"Bang!"
The tall young man fell face-first to the ground and did not get up.
The blood gushing out gradually spread across the arena...
After the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a brief moment, it instantly became heated, with gasps of amazement and cries of surprise rising one after another. Especially from those visiting Soul Master academies.
Although they had heard the rumor that once Dugu Qiubai's sword left its sheath, the battle was over, hearing was one thing, but without actually seeing it, you could never imagine just how shocking it was!
From the start of the match to its end, only a very short time had passed. The moment the sword in Yunchuan's hand left its sheath, he gave his opponent no chance whatsoever to resist. A Soul Ancestor above rank forty did not even have time to react before being wounded by a single slash. Losing the ability to fight.
At this moment, his fallen body was still twitching continuously on the ground, though Yunchuan had taken care to hold back, and the wound was not deep, so it had not taken his life. But his internal organs had been injured by the sword energy, which had also temporarily deprived him of his ability to fight. Even with a healing Soul Master, unless it was a top-tier healing martial soul like the Nine Heart Begonia. Otherwise, it would probably already be very difficult for him to participate in tomorrow's match again.
There was not the slightest change on the handsome face of the swordsman in green, his gaze drifting toward the other members of Barak Academy as he merely said indifferently: "Next."
These simple three words, however, were like igniting a powder keg, and on Barak Academy's side, seven or eight people immediately sprang forward, charging aggressively toward Yunchuan.
"Stop! What are you trying to do?" The referee appeared in time, but he only used words to stop the opposing side.
The swordsman in green looked at the several people charging aggressively, without speaking. He merely slowly placed his hand on the sword hilt, ready to draw his sword at any moment.
"This is a competition, what are you trying to do?" A deep and chilling voice entered the arena, the coldness in those words making everyone's entire body turn cold!
Platinum Bishop Salas had at some point risen from the VIP seats, his icy gaze fixed on both sides in the arena.
At this moment, the teacher leading the Barak Kingdom team had also already entered the competition grounds. He looked at Yunchuan with his hand resting on the sword hilt, and although his own rank was clearly higher than the other's, for some reason he felt somewhat panicked!
Not daring to look any longer, he hurriedly turned and saluted the VIP seats from afar, saying: "Lord Platinum Bishop, please calm your anger. We only wanted to carry our academy's student down. There was no other intention."
Salas said indifferently: "Both sides, please remember your identities. Any non-competitor who enters the arena again without the referee's permission will immediately be expelled from this tournament."
The explosive scene that had been about to erupt was suppressed just like that, but the smell of gunpowder between Cupid Academy and Barak Academy undoubtedly became much stronger.
Yunchuan still stood quietly where he was, maintaining the posture of his hand resting on the sword hilt. As though he could draw his sword and injure someone at any moment, ending the match.
Barak Academy had clearly been enraged, impatient to regain their pride, so the second person to step onto the stage was unexpectedly also a Soul Ancestor above rank forty.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, without waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match, he had already released his martial soul. His martial soul was very unusual, it was a flower. A red center, orange petals.
"Sunflower."
Yunchuan became a little interested.
This second opponent was a Soul Master with a plant martial soul. In terms of quality, the Sunflower belonged to the relatively high-end plant martial souls, possessing very strong restraining abilities.
Wild Sunflowers could release a peculiar scent, causing enemies to lose their ability to fight. It was a peculiar mental toxin.
And the Sunflower itself was even as hard as iron, using it as a martial soul, the flower could also be used as a weapon. Both poison and attack were emphasized. Clearly, this opponent's strength was by no means comparable to the previous opponent's.
Only.
Seeing the four soul rings on his opponent, white, yellow, purple, purple, Yunchuan knew that even if this person was strong, his strength was probably limited. After all, he did not even have the optimal soul ring configuration.
"You will pay the price for what you just did." Although this second member sent out by the Barak Kingdom was not tall, he was extremely sturdy, and the bulging muscles on his broad shoulders could be clearly seen. With such an appearance while holding a fresh flower, he looked rather strange.
The referee reminded him: "Do not forget the competition rules, if you violate them, you will lose the qualification to continue participating."
The other party nodded, but the aura emanating from his body showed no intention of restraining itself in the slightest.
Seeing this, the referee helplessly shook his head and shouted: "The match begins."
At the referee's announcement, the first soul ring on the Barak Academy student's body instantly lit up, and the Sunflower in his hand grew with the wind, in the blink of an eye already increasing to a diameter of one meter, while the long stem held in his hand also reached over three meters, instantly turning into a strangely shaped weapon.
With a wave of his hand, a dense cloud of yellow mist was released from the Sunflower, directly enveloping Yunchuan.
According to the thinking of an ordinary Soul Master, at this moment they would probably retreat in large strides, first avoiding its edge. But Yunchuan was different from ordinary people, and did not dodge, instead standing quietly where he was, neither dodging nor evading, directly facing that obviously problematic yellow mist.
Before the yellow mist had even arrived, Yunchuan first smelled a faint floral fragrance. The floral fragrance was very rich, although it was only a trace, it indeed affected the body of this clone. When he created this clone, he had not added poison immunity, so when facing toxins he would naturally be affected.
Under circumstances of the same rank, especially when neither side's soul power was particularly high, poison Soul Masters had a great advantage. As long as it was applied properly, they could restrict their opponents to a very great extent.
For example, this Barak Academy student before him, judging from attribute counters, aside from martial souls specifically designed to counter toxins, only ice and fire type martial souls like Huo Wu's and Shui Bing'er's could counter him.
At this moment, he looked at Yunchuan, who neither dodged nor evaded, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as he repeatedly fanned the Sunflower in his hand, blowing that large cloud of yellow mist toward him.
On his body, the first two soul rings had already lit up. Clearly, one of his two soul skills enlarged the Sunflower, while the other was this poisonous mist.
Very soon, just as the yellow mist was about to engulf Yunchuan, he finally moved.
The longsword in his hand was slowly drawn, the blade suddenly turning crimson...
As the sword was completely drawn, he followed through with a swing!
Towering flames roared forth!
The yellow mist that was about to engulf him melted away like ice and snow before these flames. In the blink of an eye, the poisonous mist within ten square meters around Yunchuan's body had completely vanished.
High-temperature flames could destroy all toxins!
Mere poisonous mist, before such vigorous flames, could naturally only vanish into thin air.
"How is that possible?!"
He cried out involuntarily. His face full of disbelief, even though he knew this person possessed the fire attribute. But he had never imagined that his fire attribute would be so abnormal, actually able to easily burn away all of his yellow mist!
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