Chapter 115: Defeating the Sun and Moon Team! The Heavenly Soul Team Wins!
Liu Yuan stood in the center of the arena, his aura rising to a terrifying height under the enhancement of "Ultimate Sublimation".
Due to the extreme concentration of his spiritual power, his double pupils had transformed from their original dark purple to a deep purplish-gold, while the emerald green living eye on his forehead had completely torn open, bursting forth with a life essence that was as substantial as a physical substance.
This enhancement of mental strength is not slow, but rather a surge like a volcanic eruption.
The air around Liu Yuan's body began to distort and develop tiny black cracks due to the immense mental pressure.
At this moment, the martial soul fusion skill "Red Dust Affection" launched by Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen had already pressed down in front of them.
The overwhelming metallic feathers, carrying scorching soul power and deadly cold, resembled a devastating tsunami, attempting to completely engulf Liu Yuan.
Just as the meteor shower was about to hit him, Liu Yuan slightly raised his head, and two blood-red lights suddenly shone in his double pupils.
"First Soul Skill, activate!"
Liu Yuan's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
As the spirit rings shone, two blood-red rays, highly compressed from extremely pure spiritual power and dark purple spirit power, shot out from his double pupils.
The two rays merged into one in the void, transforming into a blood-red pillar of light half a meter in diameter. With a piercing sound, it crashed head-on into the cascading "Red Dust Yearning".
"boom--!"
A deafening roar exploded on the arena.
The crimson rays collided wildly with the countless metallic feathers, and the red shockwaves intertwined with the icy blue poisonous mist and golden-red explosive flames, creating an energy storm of unprecedented scale.
The granite surface of the arena shattered into pieces under the impact of the aftershocks, turning into a shower of stone dust.
However, the anticipated stalemate did not occur.
In its "ultimate sublimation" state, the laser eye's penetrating power has reached an unbelievable level.
The seemingly indestructible "Red Dust Attachment" light feather melted and collapsed as quickly as ice and snow meeting boiling oil the moment it touched the crimson ray.
Liu Yuan's double pupils narrowed slightly, and the blood-red beam of light thickened again, piercing through the entire mortal mist with a brute force, and slamming into the chest of the huge Martial Soul Fusion Skill phantom.
"Snap—!"
A crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, clearly echoed throughout the venue.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the phantom representing the pinnacle of Sun Moon Royal Academy's technology and martial spirit completely disintegrated under the continuous bombardment of the blood-red rays.
The massive energy backlash transformed into a shockwave that swept around the area. Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen, whose martial souls had been fused, were forcibly blasted apart and thrown out of their fused state.
The two coughed up blood in mid-air, their breaths instantly weakening to the extreme, before crashing heavily to the ground.
"This...how is this possible?" Xiao Hongchen struggled to lift his head, his heterochromatic eyes filled with shattered terror. He looked at Liu Yuan in the distance, his voice trembling violently, "That was our strongest Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and it was actually...it was actually destroyed by his first Soul Skill?"
Meng Hongchen was equally shocked. She couldn't even feel anything in her own body and just stared blankly at the boy standing in the light and shadow.
Liu Yuan snorted coldly, the blood-red color in his double pupils still lingering, and replied in an icy tone, "Nothing is impossible."
Before Hongchen and his sister could react further, Liu Yuan's figure vanished from the spot.
"Qilin Treasure Technique - Flash!"
With a whoosh, Liu Yuan's figure flashed directly to Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen's side as if by teleportation.
He didn't even use his soul skills; he simply delivered two incredibly simple side kicks, which, with a heavy whooshing sound, accurately struck the two men in the waist and abdomen.
"Bang! Bang!"
Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen were kicked out of the arena like two cannonballs, tracing two parallel arcs in the air before crashing heavily into the safe zone below, instantly losing consciousness.
The entire audience was once again plunged into a deathly shock.
The audience, who were initially amazed by the power of "worldly attachments," were now like ducks with their necks choked, mouths agape but unable to utter a sound.
"Well done, junior brother!"
Seeing this, Long Aotian, who was in a stalemate with Ma Rulong, let out a joyful shout.
His dark golden soul power surged violently, and he once again withstood the pressure of the Sword of Judgment with overwhelming force.
In contrast, Ma Rulong felt an increased sense of pressure at this moment.
He gripped the "Sword of Judgment" tightly in his hand, his palms already sweating.
He originally thought that with the level eight soul guidance power of the Sword of Judgment, as long as he could suppress Long Aotian, it would only be a matter of time before the Hongchen siblings dealt with Liu Yuan.
However, in reality, after Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen used their ultimate methods, they were instantly wiped out by Liu Yuan.
This means that Ma Rulong will face an attack from the Tianhun Royal Team in the next phase.
Without the cover of his teammates, facing monsters like Liu Yuan and martial arts masters like Long Aotian, even with an eighth-level soul tool, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Even a martial soul fusion technique of this level... can be broken independently?" Emperor Xu Jiawei of the Star Luo Empire sat in the main seat, his body leaning forward unconsciously, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
"This Liu Yuan, is he really this powerful? Is he really just a twelve-year-old boy?"
"Shrek Academy must be regretting it to the core now, right?"
On the Shrek team's side...
Xuanzi has completely broken through her defenses.
The wine jug he had been holding tightly slipped from his grasp, smashing to pieces on the ground, splattering spicy liquid everywhere.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Xuanzi let out a low, somewhat hysterical roar, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the arena.
"That's Sun Moon Royal's trump card! Damn it, why is this happening? Is Sun Moon Royal really going to lose?"
Xuanzi absolutely did not want to see this happen.
However, Liu Yuan quickly gave everyone the final answer through his actions.
After dealing with the Hongchen siblings, Liu Yuan did not stop.
He appeared and disappeared on the ring like a bolt of lightning.
Every move he made was simple and direct, yet it contained the ultimate burst of power enhanced by the Metal of Life.
In just a few breaths, the remaining members of the Sun and Moon Royal Team who were trying to form a defensive formation were eliminated one after another, like wheat being harvested, with the cooperation of Liu Yuan and the rest of the Heavenly Soul Team.
In the end, only Ma Rulong remained alone on the stage.
Ma Rulong frantically swung the Sword of Judgment, its golden and red sword energy crisscrossing as he attempted a final, desperate struggle.
However, he is now surrounded by the entire Heavenly Soul Royal team.
Vina, Chen Lu, and the others blocked his retreat, while Long Aotian, like a moving iron tower, continuously drained his soul power head-on.
Finally, under intense combat, Ma Rulong, due to excessive consumption of soul power, experienced a very slight pause while turning to defend.
"Now!"
Long Aotian keenly seized this opportunity. He let out a furious roar, and his right fist, wrapped in a thick layer of dark golden soul power, slammed directly into the side of the Judgment Sword.
"clang--!"
A crisp metallic crack rang out, and Ma Rulong's tiger's mouth burst open. The eighth-level soul tool that symbolized glory—the Sword of Judgment—was actually sent flying by Long Aotian's punch, spinning and embedding itself in a crack in the rock at the edge of the arena.
With his weapon gone, Ma Rulong's defenses were wide open.
Liu Yuan had appeared directly in front of him without him noticing. His right hand was already clenched, and the dark purple soul power of his double pupils condensed into a phantom of a Qilin head on his fist.
"Qilin Treasure Technique - Collapse!"
Instead of using fancy magic, Liu Yuan delivered a heavy, straight punch that slammed into Ma Rulong's breastplate.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Ma Rulong's thick level 5 armor was dented with a clear fist mark by the punch.
He and the soul-guided thruster on his back were sent flying out of the arena by Liu Yuan's punch, crashing heavily onto the open ground below the referee's table.
The entire place fell silent again, then erupted into a huge uproar loud enough to shake the square.
The chief referee glanced at the ravaged arena with a complex expression, took a deep breath, and then announced the final result in an extremely loud voice:
"Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy Team, all members withdraw!"
"The winner of this match is—the Heavenly Soul Royal Academy team!"
(End of chapter)