chsdbacks Chapter 37 An eye for an eye
Chapter 37 An eye for an eye
"This battle of spirits shall officially begin!"
As the host's voice rang out loudly.
The atmosphere in Arena Seven was instantly ignited.
The deafening shouts were all cheers for Mo Long.
On the Battle Arena.
Mo Long spread his arms wide, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.
He looked at Yang Yuan, his face full of contempt.
He wouldn't have acted this way against a different opponent.
However, Yang Yuan's age was so deceptive that Mo Long didn't take him seriously at all.
"We've been underestimated!"
Yang Yuan chuckled upon seeing this.
Hearing the enthusiastic cheers, he couldn't help but grin.
next second.
A burst of chaotic light erupted from Yang Yuan's double pupils.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two spirit rings slowly rose.
Purple, still purple!
The audience members watching the No. 7 Soul Arena were stunned for a moment, but then erupted in cheers and shouts ten times stronger than before.
"Two millennium spirit rings!"
"Am I seeing things?"
"How could such a combination of spirit rings possibly appear on a two-ring Great Spirit Master?"
"A hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"
The murmurs mingled with the cheers and shouts.
Not only the audience, but even the students of Class One of the Heavenly Sovereign level were astonished by what they saw.
Although Yang Yuan never revealed his spirit rings, they always assumed that Yang Yuan's spirit ring combination was the same as theirs, with two hundred-year spirit rings.
No one thought of it.
Yang Yuan's first and second spirit rings were not for a hundred years, but for a thousand years.
How is that possible?
Isn't it said that the limit for the first spirit ring is over four hundred years?
This is very abnormal.
Throughout history, only twin martial souls have been able to achieve the first ring for a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.
Upon seeing this, Dugu Yan's worry vanished, and she murmured to herself.
"Yang Yuan's younger brother has kept this a secret for far too long; he didn't even tell me."
However, upon further reflection, I realized that my relationship with Yang Yuan's younger brother had only improved in the last couple of days, so I felt relieved.
On the seventh battle arena, Mo Long trembled violently upon seeing Yang Yuan release two thousand-year soul rings, feeling a chill run down his spine.
An expression of disbelief also flashed in his eyes.
Both are two-ring Great Soul Masters, so how could this guy who hasn't even grown his hair yet possibly have two thousand-year soul rings?
How did he manage to do that?
Such a thought was fleeting.
Although Mo Long was extremely shocked at the moment, he was a veteran of many battles and experienced, and he managed to calm himself down in just a moment.
Now is not the time to be distracted.
Mo Long mustered his strength, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
Although the kid on the other side had two thousand-year soul rings that were quite intimidating.
But then again, the battle spirit isn't judged by the color of the spirit ring.
Otherwise, everyone could just compare the colors of their spirit rings; what would be the point of fighting?
Although I don't know why the first and second rings of this kid are thousand-year soul rings.
But I am a level 29 Great Soul Master, with at least a hundred or a thousand battles of Soul Fighting experience. How could I be afraid of losing to an eight or nine-year-old child?
After figuring it out, Mo Long immediately released his martial spirit.
In an instant, two yellow spirit rings rose up from beneath his feet.
Mo Long now held a jet-black longsword.
The moment he summoned his martial spirit, his body shot out, his soul power surged, and he thrust out with his sword.
Although it is unsportsmanlike to strike a child unexpectedly.
But for Mo Long, who has fought for so many years, pride is not worth mentioning as long as he can win.
Although Mo Long didn't think he would lose to a child, when it came to actually making a move, he showed no intention of holding back at all.
Thanks to his years of experience in battle, Mo Long's swordsmanship is particularly cunning and sharp.
In addition, his speed is also incredibly fast.
If it were an ordinary Great Soul Master, he would probably be caught off guard by this move.
However, facing his tricky sword strike, a chaotic light flashed in Yang Yuan's double pupils, and his figure lightly dodged it like a ghost.
At the same time, Yang Yuan raised his hand and made a gesture.
A phantom black longsword materialized in Yang Yuan's hand.
The moment he saw the longsword, Mo Long's pupils dilated sharply.
This…
Isn't this my own martial soul, the Ink Killing Sword?
How come this child's martial spirit is also the Ink Killing Sword?
At that moment, Mo Long almost doubted his eyes.
This method, of course, involved Yang Yuan activating his double pupils to directly manifest the martial soul of the Ink Dragon.
Before absorbing the spirit ring, Yang Yuan would never have been able to evolve his martial spirit so quickly.
After absorbing two spirit rings in succession, Yang Yuan's development of his double pupils greatly improved.
He only needs to glance at an ordinary martial spirit to be able to roughly conceive of it.
Now, I have a longsword in my hand.
After dodging Mo Long's sword, Yang Yuan turned around and thrust out his own sword.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Long, who had just regained his senses, was shaken once again.
The technique of this sword strike was exactly the same as the one I had just used.
Do not…
wrong!
The sword strike from the person with double pupils was faster and more cunning!
At this moment, Mo Long no longer dared to underestimate Yang Yuan as an ordinary child, but instead regarded him as a formidable opponent.
But the shock was far from over.
Soon, Mo Long will be able to truly understand the most terrifying aspect of Yang Yuan.
That is, no matter what kind of attack he launches, Yang Yuan can perfectly replicate his attack.
Gradually, only fear remained in Mo Long's eyes.
He attempted to suppress Yang Yuan by relying on his higher soul power level and greater speed.
But to his horror, he discovered that Yang Yuan's control over strength and speed was exactly the same as his own.
In the end, Mo Long even felt that he was not fighting Yang Yuan, but his own mirror image.
The difference is that this mirror image's move is exactly the same as one's own, but its technique is far superior.
To describe the battle between the two in a vivid way, it would be like a father beating his son.
It's not very harmful, but extremely humiliating!
The black dragon roared, its spirit rings flashing beneath its feet.
First Soul Skill: Wind-Breaking Slash.
A twelve-foot-long sword aura suddenly erupted from the Ink Dragon Sword, slashing towards Yang Yuan at an extremely fast speed.
Mo Long's eyes were solemn.
"You can't possibly copy my soul skills too, can you?"
As expected, when Mo Long first saw Yang Yuan remain motionless, he was pleasantly surprised and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as the sword energy was about to strike Yang Yuan, his eyes flashed with chaotic light, and countless intricate runes rearranged and reorganized.
Just now, the instant Mo Long released his soul skill, he had already discerned the specific soul power flow path of that skill and perfectly copied it.
Yang Yuan's soul power surged.
In the nick of time, he swung his sword with lightning speed.
Sky-Piercing Slash!
This sword strike, with its sword energy reaching eighteen feet in length, possessed an unstoppable momentum.
The sound of something breaking through the air was like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.
The two sword energies collided in mid-air.
They are the same two soul skills, but their strengths are completely different.
Yang Yuan's Wind-Breaking Slash destroyed Mo Long's Wind-Breaking Slash with overwhelming force, and finally landed on the latter with unstoppable force.
Mo Long's expression suddenly changed, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing directly under the No. 7 Soul Arena.
After a brief silence.
A deafening roar erupted from all directions.
Yang Yuan stood in the center of the No. 7 Soul Arena, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The outcome is decided!
It's so satisfying to show off!