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"Su Jing, you seem to be doing quite well in the Cloud Spirit Sect," Yang Minghuang's voice was as gloomy as anyone else's.
"Not bad, much better than being ostracized in Suiyang City," Su Jing replied with a faint smile, indicating that they were old acquaintances.
Yang Minghuang drew his sword, the tip aimed directly at Su Jing. "I have condensed my Sword Soul, so naturally I will face you with my sword. Prepare yourself."
"That's fine; I never use weapons," Su Jing said calmly. At around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, he exuded an air of confidence as a disciple of the Wind Thunder Lineage, showing no concern for Yang Minghuang's challenge.
"Make your move. One strike to determine the victor; don't waste time," Yang Minghuang said coldly, performing a flourish with his sword and taking a defensive stance.
A fair duel does not necessarily mean that the first to strike has the advantage. Yang Minghuang wielded his sword while Su Jing was unarmed. Su Jing chose to strike first, not taking any advantage.
Su Jing nodded slightly. The short distance allowed him to swiftly close in on Yang Minghuang, his fists gathering powerful Soul Power. A massive fist shadow enveloped his hand as he roared, "Hurricane Fist!"
With a powerful swing, the enormous fist shadow shot forth like a fierce hurricane towards Yang Minghuang. The wind scattered the strands of hair hanging over Yang Minghuang's forehead, revealing his cold silver eyes beneath.
"Soul Sword!"
Yang Minghuang's right hand danced with the sword, sending waves of sword energy toward the Hurricane Fist shadow. However, a slender sword made entirely of Soul Power shot out from the palm of Yang Minghuang's left hand, tracing an unusual arc as it passed through the mesmerizing Sword Light created by his right hand and silently pierced into Su Jing's lower rib!
The long sword moved so fast it was nearly invisible to the naked eye. In just two breaths, Yang Minghuang shattered Su Jing's Hurricane Fist and stepped back, coldly watching Su Jing.
Su Jing stared in shock at the blood hole in his side. Though the wound was not fatal, he had already lost the strength to continue fighting.
The spectators in the Arena stared at Yang Minghuang in disbelief. Even Ji Mei, a woman with an extremely proud demeanor, showed an expression of astonishment.
"That Yang Minghuang can actually execute two Soul Techniques simultaneously!"
Ji Mei exclaimed, "His right hand wields Sword Technique while his left quietly condenses Soul Sword—he truly is multitasking!"
Wei Chen thought to himself that there was always someone stronger, and Yang Minghuang's strength surpassed his own. This newly promoted outer disciple, a member of the royal family, was truly remarkable.
The disciples of the Golden Soldier Lineage cheered loudly, while on the side of the Wind Thunder Lineage, everyone fell silent. Inner Sect Senior Brother Su Jing had been defeated so quickly?
Elder Wei Yunlong of the Wind Thunder Lineage stood on the Cloud Spirit Tower, watching his beloved disciple fall in defeat, his face dark with anger.
Yang Minghuang cast a cold glance at Su Jing and spoke in a gloomy tone, "You lost."
With that, Yang Minghuang turned and left the Arena, while the members of the Wind Thunder Lineage hurriedly carried Su Jing away to tend to his injuries.
The first match was not particularly thrilling, but Yang Minghuang's unexpected dual-attack technique made his name spread rapidly throughout the Cloud Spirit Sect. The fact that a newly promoted outer disciple had defeated an Inner Sect Disciple from the Wind Thunder Lineage was astonishing!
The Wind Thunder Lineage had lost face; everyone retreated, unable to bear watching any longer.
In the second match, Wei Chen faced Zhao Song. The Elder Enforcer performed the usual greeting as Wei Chen and Zhao Song stepped onto the Arena.
Elder Zhao WujI of the Beast Soul Line had not come; instead, many disciples were accompanied by Zhao Chen, the second-ranked inner disciple of the Beast Soul Line and Zhao WujI's grandson, who was also a distant cousin of Zhao Song.
Zhao Chen wore an indifferent expression and seemed unconcerned about the duel between Wei Chen and Zhao Song. However, other disciples from the Beast Soul Line shouted encouragement for Zhao Song to beat Wei Chen.
On the side of the Flower Soul Lineage, all female disciples shouted in unison, "Go Wei Chen!" Their enthusiasm was overwhelming...
Hearing this, Wei Chen couldn't help but smile wryly. Sisters, please don't be so enthusiastic! If I lose, it would be quite embarrassing!
"Wei Chen, I never expected you to escape by luck. But now you're challenging me? That's just asking for trouble," Zhao Song said as he stepped closer to Wei Chen and whispered in his ear.
“What’s wrong with Song Qingshan? I was planning to smash him in front of everyone, but he probably won’t even have the chance to compete; he’s still bedridden, right?” Wei Chen’s voice was loud, but the people in the Arena couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“Don’t worry, my strength may not match Brother Song’s, but leaving you with a bloody lesson will be enough.”
“Do you know why I didn’t die back then?” Wei Chen sneered. “Because I told myself to stay alive and slowly torture both of you. Today is just the first time; I’m only giving you a little lesson. There’s more to come.”
“With such low strength, you’re still so cocky. If I can kill you once, I can do it a second and third time. Let’s see if you really are unkillable!”
Zhao Song finished speaking and took a few steps back, mocking Wei Chen.
Wei Chen flipped him off. “Song Qingshan’s lackey, go ahead and show me how you serve as a dog!”
“Looking for death!”
Zhao Song was enraged by Wei Chen's words and struck out.
His body moved with the agility of a leopard as he lunged at Wei Chen. Midway, he leaped high into the air, descending with fierce claws aimed at his target!
Zhao Song’s Spirit Beast Soul was the Windrider Leopard Soul, known for its speed, and his velocity was astonishing. His Essence Martial Soul was a rare Flame Bear Soul; as he struck down, a wave of hot wind rushed forward.
Facing Zhao Song’s powerful attack, Wei Chen surprisingly did not retreat. He clenched his fists tightly, his body bending low like a tiger poised to pounce. In an instant of silence, he pushed off the ground with tremendous force, launching himself like an arrow towards Zhao Song.
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