Before the words even fell, the arena surged once more.
A kingly, domineering aura radiated from Luo Yu. The blazing Great Sun phantom overlapped with his body in an instant, turning him into what seemed like a flame spirit body. His aura skyrocketed more than tenfold.
As his index finger snapped, golden flame energy scattered into the air, condensing into hundreds and thousands of golden, spark-like fire particles. They poured down like a massive tide toward Sword Douluo, who had only just stabilized his stance.
Sword Douluo controlled his sword with one hand. Countless sword techniques flowed effortlessly from him. The silver glow of the Seven Kill Sword flickered continuously, forming a watertight barrier around him. Facing the endless golden fire sparks, Sword Douluo thrust out a Sanxing Oblique Stab in an instant, drawing nine incomparably profound trajectories.
The torrent of nine silver sword qi instantly shredded all the golden sparks nearby. This display was a perfect blend of sword skill and soul power—executed to the extreme.
"You see? Your sword—" Ning Fengzhi didn't even finish speaking.
In the arena, Luo Yu's lips curved, and his voice was light: "Explode."
The scattered sparks around Sword Douluo reignited from ashes, multiplying into hundreds and thousands, erupting simultaneously and triggering a chain reaction. Sword Douluo never expected Luo Yu to control flame elements so perfectly. Caught off guard, he suffered a huge loss, his clothes becoming disheveled.
"Dad, what were you saying?" Ning Rongrong asked.
Ning Fengzhi coughed lightly. "Nothing. Keep watching. This kid is strange, but your Grandpa Sword will definitely win."
"What if he doesn't?" Ning Rongrong pouted.
Ning Fengzhi smiled confidently. "If that really happens, then it'll only be this kid dreaming tonight that he defeated your Uncle Sword. Hahaha."
"Oh my!"
"Am I seeing things? Junior Luo Yu actually gained the upper hand again?"
More and more female students gathered by the lakeside. Seeing Luo Yu unleash such dominance and suppress an established powerhouse made their hearts tremble.
"I really underestimated you, boy." Sword Douluo said, his silver hair slightly scorched. "Being able to reach this level is enough. Even in defeat, there is honor."
"You think I will lose?"
"That should be your full strength by now, right? And that white soul ring of yours is a pity. What can a ten-year soul ring even do? At a time like this, it's completely useless." Sword Douluo shook his head.
"Oh?" Luo Yu, still like a flame spirit, spoke with overwhelming confidence. "Then you'd better watch closely!"
Boom!
His Martial Soul possessed his body, soul rings naturally rising under his feet. The explosive surge of energy far surpassed earlier. Under everyone's incredulous gaze, the jade-white soul ring underwent violent transformation as golden divine lines surfaced across it.
A massive flame spider unfolded its hideous, savage claws, absorbing surrounding fire particles and rapidly growing. Its rising aura repeatedly broke past limits—this kind of pressure absolutely did not belong to anyone below the Soul Ancestor level.
"How is this possible? This is a ten-year soul ring??" Sword Douluo's calm expression shattered, his eyebrows shooting up in shock.
The students outside the arena were beyond stunned. Luo Yu, once a handsome boy to admire and a cute junior to dote on, had suddenly transformed into a domineering prodigy and young king. Many girls felt overshadowed watching the flame-wreathed man.
Ning Fengzhi's jaw hung open. His vast knowledge suddenly felt like ignorance before Luo Yu. There wasn't a single trait on this youth that he could fully understand.
The explosive flame spider seemed to possess a mind of its own. Its ferocious eyes locked onto Sword Douluo as its eight sharp flame legs pierced the air, lunging forward.
"First Soul Skill: Long Sword Emerges!"
The four-foot-three Seven Kill Sword instantly erupted with a meter-long sword aura. Overwhelming killing intent burst forth.
"Sword qi across the sky, cold light spanning ten thousand miles, meteors chasing the moon."
Sword Douluo's sword danced like a phantom. Countless sword lights rose, splitting into dozens of layers—then merging back into one.
"Slash!"
A massive phantom of the Seven Kill Sword formed above, descending toward the giant flame spider.
BOOOOM!
Silver sword aura and golden flames collided, erupting in deafening blasts. Fireworks-like bursts lit the sky as chaotic sword light and heatwaves swept outward for dozens of meters.
Sword Douluo remained unharmed, but his expression was extremely dark.
"That was your strongest attack at this realm, wasn't it?" Luo Yu smiled lightly.
"Oh?" Sword Douluo responded.
"First Soul Skill boosting sword force, self-created techniques wielded to perfection, every thread of soul power used to its limit."
"You can see that?" Sword Douluo was surprised, then sighed. "Boy, this old man, Chen Xin, acknowledges you as invincible among your peers. When I was your age, I wouldn't have survived a single move from you."
Luo Yu gave no reaction. Praise like this had grown stale to him since the age of eight or nine.
"However!" Sword Douluo's tone shifted. "No matter how great your talent, today you cannot defeat me. My decades of cultivation aren't for show."
"Three moves have passed," Luo Yu said calmly.
"Hm?" Sword Douluo froze, then realized—Luo Yu was inviting him to attack freely. "Arrogant brat… even in defeat, you will still have honor!"
Gripping the Seven Kill Sword with both hands, Sword Douluo merged completely with his Martial Soul and bloodline. This was why he acknowledged Luo Yu's peerless talent—but did not believe he would lose.
Because Human–Sword Unity transcended the boundaries of soul master realms. If not for the limitation on how much soul power he could use, Sword Douluo was confident this attack could cleave a mountain.
Clang!
Without any flashy soul skill effects, Sword Douluo charged with the Seven Kill Sword. His movements traced profound patterns; every strike was swift, powerful, and seamless—like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace.
Seeing Luo Yu standing empty-handed, Ning Fengzhi chuckled toward Su Yaoyun and the others. "At this point, defeat is certain."
"Not necessarily. It's not over yet," Su Yaoyun replied.
Ning Fengzhi turned his head. "Ridiculous. Winning like this wou—hm???"
Just as the Seven Kill Sword was about to suppress Luo Yu, a dark-gold radiance appeared in Luo Yu's hand. A strange, handsome-looking long spear formed, glowing with dark-gold light.
Bang!
The clash of metal echoed across the arena. Luo Yu held the spear in one hand, battle intent overflowing.
Sword Douluo was about to speak when Luo Yu's eyes flashed. Staring at the Seven Kill Sword, his aura surged. He charged explosively, wielding the dark-gold spear like a hidden dragon breaking the sea—cold stars flickering, golden light blazing.
The sounds of clashing metal intertwined throughout the arena. Luo Yu fought as if he had trained spear arts for countless years, not falling behind Sword Douluo at all.
The Tianshui Academy girls were stunned. Seeing Luo Yu calm like an immortal in stillness and fierce like an overlord in motion, they completely forgot to breathe, wanting only to engrave every moment into their memory.
Even Su Yaoyun was dumbfounded. She thought Luo Yu would use a twin Martial Soul. She never expected a man with only a spear in hand to match a Sword Douluo who had cultivated for decades.
Ning Fengzhi froze at first, then looked at Luo Yu as if he were a priceless treasure. His gaze blazed. Glancing at his daughter, who was staring in worship, he looked back at the fight—too many things were beyond his comprehension.
As the two battled intensely, Sword Douluo grew increasingly shocked. His comprehension of sword intent came from decades of bitter cultivation. But this youth? His combat skill wasn't inferior at all?
The exhilarating battle made Luo Yu's usual cold laziness shift into wild dominance. It wasn't that Sword Douluo's effort was lesser—it was that Luo Yu, in his previous life before inheriting the Huangyao Banner, had been obsessed with spear arts. The manuals and mastery of countless spear masters were naturally far above the level of Douluo Continent.
Luo Yu stood atop the shoulders of giants—and carried his own past cultivation.
The more excited he grew, the more the golden flames of Martial Soul Possession surged. They wrapped around the dark-gold spear, creating a full-bodied flame coating. His flame spear gained several times its prior combat power.
"Weapons? Who doesn't know a thing or two?"
Luo Yu sneered. The spear contracted. Simplicity is the Dao—one single ember flickered at the spear's tip before erupting into a massive blast of flame. It pierced through Sword Douluo's sword-qi defense, going straight for his throat.
Though Sword Douluo's sword skill wasn't inferior, the soul power restriction at one ring left him far weaker than Luo Yu. Now he was already running on empty.
The arena fell silent. Flames vanished. Sword qi dissipated.
The spectators outside stood with wide mouths, speechless for a long time, stunned beyond measure.
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