Chapter 275 Xuanzi Breaks Through the Great Defense, Vomits Blood in Anger.
The dull thud of the fall was exceptionally clear on the empty arena.
Bei Bei, Wang Dong, Xu Sanshi, Xiao Xiao, He Caitou, and others lay sprawled on the cold ground, their soul power fluctuations completely subsiding the moment they fainted.
The lightning and light energy that was just about to be released instantly dissipated, and the entire Shrek Academy's battle area became completely silent in that instant.
After a brief moment of stillness, the stands around the square did not erupt in gasps of surprise, but instead fell into an eerie, deathly silence born of extreme terror.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators, independent cultivators, and even elders from various empires all stood up abruptly from their seats. They stared intently at the scene on the big screen, many of them so shocked that their lips parted slightly, yet they couldn't utter a single word.
This result has completely exceeded the cognitive limits of everyone present.
In their minds, this was supposed to be an epic battle, a showdown between the eternally number one academy and the previous champion.
But who could have imagined that while the referee's words "The match begins" were still echoing in the hall, Shrek Academy's entire elite main force couldn't even last a second before collapsing onto the stage.
"This...this is impossible..."
In the front row of the stands, a veteran elder from a long-established sect nearly collapsed back into his chair as his legs gave way.
Cold sweat streamed down his face, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"That's Shrek Academy! All of them are core disciples at the Soul King and Soul Emperor level, and they clearly made thorough mental preparations before going on stage. How could they not even withstand a single blow?"
"He defeated him in a single move... no, he didn't even lift a hand. Just how powerful has Liu Yuan become? Is he really still part of the same generation of young people as us?"
Not only were ordinary viewers shocked, but the main forces on the other top-tier battlegrounds also had their expressions completely changed.
On the other side of the main square, in front of the preparation area of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.
Xiao Hongchen had his arms crossed over his chest, with an arrogant expression on his face, ready to watch the show.
But just as Beibei and the others collapsed in unison, he suddenly took a step forward as if he had been electrocuted, gripping the metal railing in front of him tightly with both hands.
Due to excessive force, the joints of Xiao Hongchen's right fingertips turned deathly pale from extreme congestion.
Those eyes, which were originally filled with arrogance, were now wide open, filled with deep horror and disbelief.
"Grandpa...did you see it clearly? What methods did he use?"
Xiao Hongchen's voice carried an unusual hint of panic.
He turned his head and looked at Jing Hongchen beside him, asking somewhat incoherently, "Those Shrek people, is their soul power just for show? Even if Meng and I joined forces to launch a coordinated attack, it would be absolutely impossible to make Bei Bei and the others lose consciousness in an instant. This Liu Yuan... just what kind of monster is he?"
Beside her, Meng Hongchen's delicate face also appeared somewhat stiff.
She stared intently at the clean-cut white-clad youth on the big screen, whose hands remained behind his back the entire time. She couldn't help but take a half-step back, muttering absentmindedly to herself, "Is this the person who defeated Shrek Academy last time? No leaked soul power, no soul rings displayed. If we encounter him in the upcoming finals, can our combined soul master formation really withstand even a single glance from him?"
Jing Hongchen sat to the side with a sullen face. Although he did not shout like his grandchildren, his tightly clenched long sleeves were trembling slightly, showing his inner turmoil.
In this year's Elite Soul Master Tournament, the Sun Moon Empire had made ample preparations, intending to forcibly retain the champion in Mingdu, its home territory.
But now, seeing Liu Yuan's almost godlike skills, Jing Hongchen knew very well that there was no need to continue this competition.
Faced with absolute spiritual dominance, any coordinated defense by a Soul Master will become a joke.
Meanwhile, on the other side, in front of the preparation area of the Star Luo National Academy.
After a long while, he placed his hands on the basalt railing, his delicate face also filled with shock.
Although she had mentally prepared herself to give up the championship and devote all her energy to another secret mission of the Empire last night in the hotel, the shock she felt when she saw the Shrek team collapse like paper in front of Liu Yuan was still overwhelming.
"It seems my decision was right." Xu Jiujiu gave a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly. "It seems that this year's Soul Master Competition is really pointless. Neither our Star Luo National Academy nor the arrogant Shrek Academy can even compete with Liu Yuan and the Body Sect."
At this moment, a gentle breeze was blowing across the wide competition stage.
Among the many bodies lying on the ground, heavily armored and in school uniforms, only Huo Yuhao remained conscious and in the same spot.
The light in Huo Yuhao's deep, spiritual eyes trembled wildly. In the instant Liu Yuan's spiritual energy assaulted him, as the only person present with a spiritual martial soul for defense, his spiritual sea suffered an indescribable blow. If it weren't for the extremely hidden, special origin hidden deep within his mind spontaneously protecting him and absorbing most of the crushing force, he would have undoubtedly fainted within the very first millisecond of contact, just like Bei Bei and Wang Dong beside him.
Even so, Huo Yuhao was not feeling well. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and the veins on his temples throbbed violently due to the excessive mental pressure. He could clearly feel that his mental sea had been suppressed to the point of almost solidification in an instant by the residual power emanating from Liu Yuan.
Huo Yuhao glanced at his senior brother Bei Bei, who was lying on the ground beside him, and then at Wang Dong, who was lying not far away, whose martial soul wings had just unfolded and then died. He gritted his teeth and struggled to raise his hands to hold onto the armrests of the wheelchair.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the intense dizziness that was making his head spin.
He slightly raised his head and focused his gaze on the white-clad youth who stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged, a thousand meters ahead.
Facing the sunlight, Huo Yuhao slowly stretched out a bitter smile.
The gap is too big.
This gap can no longer be bridged by so-called tactical concealment or by desperately guarding the sea of spirit with soul power.
The long-winded arguments that Xuanzi made in the hotel last night seemed so ignorant and laughable in the face of absolute overwhelming power.
Liu Yuan wasn't feeling guilty or apprehensive at all; he simply felt that the Shrek Academy students weren't worthy of his full strength.
"We... admit defeat."
Huo Yuhao spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, which, though not loud, was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the miniature amplifying soul tool on his chest.
His hands slid limply off the armrests, and he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, adding, "We... we know we are no match for you and the Heavenly Soul Royal Academy. There's no need to continue this match."
Hearing Huo Yuhao, representing Shrek Academy, utter the words "I concede" in front of everyone, the audience below the stage and in the stands were once again shocked. The pride of the number one academy for millennia was shattered in the very first second by Liu Yuan using the most direct methods.
Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's surrender, Liu Yuan slightly turned his head, his hands still clasped behind his back. His closed double pupils were subtly aimed at the head referee standing to the side, who was completely terrified.
Liu Yuan's expression remained calm and composed as he spoke indifferently:
"Referee, the opposing team has conceded defeat. You can announce the result now."
At this moment, the chief referee was completely dumbfounded, his mind blank. His raised right hand was still frozen in mid-air, maintaining the strange posture from when it had just fallen halfway down. Hearing Liu Yuan's urging, the chief referee suddenly shuddered as if waking from a dream.
He glanced stiffly at the six Shrek students lying unconscious on the ground, then at Huo Yuhao, whose face was pale and who was shaking his head in defeat. The head referee swallowed hard, mustered his remaining soul power, and announced loudly with a trembling voice:
"Shrek Academy team voluntarily concedes defeat! I hereby declare the winner of this round-robin tournament—Heavenly Soul Royal Academy team!"
As the referee's trembling voice finally fell silent, after a brief silence, the stands of hundreds of thousands of people in the entire square erupted in chaos.
The entire arena was once again plunged into intense shock and frenzied excitement. Countless ordinary people and rogue soul masters who had come specifically to watch this duel all turned red in the face and clapped their hands frantically.
Even though Liu Yuan's methods were so bizarre that they couldn't understand them, his decisive and ruthless defeat of the number one academy in a single exchange still inspired the audience's extreme admiration for the strong.
"Liu Yuan—! Liu Yuan—!"
"Liu Yuan with double pupils—! An undefeated legend—!"
The dense shouts converged into a deafening roar, reverberating wildly across the skies outside Mingdu. Everyone was chanting Liu Yuan's name frantically, their faces filled with awe and fervor.
Several high-altitude detection soul guides in the sky quickly zoomed in on the camera.
On the large, bright yellow screen, amidst a near-frenzied roar of cheers, the white-clad youth Liu Yuan calmly turned around. He didn't glance at the unconscious Shrek Academy student on the ground, maintaining his unhurried pace as he led Long Aotian, Chen Lu, and the others down the wide arena.
However, in the viewing area at the top of the platform, the atmosphere was completely different from the cheers of the crowd.
Poison Undying sat casually in a specially made metal chair, listening to the deafening shouts about Liu Yuan all around him. His wrinkled, aged face was beaming with an intense smile.
He slowly turned his head and placed his aged eyes, which gleamed with a bright green light, on the face of Xuanzi, who was standing not far away in front of Shrek's training ground.
As expected, under the disdainful and mocking gaze of Poison Undying.
At this moment, Xuanzi stood frozen in front of the chair like a lifeless stone statue. The wooden corner of the table that he was tightly gripping in his right hand had been crushed into a fine powder by the extremely powerful but completely out-of-control palm force of the Limit Douluo, and it unconsciously spilled to the ground through his fingers.
In that instant, Xuanzi's old face became extremely ugly.
His once rosy face turned deathly pale in a very short time, and then, due to the endless resentment, rage, and humiliation within him, it swelled up to an almost purplish-red color. His squinting eyes were almost bursting open, and the corners of his eyes were covered with bright red veins that bulged out due to excessive blood flow.
Xuanzi stared intently at Beibei and Wang Dong, who were being carried off the stage. His chest heaved violently, and he let out heavy, unpleasant breaths.
The deductions he confidently made in front of his disciples last night, and the "perfect preparations" he thought he had made on the preparation stand, all turned into the loudest slaps in the face in front of Liu Yuan's unreasonable mental tsunami. In front of hundreds of thousands of people across the continent, they were slapped hard across the face of this newly promoted Limit Douluo.
The sheer frustration of punching cotton, losing completely without even seeing the opponent's martial soul, caused the proud and arrogant Taotie Douluo Xuanzi, who had been arrogant for ten thousand years, to tremble violently.
He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly under his gray robe that they cracked. He was so enraged and ashamed that he almost coughed up blood in front of everyone.
Damn it!
"how so?"
"So many plans I've made! So many hopes I've held!"
"Is everything going to go down the drain again?"
"Liu Yuan, you deserve to die!"
Xuanzi was furious. When he looked at Liu Yuan on the arena again, his heart was filled with intense killing intent.
Honestly, he hated this damned boy to the core. If it weren't for him, everything would have gone smoothly for Xuanzi. But it was always him who would always come and ruin his plans at crucial moments.
Therefore, deep in his heart, Xuanzi suddenly made a decision.
"It's not over yet."
"It's a round-robin tournament, not a knockout tournament. Even if you lose this match, you still have a chance!"
"As for Liu Yuan, you are indeed outstanding, but compared to a Limit Douluo, you are still far behind!"
"You just wait!"
(End of chapter)