Chapter 115: Defeating the Sun Moon Team! Heavenly Soul Team Victorious
Liu Yuan stood in the dead center of the ruined arena. Under the absolute enhancement of Ultimate Sublimation, his aura climbed to a terrifying, suffocating peak. The sheer density of his compressed spiritual power forced a physical mutation upon him. His Double Pupils shifted from their deep, abyssal purple into a blinding, majestic purple-gold. At the center of his forehead, the emerald-green Eye of Life tore open completely, bleeding out a thick, tangible mist of pure Life Origin.
This was no gradual rise in strength. It was a violent, volcanic eruption. The air immediately surrounding his body began to warp, producing visible distortions and tiny, jagged black spatial cracks. The very atmosphere groaned, entirely unable to withstand the crushing weight of his spiritual pressure.
Before him, the Soul Fusion Skill unleashed by Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen—Red Dust's Yearning—crashed downward. A sky-blotting wave of metallic light feathers, dripping with scorching soul power and a bone-chilling, highly toxic frost, surged forward like a destructive tsunami aiming to swallow Liu Yuan whole.
In the split second before the meteor-like shower of fire and ice could make impact, Liu Yuan tilted his head up. Two streaks of blood-red light flared violently within his Double Pupils.
"First Soul Skill."
His voice was a flat, glacial drawl, completely devoid of human emotion.
As his soul ring flared to life, two highly compressed beams of blood-red light—forged from blindingly pure spiritual power and dark purple soul power—erupted from his eyes. Within the Void Realm, the twin rays twisted and merged, fusing into a single blood-red pillar of destruction half a meter thick. With an ear-piercing shriek that tore the air apart, it slammed head-on into the descending tsunami of Red Dust's Yearning.
Boom—!
A deafening roar detonated across the arena. The blood-red pillar and the endless storm of metallic feathers ground against each other in a frantic, apocalyptic collision. Crimson shockwaves slashed through icy blue poison mist and golden-red explosive flames, birthing an energy storm the likes of which this tournament had never seen. The reinforced granite flooring beneath them sheared away in massive sheets, pulverized into a cloud of jagged shrapnel by the sheer force of the aftershocks.
Yet, the bitter stalemate the crowd expected never materialized.
Empowered by Ultimate Sublimation, the piercing force of the Laser Eye had breached the world of the absurd. The supposedly indestructible light feathers of Red Dust's Yearning melted away the instant they touched the blood-red beam, dissolving as rapidly as fresh snow cast into a vat of boiling oil.
Liu Yuan narrowed his Double Pupils. The blood-red pillar thickened, surging with renewed violence. It brutally punched straight through the suffocating mist of the mortal world, slamming dead center into the chest of the massive Soul Fusion phantom.
Crack—!
A crisp, high-pitched sound, exactly like a massive mirror fracturing into a thousand pieces, echoed clearly across the silent stadium. Under the horrified stares of a hundred thousand spectators, the towering phantom—the absolute pinnacle of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy's technology and martial souls—disintegrated into glowing dust beneath the relentless bombardment of the blood-red ray.
The resulting energy backlash exploded outward in a sweeping shockwave. Forcibly ripped from their fused state, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen were blasted backward through the air. Thick sprays of blood erupted from their mouths, trailing behind them as their once-overwhelming auras withered into nothingness. They crashed heavily against the shattered stone floor.
"This... how is this possible?" Xiao Hongchen forced his head up, his heterochromatic eyes blown wide with shattered terror. He stared at the distant figure of Liu Yuan, his jaw trembling violently. "That was our strongest Soul Fusion Skill... yet... it was blasted apart by his First Soul Skill?"
Meng Hongchen lay paralyzed beside him. Her limbs refused to respond. She could only stare blankly at the young man standing untouched amidst the fading light and shadows.
Liu Yuan let out a cold, dismissive scoff. The blood-red glow had yet to fade from his Double Pupils. "Nothing is impossible."
He did not give the Hongchen siblings a single second to breathe. His figure vanished from his spot.
"Qilin Precious Technique—Flash."
With a sharp rush of wind, Liu Yuan materialized directly beside the fallen siblings, bypassing the distance as if stepping through space itself. He did not bother activating another soul skill. He merely pivoted, his leg snapping out in two brutally simple, heavy side kicks that tore through the air.
Bang! Bang!
The heavy thud of leather meeting flesh rang out. Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen folded around his boots, launching off the elevated arena like twin cannonballs. They drew two parallel arcs through the air before violently crashing into the safety zone below, their eyes rolling back as they instantly lost consciousness.
The entire stadium plunged into a deathly, suffocating silence. The spectators, who only seconds ago had been screaming in awe at the might of Red Dust's Yearning, now looked like ducks caught by the throat. Their mouths hung wide open, but not a single sound escaped their lips.
"Well done, Junior Brother!"
Witnessing the brutal execution, Long Aotian let out a hearty, booming laugh. His dark-golden soul power flared violently around his massive frame as he stepped forward, his domineering stance forcibly pushing back the oppressive weight of the Judgment Sword.
On the opposite side of the clash, Captain Ma Rulong felt his lungs constrict. He gripped the hilt of the Judgment Sword with both hands, the leather wrapping already slick with cold sweat. He had calculated everything. He believed that with the devastating power of a Class 8 Soul Tool in his hands, he only needed to stall Long Aotian. It was supposed to be a simple matter of time before the Hongchen siblings eradicated Liu Yuan and came to his aid.
The reality stood before him, mocking his plans. Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen had played their ultimate trump card, only to be effortlessly swept off the board by Liu Yuan in the blink of an eye.
The tactical advantage had instantly inverted. Ma Rulong was now staring down a coordinated siege from the entire Heavenly Soul Imperial Academy Team. Without his teammates to cover his flanks, facing an absolute monster like Liu Yuan and a close-quarters tyrant like Long Aotian, a deep, hollow sense of powerlessness clawed at his chest. Even the mighty Class 8 Soul Tool in his hands felt entirely inadequate.
High above in the VIP seating, Star Luo Emperor Xu Jiawei unconsciously leaned forward, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests of his throne. Absolute disbelief swam in his eyes.
"He can independently shatter a Soul Fusion Skill of that magnitude?" The Emperor muttered, his voice barely audible over the roaring wind below. "This Liu Yuan... his power actually reaches such an extreme? Is he truly just a twelve-year-old boy?"
"Shrek Academy must be green with regret right now, shouldn't they?"
Across the stands, in the viewing area reserved for the Shrek Academy Team, the atmosphere was poisonous.
Elder Xuan's composure had completely and utterly shattered. His hands shook violently. The wine flask he had been gripping slipped through his trembling fingers, shattering against the stone floor. Pungent alcohol splashed across his boots, but he did not blink.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!" Elder Xuan let out a hoarse, hysterical growl. Blood vessels popped in his eyes, turning his sclera a vicious red as he stared fixedly at the youth on the arena. "That was the Sun Moon Imperial team's absolute trump card! Damn it, why is this happening? Is the Sun Moon Imperial Team really going to lose?"
Denial clawed at the old man's throat. He refused to accept the reality playing out before him.
However, Liu Yuan delivered the final, crushing answer through his actions.
After discarding the Hongchen siblings, he did not pause for a single breath. He became a streak of dark lightning, flickering across the ruined battlefield. Every movement he made was brutally simple and ruthlessly direct, yet each strike carried the ultimate explosive force granted by the gold of life.
In the span of a few short breaths, the remaining members of the Sun Moon Imperial Team desperately tried to form a defensive perimeter. It was useless. Under the flawless coordination of Liu Yuan, Vina, Chen Lu, and the rest of the Heavenly Soul Team, the enemy soul engineers were reaped one after another, falling as easily as wheat before a scythe.
Finally, only a solitary figure remained standing on the shattered tiles. Captain Ma Rulong.
Breathing raggedly, Ma Rulong frantically swung the Judgment Sword in wide, desperate arcs. Golden-red sword qi crisscrossed the air around him, forming a final, hopeless cage of light.
But the net had already closed. Vina, Chen Lu, and the others smoothly cut off every possible avenue of retreat. From the front, Long Aotian advanced like a walking iron pagoda, his relentless, heavy strikes continuously draining Ma Rulong's rapidly depleting soul power.
The high-intensity pressure finally broke him. As Ma Rulong twisted his body to parry another strike, his exhausted soul power sputtered, causing a fatal, split-second pause in his defense.
Long Aotian's eyes locked onto the opening. Letting out a deafening roar, he drove his right fist forward. Thick, dark-golden soul power wrapped around his knuckles like a gauntlet, slamming directly into the flat side of the Judgment Sword's blade.
Clang—!
A sharp, metallic blast ruptured the air. The webbing between Ma Rulong's thumb and index finger tore open, spraying blood across the hilt. The Class 8 Soul Tool—the absolute symbol of his team's glory—was violently ripped from his grasp by the sheer kinetic force of Long Aotian's punch. The Judgment Sword spun wildly through the air before lodging itself deep into a jagged fissure at the edge of the arena.
Disarmed and off-balance, Ma Rulong's chest was left completely exposed.
Liu Yuan was already there. He had slipped into the vanguard's guard without a sound, his right hand pulled back into a tight fist. Dark purple soul power surged from his Double Pupils, spiraling down his arm to condense into the roaring phantom of a Qilin's head over his knuckles.
"Qilin Precious Technique—Crumble."
There was no flashy magic. No wasted movement. Liu Yuan simply drove a straight punch forward, carrying the crushing weight of a falling mountain. His fist slammed dead center into the heavy heart-protecting armor on Ma Rulong's chest.
A sickening, muffled thud echoed across the stage. The thick, Class 5 defensive armor instantly caved inward, molding perfectly around the shape of Liu Yuan's fist.
The kinetic impact lifted Ma Rulong entirely off his feet. Along with the heavy soul thruster strapped to his back, the Sun Moon captain was launched backward like a broken ragdoll. He flew completely out of the arena's boundaries, crashing heavily onto the open dirt just below the judges' stand.
The entire stadium fell into a suffocating silence once more. A second later, a massive, deafening uproar exploded from the stands, the sheer volume of the cheering crowd loud enough to overturn the square itself.
The head referee stood at the edge of the devastated arena. He swept his gaze over the broken stone and the unconscious bodies, a deeply complex expression settling over his face. Taking a long, deep breath, he raised his hand and announced the final result, his voice connecting across the sky:
"Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy Team, all members eliminated!"
"The winner of this match is—Heavenly Soul Imperial Academy Team!"
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