On the arena stage, the battle between Xiao Lin and the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon had reached a critical moment.
As Xiao Lin's Whirling Cloak Staff Technique grew stronger and stronger, the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon began to feel that the Golden Light Sacred Sword in its hands was becoming heavier and heavier.
He couldn't understand why Xiao Lin's strength kept increasing.
Clearly, in his mind he had simulated countless scenarios where he would instantly kill Xiao Lin — yet now, he still couldn't bring him down.
Watching Xiao Lin constantly change his attack rhythm and direction, continuously thrusting with terrifying power, the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon felt like he was about to collapse.
"32."
"31."
Xiao Lin kept counting down, and the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon was already thinking about surrendering.
Before, he could still rely on the overwhelming numerical strength of their martial soul fusion technique to react to Xiao Lin's speed and suppress his power.
But now, if not for making the correct judgment and response every single critical moment, he would have been knocked back already and then launched into the air by a combo.
If the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon weren't a martial soul fusion avatar — meaning as long as there was enough soul power it wouldn't sweat or suffer physical fatigue like a human — he would have lost long ago.
Inside the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon avatar, Yu Tianheng smiled bitterly, unconsciously tightening his grip on Dugu Yan's hand.
"28."
"27."
Each number Xiao Lin counted was like the King of Hell's death toll bell. The more he counted, the heavier Yu Tianheng's psychological pressure became.
"Shhh!"
In the next instant, the Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon suddenly spewed out black mist.
This time, the black fog directly flooded the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
Yu Tianheng understood — without using such methods, he would have no chance of winning.
He had to block Xiao Lin's vision.
Below the arena, Qin Ming frowned in shock. He couldn't believe the two had already been fighting for almost a full minute.
Such consumption, such intensity — and both sides were still holding on.
Martial soul fusion techniques consumed massive amounts of soul power, yet Yu Tianheng and the others were still standing.
And Xiao Lin — just a "normal monster-human" — showed no sign of exhaustion at all.
Was this even something a human could do?
"Using that move is useless. Brother Lin has Fiery Eyes Golden Pupils — he's not afraid of that black smoke."
Xiao Wu proudly lifted her chin and explained to her teammates, who were already too shocked to react.
"And since Brother Lin isn't using any soul skills, his soul power isn't being consumed. Yu Tianheng's fusion technique is bound to lose."
Xiao Wu made her judgment confidently, like a master giving guidance.
The crowd below immediately burst into exclamations.
"Damn!"
"So that's how it is!"
"Xiao Lin has an ability like that?!"
"I thought Yu Tianheng would win — I misjudged again."
"Is Xiao Lin unbeatable?"
"That ability is so sinister!"
"He's not even being sinister — he hasn't used any soul skills yet!"
"You have no idea how terrifying Brother Lin becomes when he actually gets sinister."
Xiao Wu was initially pleased hearing people praise Xiao Lin — but then they dared underestimate how devious he could be.
That was just foolish.
She had practiced with Xiao Lin the most. She knew exactly how terrifying he could be.
Back then, when Xiao Lin trained combat skills with others, those people usually fell before they even realized what had happened.
"You're all underestimating Brother Lin. If Yu Tianheng and the others were real enemies, Brother Lin would've used dirty tricks already."
She shook her head disdainfully.
From the countdown and weapon clashes coming from the arena, Xiao Wu already knew Xiao Lin wasn't using moves like:
High-Frequency Surgical Knife Staff,
Poison Dragon Drill Staff,
Thousand-Year Kill Staff.
"But… the soul power I gave Xiao Lin through the Trinity Fusion Technique should be almost used up. He should be running out, right?"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong spoke anxiously with a flushed face.
Yu Tianheng's team immediately lit up.
Finally — some good news!
"You're celebrating way too early. Rongrong — you're still too naive."
Xiao Wu smiled and stroked her chin.
"If Brother Lin could lose, Third Brother and I wouldn't have been under his evil rule for so long."
The more she spoke, the more Xiao Lin sounded like a villain.
Then something shocking happened on the arena.
The black fog was suddenly blown away by an invisible aura, revealing the battlefield.
The Holy Light Poison Shadow Dragon's scales were shattered, its steel-like body no longer reinforced by soul power.
The Golden Light Sacred Sword was full of dents and cracks.
Xiao Lin, on the other hand, had soul power that had dropped to about Soul King level — but his physical strength hadn't dropped much at all.
And everyone stared at him in disbelief.
What kind of form was this?!
Xiao Lin now had two extra heads, four extra arms, and two extra dragon staffs, spinning like a top while attacking.
Yet no one accused him of cheating — because all of it was formed from pure soul power.
Silver-white soul power shaped into bodies and weapons, all controlled simultaneously.
"10."
"9."
Such a self-created soul skill was impossible for anyone else.
Because no one else could achieve such absolute solidity and control of soul power.
What was worse — the transformed staffs were impossible to defend against.
When blocked, they would disperse, pass through the sword, and then reform.
The main staff became stronger and stronger. The transformed ones were unpredictable.
Before Xiao Lin even reached "5," the fusion collapsed.
Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan separated violently and crashed to the ground.
"Smack."
They lay helpless, facing Xiao Lin's next strike.
"Xiao Lin, stop!"
Qin Ming rushed onto the arena — but Xiao Lin had already stopped.
Yu Tianheng opened his eyes and saw Xiao Lin smiling.
"Heh. I lost."
Yu Tianheng admitted calmly — then stubbornly added:
"If you were Tang San, we wouldn't have lost."
"No way."
Xiao Lin instantly retorted.
"If it were Xiao San, you'd have lost even faster."
"Your poison is useless against him."
Xiao Lin crushed them with strength. Tang San would completely counter them.
If Xiao San came, you'd only lose faster.
(End of Chapter)