"Boss, let me go up."
In the Body Sect's team, a young man was eager to try.
Long Aotian frowned in thought, then nodded slightly.
The young man grinned, leaped, and jumped onto the arena.
On the Holy Slayer Palace side, Su Yu stood up calmly.
Seeing this, Long Aotian's brows tightened. He couldn't quite figure out Su Yu's style.
He's going up in the first match?
Sitting next to Long Aotian, Weina was also visibly surprised.
Su Yu is going up in the very first round?
This was completely unexpected for them.
Su Yu glanced at Long Aotian and the others, flashed, and arrived on the competition stage.
"State your names."
"Holy Slayer Palace, Su Yu."
"Snow Demon Sect, Wang Yanfeng."
Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan looked at Su Yu with surprise, giving him more attention.
As an important figure in the Sun-Moon Empire, he naturally had access to some information ordinary people didn't.
He knew a bit about Su Yu's background.
Su Yu was sizing up Wang Yanfeng before him.
Wang Yanfeng was over 1.9 meters tall, burly, his white team uniform bulging with muscles, short hair, and piercing eyes.
Although his appearance wasn't particularly handsome, he exuded a very steady aura.
His sharp gaze seemed to pierce the soul, and he radiated a strong, overwhelming presence.
No doubt, this was a true elite, likely highly regarded in the Body Sect.
Wang Yanfeng was also sizing up Su Yu, his eyes full of vigilance.
Truthfully, he didn't expect his opponent to be Su Yu.
But since he was here, he would go all out to test Su Yu's strength.
Zheng Zhan looked at both sides and announced, "Step back, the match is about to begin."
"I'll stress again, try not to go overboard in the match."
"If I feel either side is outmatched, I may interrupt."
Wang Yanfeng said nothing and turned to leave.
Su Yu smiled faintly and stepped back as well.
Soon, both sides reached their designated positions, facing each other from a distance.
"The match begins."
As Zheng Zhan's voice fell, Wang Yanfeng moved.
His figure seemed somewhat illusory but was incredibly fast, leaving afterimages.
At the same time, six soul rings rose at Wang Yanfeng's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—the perfect configuration.
But Su Yu stood motionless, even putting one hand behind his back.
A trace of anger flashed in Wang Yanfeng's eyes. When he was less than thirty meters from Su Yu, he suddenly shouted and leaped.
Both his hands raised high and then slammed down.
A layer of bronze light enveloped his fists, and in the next moment, he smashed them hard onto the ground.
At the instant of impact, there was no sound, only a green shockwave sweeping toward Su Yu.
It was a terrifying shockwave.
Facing the incoming green wave, Su Yu's face remained expressionless. He simply lifted his right foot and stepped lightly down.
An invisible force instantly spread out, and the green wave melted away in an instant, as if snow doused by boiling water.
Wang Yanfeng had no time to react and was knocked back by the invisible ripple.
In the waiting area, Long Aotian sat up straight, his tiger eyes shining.
Just one exchange and the gap was clear.
From this glimpse, Su Yu was a formidable opponent.
Wang Yanfeng retreated over ten steps before stabilizing, feeling a heaviness in his chest.
A hint of shock flashed in his eyes. In the first clash, he was utterly crushed.
No wonder even the boss took this opponent seriously—Su Yu truly was extraordinary.
But Wang Yanfeng refused to accept this. He wanted to prove himself.
He stepped forward forcefully, boosting his momentum, and hammered his fists with dazzling bronze light at Su Yu.
Dozens of meters were crossed in an instant, and the incoming punches, infused with spiritual power, howled through the air.
A hint of admiration flashed in Su Yu's eyes.
As expected of the Body Sect—even a Soul Emperor had mastered the fusion of spiritual and soul power.
Although the fusion was limited, it was still impressive.
With a thought, Su Yu casually struck with his palm. Instantly, golden light burst forth, and a kingly aura filled the world.
Wang Yanfeng's expression changed dramatically. This familiar oppressive feeling made his heart tremble.
Wasn't this the same technique that Bei Bei had used when fighting him?
How did Su Yu know it too?
But there was no time to think. The golden palm collided with Wang Yanfeng's fists.
Thud!
With a muffled sound, an invisible energy burst out.
The next moment, Wang Yanfeng's face showed shock as a terrifying force, like a flood, surged up his arms.
He tried to muster soul power to resist, but his defenses collapsed instantly.
Su Yu's palm landed lightly on his chest. Wang Yanfeng's eyes bulged, his face pale.
In the next instant, he was sent flying like a cannonball.
Wang Yanfeng crashed heavily into the protective barrier, shaking it violently.
"Wow!"
This effortless move instantly roused cheers from the audience.
"This guy…"
Long Aotian's face darkened. As expected of the Ice God Palace's young master—truly formidable.
"Is this… Sovereign Descent?"
Bei Bei, watching from the stands, was stunned.
He was extremely familiar with Sovereign Descent —even at this distance, he recognized it instantly.
The difference was, that Su Yu's Sovereign Descent was smooth and flawless, clearly at the peak of mastery.
Whereas Bei Bei's Sovereign Descent had only just entered the door.
"Back then, Xiao Yu learned Sovereign Descent from Elder Mu. Bei Bei, you should watch closely—see how he uses it."
Zhang Lexuan's voice drifted over.
"Yes, Pavilion Master."
Bei Bei stared at the stage. Such a shortcut opportunity was rare.
On stage, Wang Yanfeng bounced off the arena, spat blood but stubbornly stood up.
Indeed, Body Sect soul masters could take a beating.
Any other soul master would be down for good after that palm strike.
But Wang Yanfeng only spat blood.
"So strong…"
Wang Yanfeng licked the blood from his lips, his eyes blazing.
Su Yu's strength spurred him on.
Though injured, he pressed forward and attacked Su Yu again.
His arms spread out, and his first spirit ring finally lit up.
His fists suddenly swelled to three times their size, glowing with intense bronze light, smashing towards Su Yu's head.
Su Yu raised his hand and with Sovereign Descent swept Wang Yanfeng away again.
Wang Yanfeng, undeterred by being repelled, became more excited. His third soul ring lit up, fists clenched, and he struck at Su Yu.
Third Soul Skill: Mountain-Shaking Strike!
A ball of green light, about the size of a human head, flew out, paused in the air, then exploded into a five-meter wide green-black sphere.
The sphere shot toward Su Yu like a cannonball.
Su Yu's fingers formed a sword, and with one slash, the energy exploded, the green-black sphere vanishing instantly.
Wang Yanfeng breathed heavily. Consecutive attacks weren't easy.
Seeing Su Yu's calm demeanor, he grew frustrated.
From start to finish, Su Yu didn't even move his feet, easily neutralizing all his attacks.
This left Wang Yanfeng feeling both powerless and angry.
Was he really this weak?
He couldn't even force Su Yu to take a step?
He refused to accept this.
Gritting his teeth, Wang Yanfeng pushed off the ground and leaped into the air.
Both arms stretched out to his sides, and a strange scene occurred.
His body kept rising without losing momentum, and all six of his soul rings lit up simultaneously.
Bronze light shone behind him, forming two giant palms.
The bronze light was solid, exuding immense pressure.
Failing to break through, Wang Yanfeng used his trump card: Bronze-level Second Awakening.
As a Body Sect member, this was his true strength.
In the waiting area, Long Aotian watched the stage without blinking.
He wanted to see how Su Yu would respond to Wang Yanfeng's all-out strike.
This move's power was on par with a Soul Sage's Martial Soul Avatar—surely it could force Su Yu's true strength.
In mid-air, the giant bronze palms behind Wang Yanfeng shone brightly.
He pressed his hands downward towards Su Yu.
The giant bronze palms grew larger in the wind.
In the next moment, the huge palms, several meters wide, smashed down at Su Yu.
Even before they landed, palm-shaped marks appeared on the ground around Su Yu.
The explosive pressure was suffocating.
Wang Yanfeng smiled, soul power surging, the palms gaining even more strength and weight.
Su Yu slowly looked up at the descending palms, still calm.
"Second awakening, interesting. But your bronze awakening is still far from enough."
"You use palm Martial Souls, so I'll use palm techniques."
Su Yu spoke lightly, golden light radiating from him.
He bent his left leg slightly, drew a half-circle with his right palm, and thrust it out forcefully.
As he struck, a dragon's roar echoed, a golden dragon formed in his palm, and soared into the air, its might shaking the arena.
Su Yu's palm unleashed a golden dragon.
The dragon roared, clashing with the giant bronze palms.
Boom!
The entire stage shook.
Roar!
The dragon's cry grew louder, golden light tearing through the bronze palms, rushing towards Wang Yanfeng.
If this palm landed, Wang Yanfeng would be at least crippled, possibly dead.
At the critical moment, Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan intervened and took the blow.
"Ugh…"
Zheng Zhan grunted, his hand numb, mind secretly shocked.
Su Yu's palm was fiercer than he'd imagined.
He feigned composure, sending Wang Yanfeng off the stage.
"Su Yu wins! Next Snow Demon Sect member, step up."
"Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms!"
In the waiting area, seeing Su Yu release a golden dragon, Di Mingli murmured.
"Mingli, what did you say?"
Wang Dong'er asked in confusion.
"Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms!"
Di Mingli replied coldly, "That's the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms."
"Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms?"
Long Aotian's sharp ears caught it. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
So, this is Su Yu's fighting technique?
That's a domineering name.
And that palm technique was incredibly fierce, even breaking Wang Yanfeng's second awakening.
This strength should not be underestimated.
Moreover, as he knew, Su Yu's Martial Soul was Ultimate Ice.
That's an ultimate Martial Soul.
Su Yu hadn't even used his ice powers yet—clearly, he hadn't shown his true strength.
As expected, the Sect Master's task won't be easy. Su Yu is a formidable foe.
"Next Snow Demon Sect contestant, please step up."
Long Aotian instinctively stood, but a young man beside him stopped him.
"Boss, we still don't know Su Yu's true strength. Don't rush—let me test him for you."
The young man said.
"You?"
Long Aotian was surprised, glancing at him.
Wang Yanfeng wasn't a match, and this youth wasn't even as strong as Wang Yanfeng.
Sensing Long Aotian's thoughts, the youth said, "Boss, I'm fast."
"Even if I can't beat him, I can exhaust his soul power."
He admitted he couldn't defeat Su Yu, but he wasn't aiming for victory.
Long Aotian pondered.
The youth had a point.
Wang Yanfeng lost head-on, but if someone danced around and exhausted Su Yu, it might work.
After all, the youth's Martial Soul excelled at this.
"Fine, you go."
After a moment's hesitation, Long Aotian agreed.
The youth grinned and swiftly rushed to the stage.
"State your names."
"Holy Slayer Palace, Su Yu."
"Snow Demon Sect, Chen Lü."
Chen Lü looked at Su Yu and said loudly, "I'm Chen Lü. You may not have heard of me, but I think you'll remember my name."
Su Yu frowned imperceptibly, "So it's you, little punk."
"You!"
Chen Lü was about to get angry, but Su Yu had already stepped back.
"Begin!"
As they took their places, Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan's voice rang out.
As soon as he finished, Chen Lü crouched, then shot forward like an arrow, skimming the ground toward Su Yu.
His speed was astonishing.
His legs were different from ordinary people's—thick and long, capable of explosive power.