"As expected of a great fighting master, even an earth-level fighting skill cannot pose a fatal threat to him."
Seeing that Mo Yin had only retreated a dozen steps and his blood and qi quickly stabilized, Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of facing someone two levels above him.
In his opinion, even a six or seven-star fighter would not be able to withstand the 'Nine Heavens Thunder Clouds Split' unscathed.
"That's enough, kid."
Forced into this situation by a teenage fighter, Mo Yin's eyes revealed a fierce murderous intent. The greater the strength and talent Mo Yu displayed, the less Mo Yin could afford to let him live.
As his voice fell, the contempt on Mo Yin's face slowly faded, replaced by a deep, gloomy coldness. It seemed he was now genuinely paying attention to Mo Yu. The methods the young man displayed were unprecedented to him, and a deep sense of fear emerged. Mo Yin was determined not to let this boy continue to grow.
The next moment, the black fighting spirit on Mo Yin's body surged rapidly. After a moment, the fighting spirit dissipated, and a black fighting spirit armor that fit his body perfectly condensed around him.
Fighting qi turning into armor was a sign of a great fighting master!
As a four-star Grand Master, Mo Yin's Dou Qi armor exuded a cold and eerie aura, clearly not something a low-star Grand Master could achieve.
Summoning the fighting spirit armor indicated that Mo Yin was beginning to reveal his true strength.
"You forced me into using the Dou Qi Armor at the Douzhe level, Mo Yu. Although I don't know the true talent of your cousin Xiao Yan, I would have called you the Dragon of the Xiao Family, and you would have been well-deserved!
Unfortunately, fate did not grant you the opportunity to continue to grow. Today, I will completely wipe you out!"
Mo Yin said grimly, and as his voice fell, a powerful aura burst from his body, the aura of a great fighting master.
Seeing this, Mo Yu remained silent. The Earth-level fighting skill he had just used had almost drained all his fighting spirit. However, it seemed overly confident for a mere great fighting master to think he could easily defeat him.
The next moment, Mo Yu withdrew the remaining fighting spirit in his body, as if giving up struggling, but his hands moved like a phantom, quickly forming an extremely mysterious and strange hand seal.
"Bang!"
As Mo Yu completed his hand seals, powerful soul energy spread out from his mind, encompassing most of the forest in an instant.
The sudden surge of soul power startled Mo Yin, and he began to search for its source with a serious expression. What shocked him even more was that the source of this soul power was actually the boy in front of him!
"Such powerful soul energy—it comes from this kid!?"
Mo Yin stared at the young man in amazement, a gloomy look in his eyes. To him, this soul power was not even inferior to that of an ordinary third-grade alchemist.
At the fighter level, one could not only display extraordinary fighting skills but also possess such powerful soul energy.
Thinking of the boy's various strange methods, Mo Yin found it increasingly difficult to understand, and his expression grew even more somber.
"This guy is supposed to be only an eight-star fighter? But why is his soul power so strong?"
The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. Mo Yin decided to stop pondering it. Regardless of the strength of his soul, he was determined to kill this boy today!
With this thought in mind, Mo Yin closed his palms, and the surrounding black energy mist transformed into two hiltless sword blades. These blades turned into rays of light and shot toward Mo Yu's throat and heart at lightning speed.
However, the sword attack, which seemed extremely fast and difficult to dodge for a low-star master fighter, was not impossible to resist according to Mo Yu's soul power observation. At that moment, his soul power was concentrated, and an invisible force struck the sword, deflecting it away.
"Why is your soul power so strong?" Mo Yin asked, incredulous and surprised.
"Haha, I'll tell you when you die," Mo Yu replied coldly.
As a weapon refining master, his soul power in his previous life had been extremely strong. Although his cultivation had diminished after his rebirth, he was protected by the black thunder, and his soul power remained. Though diminished, it was comparable to some ordinary great fighting masters.
Now his fighting spirit level was too low to threaten the opponent, so Mo Yu had no choice but to rely on his soul power.
"Arrogant little bastard!"
Seeing Mo Yu's stubbornness, Mo Yin appeared in front of him in a flash. A dark light flickered in his eyes as he struck with a powerful shadow palm.
Despite the strong force hitting him, Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged. An invisible soul force continued to condense under his handprint and rushed toward the shadow palm.
"Bang!"
The collision between soul power and black fighting spirit caused a deafening explosion. The explosive energy waves shattered the surrounding trees, and a huge pit formed dozens of meters deep beneath the two combatants.
As the battle continued, Mo Yin's expression grew increasingly solemn. He realized that Mo Yu's soul power was not only equivalent to that of a third-grade alchemist but his control over soul power was even more terrifying.
As a core member of the Mohist School and having had the opportunity to witness the sixth-rank alchemist Dan Wang Gu He in action, Mo Yin had seen exceptional soul control before. Yet, Mo Yu's control over soul power was even more exquisite and perfect.
"There's something strange about this kid!"
Another collision of fighting spirit and soul power occurred. Both of their bodies trembled, and Mo Yin quickly retreated, his eyes flashing with cold light. Powerful black fighting spirit surged from his body, but this time, it did not dissipate into mist. Instead, it rapidly condensed in front of him.
"Boy, your soul energy is very strong, but your fighting spirit is too weak. That is your fatal weakness. However, you will never have this chance again!"
A cold smile appeared on Mo Yin's lips as the black fighting spirit in front of him condensed into a spear several feet long.
When the energy on the black spear reached its peak state, Mo Yin stopped suppressing it. With a solemn face, he shouted loudly. The already dark black fog on the spear surged again, covering the light of the scorching sun in the sky and darkening half the sky.
"Xuan-level advanced fighting skill: Death Spear!"
A sharp shout echoed through the air, and the terrifying energy fluctuations erupted, enveloping the sky with a gloomy murderous intent that shot toward Mo Yu.
It was clear: Mo Yin was truly intent on killing him!