid's got some skills." Tai Nuo from the sidelines, couldn't help but comment.
Xiao Wu crossed her arms, a smug smile playing on her lips, completely unconcerned about Tang San's actions. In her eyes, Lin Chen was many times stronger than Tang San; she had never been able to beat her brother Lin Chen since childhood, and she still couldn't beat him now.
"Want to fight in close combat?"
Lin Chen smiled slightly, and instead of retreating, he raised his hand and withdrew the Chaos Shield.
Second Soul Skill: Chaos Prison Suppression
As the deep voice faded, a gray-black domain spread out from him. But the next second, the domain, which was originally meant to cover several feet, not only failed to expand but instead suddenly contracted inward.
A very faint, muffled hum.
The Power of Chaos that had enveloped the entire area instantly contracted to a radius of one zhang, forming a highly condensed gray-black domain of light that perfectly enveloped him and Tang San, who had rushed forward.
As soon as Tang San rushed into the domain's range, his body suddenly sank.
The rhythm of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was instantly disrupted, and the Purple Demon Eye was also backfired by the mental impact within the domain. He felt as heavy as lead, his Soul Power was being consumed more, and even raising his hand was half a beat slower than usual.
The rustling Blue Silver Grass withered instantly, its leaves lying listlessly on the ground, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on its neck.
"Such strong suppression..."
He gritted his teeth and activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill at full power. The internal energy in his dantian surged rapidly along his meridians, carrying a gentle yet resilient force that forcibly broke through the stagnant Soul Power, making him more agile in his domain than ordinary Soul Elder.
He stumbled slightly, but gritted his teeth and steadied himself, continuing to approach Lin Chen.
But that's all.
The gap between level 37 and level 43 is a chasm of six levels, compounded by the suppression of the Chaos Prison Suppression's domain. Every step forward requires several times the usual amount of Soul Power.
It was only a few steps away, but it felt like we were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Tang San's breathing gradually became heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The light of the Blue Silver Grass dimmed a bit, and his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track slowed down, his fleeting figure gradually solidifying.
He knew in his heart that if things continued like this, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Did we really lose just like that?
He stared intently at Lin Chen, who stood in the center of the domain.
The other person stood there, upright and steady, without even moving a step. It was as if the fully activated condensed domain was no burden to him at all.
The commotion outside the stadium was even more exciting than inside.
Tai Nuo watched Tang San move forward step by step, then suddenly shook his head and commented, "This kid has a strong will; anyone else would have been defeated within three breaths in this domain. But he's using the wrong approach—when Control System Control System each other, the level difference is obvious, and simply exhausting their Soul Power is the stupidest way to fight. No matter how entangled his Blue Silver Grass is, no matter how exquisite his close-range techniques are, within this domain, it's like a cow stuck in a swamp; the more it struggles, the deeper it sinks."